my last dance | myg x bts

eternal

how could we feel regret 
when the earth spins 
and the tides spill out of the ocean
like the tears spilled for three days
amongst sheets and
cold metal?

is a question we were supposed to answer together (?) 
through thick and thin (?)
across the world (?) 
ready yet?

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"wake up!" 

the once calm sprites were flooding his bed, flashing a dangerous yellow and nipping at his skin. hoseok stood over his body, wings out and tickling his cheeks with loose feathers. "you scared me! what the fuck was that dream?!" hoseok wrapped his arms around yoongi's body, nuzzling into the side of his neck, pressing wisps of kisses on the older's cold skin. 

yoongi's eyes went wide, shivering fingers pressing into the younger's sides, eyes wet while his irises were turning blue. "did your mom...? why were you at the end?" hoseok shook his head, leaning over yoongi with wings spread out and covering the rest of his body. 

"if you're having these kinds of dreams already, we must take you to see the lord. this isn't healthy for your soul nor any of the others."

when hoseok lifted his wings, the sprites had fallen from the bed and were dispersing in waves onto the floor. jungkook stood at the doorway, hair as blond as the sun, and eyes as golden as egypt itself. "I felt it... are you okay, hyung?" both of the boys on the bed nodded, watching as jungkook walked in barefoot, light steps cracking along the wooden beams until he reached the edge of the bed. "may i?"

yoongi nodded lazily, letting the golden boy crawl under the covers. "do you have wings?"

"no. i'm made from apollo's light. you could say i'm almost like a midas touch- my soul was revived after apollo breathed life into me." 

"you know, it's funny to hear you say that. taehyung didn't have wings either. why do some of you have wings and some don't?" yoongi sat up, pale fingers shaking to pull the duvet over his cold legs. 

"some of us have greek origin. taehyung, seokjin and i are all from patrons. i was made directly from the hands of apollo, which makes me a droplet of his grace. seokjin... is a bit interesting, so you'll have to ask him yourself. taehyung is icarus' soul, so he's directly greek.

"then there's you, hoseok and namjoon, all angels. kinda funny how that turned out, huh?"

yoongi nodded, watching the gradient of sunlight stream in through the window. "and what about jimin?"

"to put it nicely..." jungkook stared off at the ceiling, watching the same beam of light grow against the wall. "we don't know. maybe italian or some offspring of the christians." hoseok butted in, allowing the sprites to climb the bed again. "jimin's always been special, but we're not sure if it's a good thing yet. he was the last soul to enter this world before you."

they continued to banter over the wings, watching them fall and flutter after every movement hoseok made. 

why did it matter whether they were angels or not? thalia was their goddess and she would protect their souls.

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nessuna stagione è eterna

aucune saison n'est éternelle