emilyandrin

[emilyandrin]

words bubble up like... [dilanna]

A year ago. Summer.

It had always been the refreshing taste of an ice lolly, the warm dark nights, the cheerful bustling environment that Anna had liked the most about summer. They still were; but the year before, it wasn't just those that she had loved.

Anna could still recall the memories like they were yesterday. The accidental phone swap, the record shop, the festival. A name she would never forget; Diluc. For as long as he was away, Anna would never forget about him, even if neither of them were sure when he would be coming back.

He had made it hard for her to forget, even if she ever wanted to. No one let go of memories like that, their first love, so fearful of speaking yet so eloquent with words, confessing right in front of a festival, full of people, on the day he was moving away. Even the days out together, the time working together, it was so undeniably special to Anna.

The girl stepped inside, returning from her little job at the mall, and called out to her family to say she was home. She stepped over a small pile of letters on the floor, and closed the door behind her before picking up the array of envelopes, flicking through them in pure curiosity. Bills, something from Xiao's university, a handwritten envelope addressed to her.

Anna hurried the rest of the way inside, dropping the other letters on the kitchen worktop before stealing away to her room.

It was hope that bloomed in her heart. Who else would send a letter? Not her friends, certainly. They would all text her, or show up at her house and wait around for her if they needed to speak to her. Letters took way too long for people who lived in the same little town.

She dumped her bags, took off her boots and sat on the side of her bed as she carefully tore open the envelope with bated breath, and slowly breaking out into a smile.

Hey, Anna.

I know it's been a while since I stopped texting you! My phone broke, though. I couldn't remember your number right to put it in my new one. I found some scrap paper with your address on in one of my books, and I thought, why not.. it's better than disappearing off the face of the Earth, as far as you're concerned..

My dad's taking me on a little trip back up to town this summer, so I can see you and my other friends properly. We'll be staying for a week... I'll come say hi when I get there. I realise the irony, but don't move out or anything... I don't want to knock on some strangers door thinking you're still around.

I miss you.

-Diluc.

[emilyandrin]

lamplight [vanvie]

The lamplit walk back to the hotel seemed too short for Sylvie. The day had barely lasted minutes, let alone hours; the last day they had free before the both of them were busy again. Sylvie had enjoyed it; even if Vanitas had spent the majority of it trying to tease and annoy her. If anything, she would say that spending the day with him had made it much more worthwhile to her.

Who had ever guessed how magical Paris could be? Even now, in the dark twinkle of the stars and the moon, it was lovely. To walk over the cobbled streets, hear the joyous chatter of those passing by. Had she known this was what she had been missing...

Vanitas, simply a few strides ahead of Sylvie, didn't notice as she glanced at their intertwined hands with a smile. Despite herself, Sylvie couldn't help but wonder which was the magical thing; the city, or this new affection. Was it the cafes' with striped awning she loved, or the fact her love had accepted his own emotions?

Her love... who knew that the finnicky, dramatic vampire doctor she met years ago would become the human she trusted most, the key to her heart. Yes, truly.. that was the magical thing.

As the duo grew closer to their hotel, Sylvie stopped; Vanitas turning to look back at her curiously when he felt their hands tug. Out here, it was more private. No hotel staff around them.

"I had fun today.." Sylvie started, smiling as she met Vanitas' eyes. "I guess, even when you're annoying the fuck out of me, I still love you." The vampire concluded, breaking out into light laughter at the unguarded, bewildered expression that for a second remained on Vanitas' face.

"Well, I still don't understand why." Vanitas replied, a joking, incredulous tone to his comment. For a moment, she almost worried they were somehow back to square one yet again, but Sylvie's nerves were eased with that lovely, playful smile of his, that she soon returned.

"Oh? Is that why you were teasing me all today? Are you trying to get me to stop?" Sylvie joked, tilting her head inquisitively, just a little. However, she was still yet to outwit her childish lover; and as Vanitas let go of her hand in favour of leaning closer forward and gently holding her face instead, it was clear she wasn't going to have the last word this time either.

"Of course not. I'd never want you to stop loving me, dear." Vanitas concluded, smiling lightly at Sylvie before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

Oh, how magical Paris could be.

[emilyandrin]

as the world caves in [zhonlas]

alternatively; the two times atlas thought his world was going to end, and the one time zhongli’s did.

