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"We tangle endlessly Like lovers entwined I know for the last time You will not be mine So give me the night, the night, the night"
The Night Does Not Belong to God - Sleep Token
Jimin 🌌
I thought I knew what pain was until today.
Before, pain was regret. It was consequences, it was burning bridges. It was physical and mental.
That was before Aera was right before me holding my entire heart, and gone the next.
"Aera!" Her name thrust from his lips, a function of his body like breathing.
That deep, endless darkness that had taunted Jimin since he was a child fully engulfed him now. Screams mixed with cries as the smoky prison burned dark marks over his skin. Leaving traces like the scar over his eye, a twin to Lily's.
It did not matter, he did not care.
"Ihrin!" His voice was only a child's. It was the sound he made, calling to her when she schemed and tricked. It was the sound he made when he begged for her attention. It was the past, present, and future he yearned for her all at once. "Aera, help me please! I can't—"
He couldn't fathom saying the words aloud. He had finally reached her. The animosity that had bound them tightly finally loosened into a wreath that resembled peace, at least, in their own way.
The darkness did not scare him. Not right now. Not at all when all he could think about was her.
She touched his chest, right above his heart. She practically told him that she loved him. She didn't run away when the light faded, it never left her eyes.
Aera had never been able to withstand looking at him for too long. Jimin had been waiting for the day she could not look away.
She had been there, inches apart when lifetimes and ocean lived in the distance between them before.
The dark did not seem so harrowing, when her green jade eyes remained in his mind.
He ran forward into the nothingness, battling thick air and cold drops trying to get closer to that beacon.
Almost there. In the green there was blue, silver, and even flecks of gold. They would bring cold winters and soft summers, a kiss of fire amongst the blaze of night. Her eyes were laughs and cries and all the terrible parts of love; the things that scare people away from it. The sheer force of it could wipe away cities, could bend leaders to their knees. War, blood.
