Blackbird - ATEEZ Pirate!AU

Aurora

Various colors spread out in front of me,
The ambiguous boundary between lines. 
I'm still looking for the words to describe this, 
Without them I just keep on repeating,
The same words, but we don't care.
'Cause I'm not alone right now. 
You're here to share this view, so now,
I don't really need many metaphors.

Every time I saw the sunset, 
I was afraid every night.
Now I'm not afraid anymore,
Because you're in the dark.
...
Even if everything looses its light in this night,
I'll come to your side any time.
I can feel it even if I close my eyes.
Wrap around me, my aurora.

"Aurora" - ATEEZ

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I was floating, weightless, enveloped completely by the quiet darkness of nothingness. Nothing, entirely. No emotions, no touch, no sound or sight, just an endless black canvas that swaddled me like a new born babe. I was comfortable there, blissfully content in my perfect, dreamless slumber.

But, nothing is ever truly perfect until it's finished, right?

The balmy light of noon was the first thing I became aware of, as glimmering rays of sunshine filtered through the cracked porthole beside my bed, to glitter across my closed eyelids. I tried, impossibly, to squeeze my eyes shut tighter than they already were, but both my anatomy and the pain in my head just behind my orbital sockets forced me to abandon that endeavor entirely.

The second thing I could perceive was the shrill cawing of seagulls as they circled outside, which battered my brain back into the box of consciousness I had drunkenly slipped out of. The pain was exquisite in the sense that I had never recalled feeling something so entirely awful. I thought myself something of a lover, not a fighter, and yet I was fully prepared to box birds out of the sky, would it cease their endless shrieking.

The last thing I discerned upon my waking was the fact I was not alone. The bed was warm. Too warm, I realized, for it to be entirely of my own body heat. My hand slid across the space where my mattress should be, only to find instead of my cool sheets, the curves and planes of a toasty, breathing body. 

I considered perhaps San had slipped into my bed again, half-drunken and craving a cuddle. I wouldn't have begrudged him that, truly. Though, as my fingers slid across the chest beside me to grip the fabric of his shirt, I realized there wasn't nearly enough bulk to it for it to be The Starling.

Begrudgingly, though driven by a great curiosity, I cracked open my eyelids. I very nearly swore I heard them groan in protest, as the dazzling light of day seared my sorry retinas. As if the sun itself was punishing me for drinking so fucking much. Somewhere in the darkest corner of my mind's confines I swore to never drink again. Never, ever. In a million, trillion years.

My vision fought to focus, at first only vaguely aware of the familiar hues of dark oak wood and plush red blankets. Then, the lens of my eyes focused further so that I could see black, in various shades, followed by a familiar patch of perfectly tanned skin. A hand, to be precise, that had moved up gently to rest neatly atop my own, flattening my curled fingers flush against the chest beneath it.

Seonghwa.

"Good morning, little dove." The gentle murmuring of The Raven, and his heady scent of cedar and patchouli brought me fully back to life. That familiar, comforting scent lingered around me, seeping into my skin, my hair, my clothes, mixing with my own. I had already come to adore it so.