--- 21 ---

atlas fell to his knees, an agonized scream tearing from his throat as he clutched the left side of his face; one hand over his cheek, another over his eye, the arrow protruding out from between his ring and middle finger. blood trickled down his face, behind his hands, as he hunched over, sobbing with a fear, with a desperation he had never felt before, had never heard leave his own lips. he didn’t want to die. this was the first time he had ever needed to fear death so fervently, and he fit the part well; a shaking, sobbing mess, who could barely hear anything over the ringing of his own screams and cries in his ears.

it hadn’t supposed to be like this. he was supposed to be safe by now.

the young harbinger barely registered it as he was picked up, one arm supporting his back and another under his legs. the screaming filling his ears had stopped, his voice was hoarse, now only allowing him to whimper weakly. the pain was still ceaseless, taking over all his other senses. he thought he heard someone speaking, but there was no way to tell before atlas finally blacked out.

--- 23 ---

the streets of liyue were bathed in the orange light of their lanterns, even more so from the bustling festivities of the lantern rite. atlas and zhongli had been to the stalls, played the festival games together, had their fun. however, they still had to watch the release of the mingxiao lantern, and make their own wishes too, so they had found themselves a relatively quiet place to sit- further away from the harbour- to wait, and ready their own lanterns for when the time came.

yet something was different that night. something more than the festival, something different for atlas, something that could change his entire world.

a single question.

so atlas waited, for something other than the mingxiao lantern of the year, as he listened to one of zhongli’s stories. one of his beautiful stories, a captivating tale of history. atlas could always listen to those, right until the end of his time.

zhongli went quiet as the fireworks were lit, the lanterns released, the duo releasing their own wishes with them. atlas watched the display in awe, it was his first lantern rite after all. next to him, zhongli watched atlas with an endearing smile. 

“it’s beautiful.” atlas mumbled, captivated by the lights in the sky. 

“yes. it really is.”

atlas turned back to look at zhongli, noticing his aforementioned friend had already been looking at him. blushing, he started to build himself up to asking his question, but zhongli started to speak first.

“atlas.. i’ve been meaning to ask you, but i wasn’t sure how until today.”

fear filled atlas’ mind. this had to be something bad, he knew it. the chances of zhongli having the same question must have been so small- this had to be something else. something that would take atlas’ world away.

“i was wondering...would you like to be together with me?”

atlas’ eye widened, he raised his hand to cover his mouth even as he started to smile. zhongli watched him with a soft gaze, completely composed, if he was afraid atlas truly wouldn’t have been able to tell. the white-haired man slowly started to nod, revealing his ecstatic smile.

“yes.. of course, of course i would!”

high above them, the lanterns drifted out over the sea. two had been released together, both with the same wish.

please let him say yes.

--- 25 ---

two years had passed since the ex-harbinger’s first lantern rite. two years of affection, from his now fiancé, zhongli. two years that, for the first time after his injury, made him not regret everything that led up to present day. two years where he had softened, felt safer and secure. he had left the fatui four years ago. surely, no one would be looking for him now.

zhongli walked the markets down at the harbour, finishing the shopping for him and his fiancé. for him, in those last two years he had been happier than he had been in a long time. he again had someone he could trust; someone that now knew about zhongli being an archon, someone who understood him more for that than the passing citizens of liyue could. someone he could lose, but someone who made his immortal years seem slower than they had been when he was alone, someone who made time feel more worthwhile.

as the archon reached his and atlas’ shared house, he suspected nothing. nothing, right up until he found the front door slightly ajar; the place quiet as he stepped inside. too quiet, too empty.

“atlas?” he called out, trying to steady his voice, mask the panic, just in case everything was actually okay.

but no one called back.

zhongli left what he had bought by the side of their door, checking each room quickly, in growing panic, until he found atlas.

he found atlas, and all the happiness of the last two years left him.

atlas was face down on the floor, unmoving. blood pooled at his neck. he looked as if he was reaching out towards the door. zhongli rushed to his side, already knowing there was nothing for him to do, no help for him to give, yet all the same he still had to check, to hold atlas one last time.

the reality started to set in properly when atlas was propped up in his arms. when atlas still didn’t move, didn’t blink. when atlas’ chest didn’t rise and fall familiarly. even as he knew that this was it, their last moment, his last memory of his new love, zhongli sat there; holding atlas tight, burying his head into the young man’s shoulder. crying quietly.

he had lost his world again.

[emilyandrin]

masterlist

ONESHOTS/SHORTS

{APH} Emily Ashworth Pirate Angst

{Arcana} Julian teaching Aelia to read 

{Black Butler} “When I’m eighteen...”

