❝He just wants some color back into his life, is it too much to ask for?❞
The Pure meeting the Impure, Innocent meeting the Corrupted, the Unblemished meeting the Blemished.
The story of an Angel encountering a Witch, none of it was intentional yet...
"And at last I see the light And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light And it's like the sky is new"
✦A/N's POV✦
Another day has passed, hearts clenching yet beating as one. Droplets of euphoria raining down into the atmosphere, yet a calming gush of epiphany comes through the vision of this not so lonesome witch. Shining through the fields, a little soul wrapped within him that makes the corners of his lips turn up into what most may say as a stubborn smile. He's... maybe he's a little inlove.
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The sun rises, bit by bit the colors of warmth fill the skies. From dandelions and buttercup shades, slowly going up to a citrus orange as it fades out into speckles of peaches and pinks. 'Kalon', the witch thinks, yet it is nothing compared to the ethereal being wrapped within his arms, a beautiful boy. No. The most beautiful boy, that holds all the galaxies and stars within his eyes, that holds the touch as soft as clouds, that fills the empty cavern of a heart that the witch has.
A slight shiver goes through his spine, thinking of how blessed he is of being able to encounter the sweet little angel, falling from the heavens as if to save him from this one dimensional, two shaded life.
He feels a slight whimper, feeling a thumb caress where the pounding of his heart is most clear. Little fingers dance across his chest, as the little angel wakes up from his slumber.
"Morning Little Prince..", Taehyungs says while curling a finger up the blonde curls. Twisting and ravishing over how smooth and silky it feels, as the light bounces of Jimin's face.
"Morning Bearie", the angel says with a slight slur, still trying to fully get out of the sleepy phase.
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They stay hand in hand, curled up together, as both stare into one another's eyes. Deep in thought, one's orbs sparkle with glimmer and light, the other holds the shine even in the darkest of nights. A hand trails over the smooth porcelain skin of the little one, while another caresses the broad expanse of the taller's chest. They're close, just inches apart, practically being able to feel their breathes and the air around them heats up.
A mere second and they finally do it. Short and solemn, but both of them are out of breathe. Just a small peck, and the witch was all over the feeling of pillows over his lips. Contentment fills their hearts, blushes filling their cheeks, shaky and nimbly fingers, slowly caressing one another. A couple of giggles fill the air as the witch couldn't resist placing even more pecks upon the angel's cheeks.
