the pit

@〈 kang younghyun 〉ʇɓɯ soojung had a dream. the sky was a canvas, a melange of orange, red, pink and blue painted into it. she supposed it gave her environment a warm feeling, an unusual ethereal glow that made everything seem like a painting. the sun was setting, the day was yielding to night, and here she was, the queen of a kingdom so cruel and heartless, sittng on the sand, the waves of the ocean almost reaching the ends of her gown. her blond locks flew behind her, the sea breeze kissing her alabaster skin. it was a quiet moment, and soojung loved every single second of it.

she felt a presence behind her, and she almost smiled as it was a familiar aura. "what are you doing here, your majesty?" he had asked when he stopped behind her figure. she did not answer that question, instead she kept her gaze at the fiery star, whose flames burned the same hue as her irises, and she spoke. "the sun is the same as me, brian," she uttered softly, quite far from her usual demeanor. "it's all alone."

she blinked her eyes open when she felt pain spread through her being, the coldness of the metal tickling her flesh. she gasped, hands almost flying to her stomach - except she realized they were chained up and she could not move them. the same could be said to her legs, and she breathed heavily as she tried to take in her current situation. rage washed over her eyes as the image of the man in front of her finally registered in her hazy mind. clenching her fists so hard that her knuckles turned white, her orbs narrowed at his figure with all the rage she had. "what do you think you're doing, you ungrateful mongrel?" his betrayal knocked on her heart like it had happened yesterday, the mere memory of it enough to make her want to kill him again a second time. "let me go this instant!"

[] don't worry it's all good!! ! c': you write prettily as always uwu

@〈 jung soojung 〉ʇɓɯ [] uwu my starter might be a bit short hsbfhbgb and im sorry i had no idea what i wrote once again

his digits ascend into the female's familiar, loose, pigmented strands, languid, his movements were, despite the plethora of emotions burning within, one that rivals the tempestuous hell fires surrounding their vicinity, younghyun combs through the fine tresses, gentle and warm, for him who has longed to see the female before him, despite having his frame treated like a mere canvas, painted over with countless scars and bruises that depicts his past, of his low status, of the incurable heartache that came with the massacre of his family members, and the very scar that came as his mortal like came to an end at the hands of a queen, a queen who he had dearly loved and respected, a queen that he had dared to call a friend despite their difference in upbringing and social stature. a queen that was now before him; chained up against the entrance of the pit, limbs restrained securely to allow the male to indulge fully in her undoing.

the brevity of the nostalgic moment that came with their reunification was soon swallowed up, compromised by the aching sensation, one that stings from within each scar that permanently adorned his skin, a constant remembrance of his deep hatred for the queen. the sight of her, the sight of her ethereal countenance, the full lips that had condemned him to death, the pools of gold that at one moment in time looked upon him with such fondness, unrecognizable, no longer present, all these and more, rekindled the flame of vengeance, unclasping the restrained that held him back from acting out on his desires, the desire to decorate her untainted skin of alabaster, to engrave his past, his lost, and the sufferance that came with /her/ betrayal. he urges the female before him to wake up from the forced slumber he had put her through, a blade present within his grasp, adrenaline pumping through his vein as he whimsically forces the glistening metal into her gut. "wake up, your majesty"

"Just take care of it." Jimin loved to hear those five words, in that particular succession, come out of her boss's mouth because it meant that she could set whatever "it" was on fire and throw it into the pit. Today's "it" were a bunch of files, now useless due to the unfortunate...departure of a particularly grating employee. At the end of the work day, she wasn't in any real rush to get to her beloved pit and walked at a very casual pace. Letting the accordion folder float a little ways in front of her, her hands were free for scrolling lazily through her Pentagram feed with one hand and tipping back a bottle of inferno whiskey.

Familiar with the path and not having many obstacles in her path, Jimin was able to make the journey without raising her eyes from her mobile device too many times. Before the wrath demon knew it, she stood in front of the structure that housed the pit: a dilapidated mass of sad gray bricks, far too large to house something that stretched in the opposite direction. She walked through the entry way, lowering the file folder at the last second so it didn't smack into the frame. She circled the pit a little, deciding on where to sit and once she found her spot she alcohol down next to her and stashed her phone in her blazer pocket. Quickly getting to the main event, Jimin moved one page out of the still hovering folder and set it alight, watching it curl up in itself before letting it drop into the pit.

[another image that i needed out of my head, but feel free to engage uwu]