{BTS} Love Me (Jimin x Emily)

{BTS} Yoonily Christmas Oneshot

{BTS} Wanderlust alternate ending: Taemily Death Scene

{BTS} operative seven status: disconnected

{BTS} Long Dark Inspired - Emily Death Scene

{Case Study of Vanitas} lamplight [vanvie]

{Genshin Impact} Anna leaves Liyue - Chilanna Angst

{Genshin Impact} as the world caves in [zhonlas]

{Magi} Hakuliya Proposal

{MHA} Devil Town - Dendia Angst

{TDIAPT} Lucifer and Skylar inspired angst

POETRY

{Black Butler} Sweet Blue Eyes - Charles & Addie

{BTS} Adolescence WINGS

SERIES

{Bungo} Guardian Angel - Daida PT1 & PT2

[emilyandrin]

“Do you love me?”

Elijah questioned, voice barely above a whisper. But the question left hanging between them, air growing thicker with tension.

“What...?”

“I asked if you loved me.”

“Of course I do, Elijah. What brought this up?”

Elijah had steeled himself, calming himself down as to not let the other notice his shaking form. He stared into those blue eyes, eyes that used to fill him with warmth, now was nothing but a pair of blue that shattered his heart.

“The fact that I don’t exist when we aren’t alone. The fact that the smiles that used to be for me can now be seen by others. A smile that you won’t even direct at me anymore.”

“T-That’s not tru-“

“Don’t lie to me!”

Elijah had cut him off, voice stern and cold. He didn’t know his voice could be so cold, nor did he notice the lone tear slipping down his cheek.

“You were my everything. When I first arrived, you welcomed me. Made me feel like this was where I belonged. You made me feel like this was home.”

“It is your home!”

Elijah flinched back at the shout, body now visibly shaking, taken aback at the anger visible on the others face.

He noticed. He definitely did when the other flinched at the volume of his voice. How Elijah was shaking. He reached out, hoping to comfort the other when he got his hand slapped away.

Elijah stared at him, a mixture of fatigue and anguish on his face.

What the male said shattered his heart, reaching out in hopes to get Elijah back. To have him in his arms again. But he was already gone, along with the wind.

“Not anymore.”

[emilyandrin]

the dark look on anna's face when she saw the new wounds on elijah had been the first telling sign. her silence on the way back to the inn was the second. yet the harbinger ignored the boiling anger threatening to spill out from her, just on the account that he had never seen her angry before. he didn't think she was capable of it, and the idea infuriated anna even more. 

when childe tried to speak to her in their room, tone carefree and acting as if nothing had just happened; as if he hadn't betrayed her trust, hadn't just tried to destroy liyue harbour and rescuing only her from that wrath, so anna ignored him. blocked him out. until she heard her friend's name.

"alright, is this about elijah?" childe asked, a fed up sigh leaving his parted lips. "it isn't my fault he fought me beside aether. if he had stayed out of it i wouldn't have ended up hurting-"

"it's all your fault in the first place, childe." anna stated, her voice soft but yet all the same laced with annoyance. "you're the one who fought them." 

the young man turned towards her, seeing anna busying herself with rooting through her bag for something. having to look at childe whilst the argument happened would throw her into an outburst, anna knew it, and would much rather look for some imaginary treasure hidden deep within her travelling bag. "that's my job, anna. you know that. you just ignore it when it suits you, and now that it's caused you an inconvenience, you're blaming it all on me." he snapped. "i'm not-"

"you don't get to say anything to me!" anna yelled, her gaze snapping up to meet childe's. "it's all bullshit after what you promised. you promised you wouldn't hurt elijah because he's my friend. your job was to steal a gnosis, wasn't it? i don't see where hurting aether and elijah comes into play." the woman countered venomously. she had known more than she had been letting on; childe didn't remember discussing gnosises with her at all, yet here she was spitting that word out as if she was all too familiar with it. but he brushed it off, a scowl dressing his lips.

"if you disagree with my work that much, it's not like i'm keeping you here. you can always leave. go back to mondstadt." his tone was at a dangerous, angry low. like a scolding from a parent, a gaze so piercing to make her back down. but anna just returned it with a wry smile.

"alright then. i will."

the answer was wholly unexpected and childe watched in growing regret as anna shoved a few things into her travelling knapsack, before sealing it and slinging it onto her shoulders. anna felt nothing. she wasn't the one to blame. childe had pushed her too far, and even if part of her now worried how she was going to get back to mondstadt alone, she wouldn't go back now. her point was made and to stay in the harbour would break it.

"wait, no. let me take you back, anna." childe said softly, reaching out to snag his fingers on the back of her green poncho. the cloak that matches those eyes of hers that he loved so dearly. "without aether and elijah, you'd have to go back alone, right?"

what had he done?

anna stopped, her posture softening slightly, yet she didn't turn to look at childe. she considered it, in the growing silence. 

