A Distant Lament

09. Mad Man Central

A man entrapped into the clarity of his feelings, as the Sun rises embraces the man who cries his sorrows every luminous arisen morning just so he could plunge his nostrils into the vast tears and severe his circulation of the two healthy lungs that are now satiated with the ocean of his mournings. The sun perceives it all, the pure forlorn lingers as the Moon and his stars appear to descry the sight of a mad man's demise.

CHAPTER NINE
— mad man central

The mirages no longer engulfed passages of fog, the vision ready to be perceived is as sharp as a hawk's eyesight preying on his next meal that wanders in the forest below. The siren awaits his King, orbs overcomed with gallons of jubilation igniting the flames that are hidden beneath. He caresses him with care that he's never projected in reality, the pure action almost drives him into madness. The siren is burdened by the dam of tears roaring to be broken down, his orbs imprisoned by a glass shield over the azure coated eyes. The fated lovers inhale each other's presences, the King can relish into the salty simmers of the sea on the tips of his pink gatekeeper. The siren lips, the ones that have expressed hatred, desire, and sorrow towards Taehyung numerous times stretch into an addictive drug substance. The King simply neglects any responsibility as he injects the needle of him inside of his veins. Till his body buzzed with the ambrosia scent and the salty taste.

The King has fallen into a bed of fragile fragrances, ones whose pollen carries magnificent power to the bees that buzz with greed. The siren grin widens as the flowers afloat and bloom with glee, giggles emitting from their petals as the bees watch in awe, his heart screams with fondness staring at the lips of the man that had once and perhaps continues to terrify him. However, who was he to neglect his beauty? As a fairy flutters in his heart, the aching yearn to hold this creature grows by the minute. The stars are glimmering in the night sky but all he can think of is how awfully blue his eyes are. The bunnies that surround him jump in rapture at his presence and all he can think of is how the sea creatures' smile shines bright..brighter than the sun itself. The stars watch in amusement, watch as the man is driven mad in his heart for the ruler of the sea.

Jungkook lays himself onto the bed of its glorious petals, the flowers left behind for the lovers to whisk into the emotion that blossoms into their hearts with flames incredibly wild and tall. He holds the King palms trancing the lines that represent so much more of him than anything he's seen in the weeks of knowing him. Jungkook leans close, the desperation of desire encloses between the buzzing bodies as they continue to fold into the warmth that is their love.

Spellbind by the herbs that enchanted the words ''love" the King is infatuated with every part of the siren. Grips onto the mines of the hues of a crystallized azure, enraptured himself into the soft tissues that circle with vermilion, and inhales the silky skin combined with nectar of his choice. Lavender eases his nerves that urge to rumble, the siren smiles and the hell he had once experienced erases in his head. He refuses to acknowledge the emptiness that simpers between the sea creatures pupils. He won't let this be another mind game. The siren is here and deeply encapsulated with their own twisted way of like in this world. And possibly, just maybe he is infatuated with the siren. Only in this world.

His siren in this world was quiet, only smiled with the inveterate of false devotion.

"My King, oh I've waited ages for you....but you are too late." He whispers so quietly, the flickers of flames warm the sight of an emotion that refused to be uttered between the creature and its mortal yet much more prevalent than it once was. They arise once the King places his palms onto the rosy cheeks the sea creature bears. The benignity scorches through their nectar coated skin, he watches as the siren flickers his flames to grasp the frame of his face so frantically. He emerges this sense of himself clinging onto the ocean that is his siren. He neglects to detach the purity of his sapphire orbs gleaming over the soft epidermis he bears. Why? Why has it become so hard to simply.. let go of him? His brain reminds him of the words the siren had spoken with altruistic laced into the cracks.