Red Lips Always Lie vol.3 [Bts fanfiction]

𝚇𝚇𝚇𝙸𝙸𝙸

Magnus's P.o.v:

          Chugging the glass of Martini in one gulp, I then sigh and lean on the window sill, caressing the pot which holds the Amaryllis with the tips of my trembling fingers. I close my eyes and try to gulp down the tears which gather behind my eyelids. This flower was so beautiful once. It was healthy and I was its proud owner. I took care of it as if it was my child. I'm still doing it. Except, the flower isn't healthy anymore and I'm not proud either.
          Feeling a soft touch on my shoulder, I exhale softly and I straighten my back, hiding my tears behind tired eyes as I open them to look at Nesteryn.

Nesteryn: The whole world is crumbling, Magnus, but that doesn't mean that we should give up.
Magnus: *with my bottom lip trembling, I make another glass of Martini appear in my hand* I'm not giving up, Nesteryn, I just... I don't know. I think I'm just overwhelmed, that's all.

          I say and raise the glass, but Nesteryn's hand pushes it down before it has the chance to touch my lips. Her face radiates calmness and I look into her eyes, searching for a crumble of help. A crumble of hope. Nesteryn has always been like an older sister to me and that's why she was the first one I reached out to when all this madness started to unfold. She is the one I'm putting my faith into right now, when the whole world and I are falling apart.

Nesteryn: *she caresses my cheek* Why don't you just try to rest a little? We are all tired. But not as tired as you.
Magnus: *I scoff* Rest? How can I rest when my most prized possession dies with every moment that passes?

          I ask in a weak, fragile voice that I've never heard before and I look towards the Amaryllis, almost shuddering when I notice its state. If it was a sick man, then he would be in his last phase, almost dancing with the Grim Reaper, because the bright colors drained from it, leaving behind only a soulless shell. A firefly approaches the flower and it sits on one of the petals, contrasting painfully with it. I close my eyes and allow a tear to slide down my cheek, not wincing when Nesteryn wipes it with the soft material of her dress. The firefly remains on the petal, but it seems that even its light is drained, somehow transferred by force to the plant. The attempt fails, though. Because the firefly takes off before the Amaryllis gets the chance to steal another grain of light. I sigh. Of course you can't win by cheating destiny. You have to accept your fate. Fight against it until your very last breath if that's what it takes. Win through faith. Not through greed.
          High heels hitting against the floor resound from behind me and I tense up all of a sudden as I recognize the woman by her scent before she says one word.

Chris: A war starts and you leave one of your best soldiers outside the battlefield?
Magnus: Chris... *I mumble and stand up*
Chris: I don't even want to hear your excuse. *she says and clicks her tongue as she looks at the mess in the main hall* Seems like I came right on time.
Magnus: Listen to me! *I approach her as I throw panicked glances left and right* You can't be here!
Chris: *she raises one eyebrow* And why is that?
Yoongi: What the fuck are you doing in my house? *he asks through gritted teeth*
Chris: Oh! *she exclaims and grimaces* Now I understand why. *she says and turns around* Hello to you too, brother!