"...if you say a thing about me staying in liyue, i'll take the rest of the journey on my own. and we leave tomorrow, after i've had time to say goodbye." anna confidently ignored the cracking in her own voice, and for her pride's sake, childe dismissed them too with a sad, soft smile.

"if that's what you want, of course."

--end

[emilyandrin]

"When I'm eighteen..." Addie mused, turning on her side as Sebastian pulled the covers up over her shoulders. She stared at the wall absentmindedly, as if thinking to herself. "I'm going on an adventure." 

"Oh?" Sebastian asked, a small hint of amusement in his voice. He glanced down at the girl, before sitting gently on the side of her bed, and looking down at her almost curiously. "Aren't you too old for adventures now, my lady?" 

Addie didn't turn to face the dark haired butler, but a small smile made it's way onto her face as she shook her head. "Not this one. I'm... I'm going to put on those old clothes, back from when I did Ciel's work.... and I'll disappear." 

It vaguely alarmed Sebastian, how happy Addie seemed to be with the idea of running away, but he tried to shake it off. He reached over to brush a few strands if her away from her face, so he could better see her blue eyes. "Very lofty goals, my lady. For a noble like you to just disappear?"

He hadn't meant to dishearten her, but the girl went quiet. Sebastian would have wondered if she was asleep, if it wasn't for her open eyes, almost watching the wall across from her. But she didn't speak, and Sebastian was about to bid her goodnight and go, when she opened her mouth once more. 

"...I don't want to get married yet." 

Silence followed. 

"Charles is nice, but... I'm not ready to get married yet." 

Her voice was weak, sad. Sebastian smiled slightly at her, waiting until she finished talking. 

"There's a year yet, my lady. Although if it would cheer you up, I can talk to the young master and perhaps he can sort something out with Charles?" 

Addie glanced up at him, a small yet sad smile on her lips as she nodded. "Yes, please.." 

Sebastian returned her smile, picking up the lit candelabra from her bedside table and making for the door. 

"Then I shall speak with him tomorrow, my lady. Now goodnight." 

She smiled a little brighter. 

"...Goodnight, Sebastian."

[emilyandrin]

"Julian." 

The name felt soft on my lips. The small smile gracing Julian's features made me feel giddy, full of self pride. 

I was reading. 

Of course, I didn't need a word to tell me the man on the poster was the same man as the one sat opposite me. The picture.. no one else could ever be that beautiful. 

But the smile on Julian's face had turned to a frown, mine falling with it. 

"Now do you see why I didn't want you around me?" 

"Because your name is Julian?" 

The room was silent for a minute, a smile starting to pull at his lips. 

"Yes. Definitely. The most dangerous thing about me is my name." 

We laughed together, until I shook my head and continued. 

"I only read one word yet, Doctor. Unless you wanted me to keep away so I didn't fall face first in love with you?" 

I continued to read, running my fingers underneath the letters as I sounded them out. Julian had taught me how to recognize the letters earlier. But I knew whatever this poster said, whyever he wanted me to stay away, I would always end up loving him again.

[emilyandrin]

Love Me || Yandere!Jimin, Emily

The room was dark, lit only by the ominous glow of the moon through the windows. All the same, Emily knew who was there. Jimin, walking behind her, his footsteps like gunshots on the stone floor. Yoongi, on a chair in front of her, tied up. Awake. 

She'd been here before. She'd done this before. She'd become like Jimin and he'd been proud of her- rewarded her, praised her, made her feel good and spent time with her. 

But it was different now; she hadn't cared last time. She'd got it over with and she'd gotten coddled and treated. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't- 

The footsteps stopped behind her, and she stiffened as she felt Jimin lean his elbows on her shoulders. His head was right next to hers, his breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. 

"Come on... I thought you'd remember why we're here?" He mumbled deeply. Emily felt his arm move, and his hand start to play with her hair.

She wanted to stop him. If this was the price for feeling wanted, for feeling good, for feeling cared for, she didn't want it anymore. 

"Last time.. you did it so well. Matthew, right? You couldn't have cared any less. You sat there. You sat there until he went still and, you hugged me. You were covered in blood but you couldn't care less and you hugged me." He paused, letting out a breath, and chuckling as Emily shivered. He moved his head closer to hers. "'I love you, Jimin. I want you, Jimin. Did I do it right? Please, love me. I need you, Jimin.'"

Emily started to shake, ever so slightly, feeling tears blossoming in her eyes. 

"Won't you say those things again?" He gently bit her earlobe, smirking at Emily's little gasp. Through his teeth, he spoke.

