Red Lips Always Lie vol.3 [Bts fanfiction]

𝚇𝚇𝚇𝙸𝚇

Chris's P.o.v:

          The silence of the garden fills me up as I take a walk by myself under a sky that is hanging heavily with clouds above my head. With every step that I take on this path covered in dried rose petals, I feel calmer and I allow myself to sink deeper into my own being. I feel like the sea. Deep and lonely. So lonely. But I love it. Because I have these waves which wash over me back and forth. The waves of a feeling I can't describe. They cleanse me. They bathe me. They restrain me from drifting away.
          I pick up a rose from the bush. It's so beautiful. Bright red petals, green stem, sharp thorns. Oh, the sharp thorns. What true beauties, created by nature. The tips of my fingers trace over them one by one and my gaze stops upon one which looks a bit different. It's small, but it's sharper than the others. It looks more dangerous. My finger hovers above it and, in a swift move, I poke my skin into its sharp tip, not truly prepared for the pain which licks up my arm. I gulp and, dropping the rose on the ground, I hiss. I take a step backwards, sucking the blood out of the small wound. A smirk spreads on my lips. I leave the rose on the ground, noticing how my blood drips down the thorn, and I turn around, gulping down a gasp when my sister blocks my path.

Evanora: Long time, no see, Chris!

          She exclaims nonchalantly and my eyes trace over her features. She's just a projection. She's not real. Her skin is translucent and I can see the light inside the mansion breaking through her blonde hair. My sister is beautiful. She's more beautiful than she's ever been. Fuller. Healthier. Yet, her eyes look empty. Filled with rage, which was definitely meant for me, but empty of any other emotion. I wonder why.

Chris: *I scoff* A projection, Eva? Really? Are you too afraid to show up yourself after what you did to our father?
Evanora: Shut up!

          She demands through gritted teeth and reaches one of her hands forward. And I soon find myself trapped in the tight hold of thorny branches. I jerk my hands and feet, but the thorns scratch my skin ruthlessly. I gulp down a cry for help. She's my sister. I can handle her.

Evanora: Did you have fun? While torturing my assistant? *she asks as she steps closer*
Chris: *I smile* Actually, yes. He screams pretty loud for a man. Couldn't take too much pain.

          My sister's palm hits against my cheek and the slap itself feels so real that it makes me question how powerful magic actually is. My cheek pulsates as I return my gaze to her. And even though Evanora showed herself just as an illusion in front of me tonight, I can see the real feelings highlighting her features. She's enraged. And my smile only widens as I observe her. She's still beautiful.

Chris: Is he your lover or something?

          I ask and moan when the thorns dig deeper into my skin, driven by my sister's whims. The branches wrap tighter around my wrists and ankles and they crawl up my forearms and calves, digging their way painfully into my flesh. Blood drips drop after drop on the ground. But I keep my smile on. Evanora yells as her face contorts in anguish and she steps forward, ready to rip my throat.
          Her scream fills the garden. And she stumbles backwards as a wave of fire hits her. Yoongi approaches us and he has the same rage written over his face, except his is combined with hate.