#p:seek the dark backdrop

[advseulgi-blog]

Seek the dark backdrop behind the stars

@advchaeyoung

Seulgi loved and yet feared the dark.

On one hand, the dark hid her, and as a predator, Seulgi took solace in its wispy clutches, wrapping it around her like a lifeline. It slithered its poison and its affection around her body lovingly, bit by bit, until Seulgi’s senses were consumed, its tendrils reaching deep into her throat, rendering even the tender flesh of her heart a deep, hollow black. (Wasn’t it black enough already?)

Like a parent, it was always present, its presence both comforting and suffocating, its omnipresent hands reaching out to guide her knife and yet also simultaneously to obstruct. Oh yes, it is for this reason that Seulgi both worshiped and loathed the dark, hesitantly reaching out for it like a lost child to its mother, and yet so afraid of retribution.

(As the darkness encroached on the soul, Seulgi wonders if this terrifying abyss was something that even her monster of a mother saw, too. Heh.)

Yes, the dark was often the motherly hand on the trembling jugular, and Seulgi gleefully used it to hunt and destroy. But even so, it seemed that the best of us forget that darkness does not care for friend nor foe, stranger nor child, predator nor prey.

The darkness takes no willing prisoners.

And oh, on the other hand, the dark was so thick, so suffocating, and sometimes, it cruelly reached out only to blunt Seulgi’s fangs, leaving her vulnerable and blind. (Ah, look, all mothers are the same – they give birth to you only hurt you until you bleed no more.)

The abyss was what Seulgi felt in her soul when the girl approached, her footsteps light and her smile like the deepest depths of a black hole.

Seulgi knew enough of the dark to see it in the girl’s eyes.

Suddenly, as if seized by a frenzy, Seulgi wanted nothing more than to gauge those eyes out of her head, if only just to get away from the inky blackness.

“What’re you looking at, girl?” Seulgi murmured, her senses on high alert, as if to inform her that she was standing in front of another predator. (But that’s impossible. Seulgi’s superior, she must be.)

And so, as she eyed the enigmatic smile upon the girl’s face, Seulgi swathed and hid her wariness behind her barred teeth, ready at a moment’s notice to pounce.