"Kill him."

With that, he pulled away. No more elbows on her shoulders. No more breath on her neck. The knife that had been in her hand all this time feeling heavier. Yet all the same, she stumbled forward. She could see the fear in Yoongi's eyes, and she didn't want to hurt him. But all the same, she'd come to realize, Jimin would just kill him anyway. 

Maybe it was better if she killed Yoongi. She could do it quick. Jimin could torture him. 

She smiled sadly as she neared Yoongi, and knelt down in front of the chair he was sitting on. She was about the same height as him now, just a little shorter. 

"...It's better if I do this now.." She spoke quietly. "...You get that, right? Jimin would..." 

"...Emily." A warning voice came from behind her, but she just shook it off.

"Jimin would kill you anyway." She finished, smiling sadly. "I love you, Yoongi. I'm sorry." 

When he smiled back, she drove the knife into his stomach, leaving it momentarily and taking one of his hands in hers, before she pulled it out again and dropped the knife to the floor. 

She held his hands until he went still, only just noticing her tears as Jimin took her hands and pulled her away. 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ 

Jimin roughly threw Emily against the wall, pinning her up against it. He was pouting almost innocently, but Emily was almost shaking. It was a lot different from last time. 

"...For a second there," Jimin mused, tilting his head a little. "I could have sworn you'd told Yoongi you loved him." 

Emily's face paled and her eyes widened. At that moment she'd forgotten what Jimin would do. She just wanted Yoongi to understand... 

"I didn't mean it." She said quickly, almost pleading. Jimin simply shook his head, and leaned forward so his chin rested on her shoulder. Almost like how he had been positioned before she had killed Yoongi. 

"Hmm but... you did." He almost growled. "Say those things to me. Those things you said last time."

Shocked, Emily opened her mouth. She was going to say something, but nothing came out. She just couldn't speak. She didn't want to. 

"Say them."

"....Jimin?"

"Hmm?"

"...I love you." She whispered. "I... I want you. I need you." She said, her voice shaky. Tears began to fall from her eyes, but Jimin hugged her, sighing slightly in almost relief.

They both opened their mouths at the same time. 

"...Love me."

[emilyandrin]

It was a late night before Christmas, the streets were filled with lights and a layer of snow.

People were out with friends and family as others sang some Christmas carols.

But we wont be focusing much on that. Tonight, we'll be focusing on a specific group of people.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ 

Inside Bangtan's dorm, decorations were put up. The tree looked great, as a male was on a step ladder to put up the star. 

Two were in the kitchen, one baking and the other cooking. Three males and one female tried to take some but was forced to back away with sweets smiles with death hidden behind it. 

These people are Namjoon, the male putting up the star. Seokjin and Rin, the ones who were cooking and baking, while the four that were trying to take some from the finished food were Hoseok, Taehyung, Jungkook and Belle.

They were preparing for a party while three people were out of the dorm, doing some last minute Christmas shopping. 

Emily, Yoongi and Jimin. 

Emily was walking in between the two, holding both male's hand. 

And the two didn't seem that against it, looking like they enjoyed it. 

However the shop Jimin needed to go to was just around the block, so he let go of Emily's hand and smiled, waving goodbye before entering the shop. 

The two walked down the streets, hand in hand, as they slowly approached the store after walking for 30 minutes, only noticing that they walked in vain seeing that the shop was closed, causing a sigh to escape Yoongi's chapped lips. 

Looking at the time, it indicated 11:55 pm. 5 minutes before Christmas. 

And a beep was heard from Emily's phone, and when she checked it was Jimin who sent a text saying he was already back at the dorm. 

So the two started to silently walk back to the dorm. Even though they had walked in vain and had barely talked, it was comfortable, as the chilly weather hadn’t bothered them much. Hands clutching the other, helping to transfer some warmth. But they heard bells ringing and fireworks above them. Looking at each other, they both checked the time to see it was exactly 12:00 midnight..

Shooting the other a smile, Yoongi pulled Emily into a hug.

"Merry Christmas." he whispered. 

"Merry Christmas to you too Oppa." Emily replied, giggling soon after as some snow landed itself on Yoongi's nose, causing him to make an adorable scrunched up face. 

He smiled hearing Emily's laugh and to stop her, he grabbed her face in his hands and pulled her into a short, sweet kiss. 

Once they pulled away, they both smiled at each other.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[emilyandrin]

The slow tinkling of a music box filled what had once been a bustling, happy, functioning pirate ship. They had all been like family to me. 

The music box in my lap wouldn’t stop playing, until my time was done. Until my ship ceased to float through the endless sea, shrouded in clouds of fog and mist, that extended even to the endless reaches of the waters all around. 

