Sanguine (Ateez)

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Seul's POV

Usually when you come to in a dream the first thing you sense is what you see. But my dreams haven't been normal lately, so it seemed normal when all I felt was heat.

A scorching heat washed over me in waves, tickling my skin in a pleasant way. An almost comforting way even. The bright fire shined through my lids, prompting me to open them.

Bright hues of red, orange, and yellow, the occasional blue, danced in front of me in a wonderful flurry.  The crackling of the fire sent ash and ember flying through the air.

A particularly large piece of ember seemed to dance through the air, telling a sort of story with its graceful sweeps. Falling lower, lower, and ever lower through the air, it's journey seemed to end as it stilled in front of me.

I reached my hand out and grabbed it in my palm. A comforting force seemed to encompass me as my hand covered the small piece of fire. My hand opens slowly, revealing the beautiful flake to me. It's light orange, dimming be the second, shined against my face.

I let go of the ember and dust my hand free, saying good bye to the comforting warmth.

The fire around me all shifted to a deeper darker red, and more and more blue flicker to life with the change of heat.

This drew my attention away from my ashy hand, towards the fire surrounding me. No exit seemed to exist except for a slim break in the fire. With enough finagling and precision I may be able to get through unscathed.

The closer to the fire I walked, the more comfort that washed over me. Each step being me closer and closer to the wonderful warmth.

Why was I scared of touching the fire? That ember didn't hurt at all, and even surrounded in this deep red, almost purple at this point, fire, I felt absolutely nothing.

Does the fire really affect me?

Without any comprehension of what the effects could be, my hand dashes forward into the deep fire and when I finally realize my mistake, I reel back in horror.

On instinct I pull my arm and hand up close to my face to inspect it for any possible damage. However, my search ends short when the realization that my hand nor arm isn't burning in pain dawns on me.

I look back at the fire, watching the swirling, bright and deep reds and oranges dance with each other, thoughts of horror and death flick around in my head but none of them stop me from plunging forward into the comforting heat.