BTS imagines

Fluff/Angst || Jin

⚠️ warning: this is going to be some fantasy shit

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The autumn breeze tousled your hair and pinked your cheeks. The warmth that had been in the wind just last week had either evaporated into the sky or leached into the earth. It gave life to the long grass at the side of the road, still yellowing from the high August sun. The strands swayed out of time with the gusts brought on by the traffic, a postage stamp echo of the prairie wheat fields you knew as a small child.
The soft susurration of autumnal leaves overhead was as good as your lover's words to you. It was as if the breeze carried your spirit and gentle ways. A small way further up the woodland track a flurry of leaves became free of their boughs and fluttered down in their unhurried way, tumbling to join their sisters on the earth. Together they made such a carpet of vibrancy and texture. Each footfall brought a crunch. She tugged her touque a little lower over her ears to keep out the chill, the first sign that old man winter was not far away. "Amaris" his words rolled off his tongue, and his arms stretched out to you. You and your lover flowed in dance it was as if it were the only way your bodies truly knew how to speak. Verbally you two were guarded, physically you guys were edged soldiers ready for battle. But when you are together, dancing—your personality, you sensuality burst through into the most vibrant picture of a beautiful soul.
You two were the most beautiful couple in the kingdom. The two top honored graceful knights together.

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Your voice grew as you charged while you drew your sword. You were quick to pry the edged cutlass from the enemy's swollen fingers and whipped around to clash steel. You held the blade even, a perfect, undaunted horizon; always leveled with the nose, just as your father had taught you. You had stalled the man's strike, but watched a wretched, stained grin split the enemy's lips as you blade shivered under the brutality of his compelling strength. "Weapons do not belong in the hands of women," he throatily crooned, pressing closer to your face. The blade flashed as he brought it over his head and hummed a low, swift tune when he brought it down. Your arms shook as the man in rusty dragon armor forcefully grabbed your sword from you.

But you, a woman of honor, forced the handle into little twists cutting the edges of his armor. The enemy weighed the sword in your right hand, slashing it delicately at the air with a novice-like apprehension, and as you did so the reflection of the orange torch flame danced warmly within the cool steel. "Why would the sword of the gods be bowed upon you?" The man cackled, metal gloves pushing the sharp edge away from him. You stumbled back, soft arms catching you. "She's a fine swords woman" Jin spoke in a hushed voice, the mask he wore overshadowing his beautiful face. "I can't fight two of the God soldiers! We will meet again" The black knight laughed uncontrollably, sarcastic in his voice.

"Your not going anywhere!" You screamed, agitated from how lightly the knight took this war. Screams broke out. The men rushed forward, shouting orders. Swords clashed. More shouting. More screaming. More running. The attack was fierce, efficient and deadly. Their forces were losing, hour by hour blood coating your white armor, the flesh of honorable men rotted your sword.

Your gaze fell like an act of violence, a glare to stop anyone's heart. The edge of your blade reflected light from the skies above as you held the edge at a angle to pierce into the body of the same knight from before. You hate that he was laughing quietly to himself as you prepared to kill him, you hated it. "We aren't going to lose yet" he grabbed your sword with the little strength he had.

"You're going to die"

Part 2 coming soon