It was all I could do to sit on deck, with the cursed music box, waiting for a sun that would never rise, a clear sky that would never come, and a silence that would never reach my ears. 

A sigh breathed out from my mouth, and I closed my eyes against the harsh reality past actions had given me. 

How did my crew fare? Sweet little Lili, innocent and pure. Had she had to spare one life for another yet? Trustworthy Vasch. How many horrors had he endured alone already, to ensure his sister a pure, innocent life after what events had conspired? Ivan, Toris and Feliks. Were they all in a happy friendship now, with no fear or hierarchy? Emil. He, truly, had no one else close to him like our sea faring family had been. 

Arthur Kirkland. How about him? My beloved, sweetheart bastard. In the spur of the moment before this prolonged, insanity inducing isolation, I had decided that I hated him. Although time left me contemplating, and my love became some rageful oxymoron. 

I had been sold out. Sold out to Francis Bonnefoy and Antonio Carriedo because of him. 

...But wouldn’t I have done the same? Under those circumstances... 

Lose my love, or lose what I had fought to protect most. My crew. 

I’d put a bullet through his heart to save them. 

Is that why I still loved him? Still sat here, relishing the lingering taste of his lips on mine, amongst other things he gave me too? 

Because I couldn’t blame him.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ 

“Cruel and cold like winds on the sea

Will you ever return to me?

Hear my voice sing with the tide,

Our love will never die.”

[emilyandrin]

Beautiful, silver lined towers, windows and walls donned with climbing roses and vines. Corridors of marble and blessed purity inside led off to locked, dusty rooms.

But they weren’t abandoned.

Two children, pure white wings that were a dreamed up finishing tough to the wretched halls folded to their backs. Every time footsteps passed their door, they tensed. Began to quiver. Thoughts of her plagued their minds and had them huddling together in a corner in fear. When the footsteps carried on down the hell, it was a silent, acknowledged blessing to them.

However sometimes, the footsteps stopped, and the click of the lock on their door sounded and made them tremble. She would beat them. She would beat them for the fun of it, for a release from rage, anything. Their wings, however, she kept pristine and pure. No blood marred them.

They were to be her decorations, after all.

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Beautiful, silver lined towers, windows and walls donned with climbing roses and vines. Corridors of marble and blessed purity inside adorned two sets of pure white wings. 

In a locked room, the only room that needed the key to enter, a brother and sister huddled for comfort, pressing their backs to the corner of the room they didn’t move from with no feathery, blessed wings to feel the walls before their backs did.

[emilyandrin]

Music Rec: https://youtu.be/9bN-uD43ig0

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

The lighthouse was pretty. The views were too. From one side, just ocean, and the other, the town they were all staying in and a stretch of fields beyond it.

But the night was cold, a breeze tousling Taehyung's dark hair and throwing Emily's blonde locks every which way.

Who cared?

Silence spread between the two for a moment, as they stared down at the ocean underneath. There was a small outcrop of beach first, however; if you dropped a stone straight down it would just land in the sand.

If Emily looked just slightly left, she'd see Seokjin's pickup truck. About three of her friends sleeping in the inside, and four in the bed. They'd been through so much; colds didn't matter anymore, right?

"...You know, Emily? You don't have to do this with me, you can..." The usually joking Taehyung spoke seriously. His voice was cracking. "..You could move on. You have the others, you had it-"

Emily turned to the boy beside her. Both of their eyes were teary but they almost came to a mutual agreement to not mention it.

"I want to."

...

It was all she said. Taehyung simply nodded, turning away to look down at the sea again; until Emily sniffled quietly.

"....I'll miss them..." She mumbled, voice quivering. "...But I'd miss you. And I just want everything to be over." She said, emphasiving her last word, voice straining to. She sobbed quietly. "I'm tired of pretending. And I feel like shit."

Taehyung sighed, shifting closer to Emily and softly hugging her close to him.

"No, it's okay. I get you. They couldn't fix you and they couldn't fix me either. But it's only.. it's only our family's faults. Okay?"

Emily nodded after a moment; getting her tears under control. Because she wanted this and Taehyung wanted this. And it was okay.

With only a moments hesitation and without another word between them, Emily took Taehyung's hand and shakily climbed over the railing. Only a little bit of platform was available for her to stand on, but she waited until Taehyung got over too to do anything else.

They turned to each other.

Last smiles.

Last goodbyes.

...

They held each others hands for the last times as they jumped.

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The lighthouse was pretty. The views were too. From one side, just ocean, and the other, the town they were all staying in and a stretch of fields beyond it.

