Under the Rainbow

9 ( ♡ )

AUTHOR'S NOTE: it's my first time writing smut so please go easy on me

Jonas sat on the balcony, dangling his legs over the edge and gazing up with wonder at the moon. The breeze was light and doting, rustling through his hair and clothes like a child playing hide and seek. Silver moths flitted past and in the streets below a couple were walking hand in hand, their heads huddled together as they giggled.

Despite the ambience of the night, Jonas' mind was burdened. He wanted to repay Morien for the kindness he'd received but with no material assets or knowledge of his skills, he was able to offer his angel nothing but the will to do good. It was humiliating and villainising, though Jonas knew that none of this was his fault. With a frustrated sigh, the man on the edge dropped his head and shut his eyes.

It was then that a fleeting scent meandered past his nose: a sweet but aged smell, that carried maturity and youth in the same breath. Jonas stilled, engulfed by the power of that scent on the night wind. Soon enough, he was surrounded by it – it slithered in and out of his clothes, rubbing on his skin and biting at his senses. It had only been a few moments but he had begun to sweat.

This smell came to life every night. Maybe Jonas had been a night owl before he'd lost his memory but he always awoke during the night to that sweet smell permeating the air. It induced the same symptoms every time: sweating and shortness of breath. Every other night, he'd tried to ignore it but now he was adamant on uncovering its sources.

Jonas swung his legs over and landed on the ground softly before padding through the beaded curtain and into the kitchen. The smell wasn't coming from there and he could tell because it became more potent as he moved through the house. It seemed to be wafting in from the room on the left wall. Morien's room.

The door was shut tight but the smell had congested to the point that it pulsed out through any available cracks. Jonas was on the outside and could barely stand from it's effects so how on earth was Morien coping with it?

One might assume that the smell was the smoke from some kind of drug but there was no colour to it and unlike opium and tobacco, it didn't release any positive effects onto those who inhale it – it felt more like a poison than anything else.

Jonas worked up his courage before knocking two quick raps on the hardwood. There was no reply. He knocked again, this time calling out Morien's name.

He heard a faint shuffling sound before Morien spoke from the other side of the door.

"Yes?" His voice sounded strained, worn-thin like stretched fabric.

"Are you alright?" Jonas queried as he leaned on the door for support.

Morien replied quickly – "Yes, I'm fine." – but from his tone it was obvious he wasn't. 

One thing that Jonas knew about Morien's house was that there were no locks on any of the doors, not even the bathroom. This was because Morien lived alone and had no need for any. Jonas would take advantage of that.

"I'm going to open the door in ten seconds. Ten."

Morien spoke hurriedly through the wood. "No, really I'm fine–"

Jonas's countdown did not stop. A great scuffle broke out on the other side, muffled by the wooden barrier. Jonas didn't know what was going on but it sounded like Morien needed help. Jonas would be sure to provide that for him, in repayment of everything he'd received from Morien.

"...Two... One. Okay, I'm coming in."

Jonas opened the door. He was greeted by the sight of a breathless, sickly looking Morien, laying in bed with his blankets desperately drawn around himself.