But the night was cold, a breeze rustling the slip of paper trapped in the zip of a girl's backpack.

Scribbled on in pen, a note.

‘We fucked up, not you.’

[emilyandrin]

Music Rec: https://youtu.be/plvbZ7Hb8MM

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Blood stained the snow around Yoongi, around Emily. Taehyung and Rin were gone, chasing away the wolves who had attacked them.

They could be threatening like that.

Namjoon was shouting at him, he knew. He could see him out of the corner of his eye as he stared at Emily's still body. Deep, bleeding scratches, bites on her arms-

"Hyung! You fucking idiot, she's still alive, help me take her inside!"

Yoongi's eyes widened and he turned suddenly to Namjoon. He looked desperate- but ever so relieved to see that Yoongi had finally listened to him.

Within a matter of seconds, Yoongi was moving again. Picking Emily up gently by her arms, as Namjoon did the same by her legs.

Yoongi was starting to realize that she was breathing. Eyes closed, but she was breathing quietly.

Barely.

They started to move her into one of the small cabins they had found- Seokjin, Jungkook and Jimin were inside; had gone inside mere minutes after Namjoon started shouting, to start up a fire and prepare medical supplies.

They took her inside, getting help from the three others to lie her down on a bedroll by the fire.

"...S-She'll be alright... right?" Yoongi mumbled, panic still in his voice.

Her blood was staining his hands. And how she just lay there, he knew she was breathing, but he-

A comforting hand fell to his shoulder, and he looked up with wide eyes to see Seokjin. A serious yet comforting smile on his face.

"She'll be fine."

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Hours later, they were all huddled up in the same cabin. There was barely enough room for all eight of them- what with Emily taking up a lot of the floor by lying down.

Jimin sat close to her- tending to the fire, and keeping an eye on her, as the others spoke between themselves.

Yoongi was with Namjoon and Seokjin, and had calmed down significantly. The only thing on his mind was the assumption that Emily would wake up, she'd be fine- because sometimes, even though in the back of his head Yoongi knew it might not happen, sometimes he just had to regress into believing that the people older than him would always tell him the truth.

...

Emily’s eyes started to open.

They were more than half lidded, but after a moment she turned slightly- wincing as she moved her bandaged arms- and looked up at Jimin, tiredly.

Jimin's eyes widened slightly, but he smiled, reaching down to brush her hair out of her face.

"How are you feeling?" He mumbled- loud enough for Emily to hear him, but quiet enough for the others talking to drown him out to anyone else.

Emily opened her mouth slowly, shifting again and wincing. 

"...C-Cold.." 

Jimin felt tears growing in his eyes, but he blinked them back and smiled softly down at her. He took her, indeed cold, hand in his and held it tightly. 

"S-Stay with us Emily.. okay? Hoseok and Belle went on a run. To get you some food and medicine.. okay?" 

Emily hummed slightly, her eyes closing again. 

"N-No, Emily. You have to keep your eyes open.... For me, please..." Jimin mumbled, his head drooping down as a few tears slipped from his eyes. 

"...A..Am still.. here.. Jiminie.." Emily mumbled, her voice quiet, lips barely moving, eyes still closed. "S..Still... here..." 

Her hand remained clasped inbetween Jimin's as a slow, shaky, quiet last breath left her lips. Her face settled in to  a peaceful expression- eyes closed, lips parted slightly. 

She looked just like she was sleeping. 

The tears began to fall from Jimin's eyes, his quiet sobs soon attracting the attention of the others. Seokjin looked over first, his eyes widening and he got up and stumbled over- first other than Jimin to be by her side, intentionally blocking her body from Yoongi's sight.

Seokjin took hold of her other hand, thumb going to her wrist to check for a pulse. 

Yoongi joined him, panic returning to his eyes, just as Seokjin slowly rested Emily's hand back on the floor.

"Jin- s-she's- she's alright- right?" Yoongi asked, eyes wide as he stared over at his elder. 

It took Seokjin a minute, staring down at Emily's still hand, until he slowly shook his head. 

"I-I'm sorry, Yoongi... She..." He took a shaky, quiet breath. 

“She’s not.”

[emilyandrin]

Adolescence WINGS

I live with a stigma In the bottom of my heart Where the columns crack and fissure And nearly break apart

It's lie I might have told Quite some time ago I spread my wings like a sparrow hawk But can't get out of this frame, no

So when I see my reflection In the morning while I sigh I begin to think of something; Am I not awake? Why?

My first love, come and save me Mama, come and see Maybe the person I was seeing Wasn't really me

Something breaks inside The columns crack and fall They once upheld my childhood Standing straight and tall

But the little lie I might have told The sparrow hawk I became That stigma resting in my heart Had set it all aflame

[emilyandrin]

"Hakuryuu, please don't go..."

The prince turned to look back at the princess with a bright, happy smile; the living oxymoron to her teary eyes.

"Don't worry, Lady Aliya. I shall be seeing you again!"

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The festive and upbeat music of one of Sindria's festivals; Maharajan; was nostalgic to Hakuryuu as he arrived at the castle. It seemed he had arrived at a perfect time, perfect so as to go unnoticed by most of the attendees. Whilst leaving Kou, Hakuryuu had only taken the minimal amount of guards with him, and taken passage on a ship already bound for Sindria. This trip wasn't to be a political matter at all, it was just a casual visit for Hakuryuu to see his beloved. He wished to surprise her, too; it had been a while since they had last said goodbye, since Hakuryuu had promised to see her again, and he hoped showing up during the festival without prior notice would make her happy.

Her... the princess, Aliya. It brought a smile to Hakuryuu's face, thinking of the time they had spent together in Sindria after he had gained ownership of the djinn Zagan. How she had comforted him after Morgiana's rejection, how she had helped him become adjusted to his new arm, all the little things they had done together that Hakuryuu had somehow failed to notice were slowly causing him to fall in love.

The prince split up from his guards so they could take his things up to his guest room, whilst Hakuryuu walked the streets of the festival to look for Aliya. He had figured she would be sat somewhere close with Sinbad and perhaps the generals, and sure enough he was right; he spotted her at the top level of the plaza, at the table reserved for the generals and royalty. Hakuryuu couldn't help his smile as he saw her, laughing and having fun with her family, maybe a family he would soon be part of... but more on that later. 

After a moment or two, Aliya seemed to excuse herself from the table and left in the direction of the palace. Hakuryuu quickly set off to follow her, determined to surprise her when it was just them. It would be... more romantic, in a way. So as the two got further and further away from the festivities, Hakuryuu decided to call out.

“Lady Aliya!”

Time almost seemed to slow for both of them as Aliya stopped walking and turned around. Even after so long, the voice was comfortingly familiar; Hakuryuu's voice. She didn't even have to see him to believe it.

Aliya turned around, a big smile on her face, to see Hakuryuu. The man she loved, who she hadn't seen for quite some time. Forgetting everything about formality and manners, she ran up to him, and they pulled each other into one of the warmest, nicest hugs the both of them had experienced.

"I missed you," Aliya whispered, burying her face into the prince's shoulder. He just smiled to himself, reaching up a hand to play with her hair.

"I missed you too."

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The two spent the rest of the festival happily together, flitting between sitting with Sinbad and the generals, and going out to enjoy the festivities. However as rhethe night started to end, the two walked to their rooms together; arms linked together, Hakuryuu listening happily as Aliya chatted and filled him in about all the stuff that had been going on with her while he had been away.

As they reached their rooms they separated slightly, only unlinking their arms as they turned to face each other.

"Well, goodnight Hakuryuu." Aliya said, voice gentle. Hakuryuu stepped forward, taking her soft hand in his.

"Before we separate, Lady Aliya... I was just wondering." The prince started, gathering Aliya's interest. She watched curiously as he knelt down, on one knee, and she was only just putting two and two together as he took a small box from his pocket, opened it to her and looked up at her happily.

"Would you marry me?"

The two were left in silence for a moment, but Aliya's sparkling eyes left Hakuryuu with nothing to worry about.

Happily, Aliya gave her answer.

“Of course!”

[emilyandrin]

Sweet Blue Eyes || Addie & Charles

Sweet blue eyes, the way you smiled

You knocked me off my feet

Took my breath away

You made it all, everything worthwhile

The sweetest blue.

Our waltz around each other

We danced for so long

Your gloved hand holding mine

We stumbled and laughed

Ha, ha, ha.

The letters we exchanged

You knew I kept them all

"Dearest lover", "I love you"

That wax seal didn't hide all our secrets

You wrote them in invisible ink.

And it's funny

The butler had warned me

Your intentions, he saw them all along

A plaything, your plaything

All children grow bored of their toys.

You never meant to hurt me

I never meant to break

A porcelain doll you threw to the floor

The shatter mattered not

The shatter didn't wake your heart

The shatter broke mine

My prettiest sweetest blue

Gemstone ring as a keepsake

It will not grace my finger again

I glance as we meet once more to find

You have discarded yours too.

For a second our eyes meet.

The prettiest sweetest blue.