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“My lost angel, I’ll cherish you, love you as I do myself, for you have fallen just as I have.”
The moon. Bright and illuminating it cast its rays upon this world, the only guide to the lost souls who wandered the pits of hell, its beauty and wisdom breaking a crescent shaped crack through the darkest of skies; its form ever shifting, gracing deep blue eyes with its full grandeur on the night of his descent.
He did not know why he was here; where here was, a place where stars didn't exist, only scrapes of never ending blackness clawing their way through a shadowy forest which surrounded the only creation of man left standing, a castle of daunting proportions it's great form almost as infinite as the forest surrounding it.
Wisps of white silk like strands clung to the trees shrouded in darkness, a stark contrast to the rest of this desolate world which surrounded shattered wings and a broken halo. He knew that he’d never leave this place for if he tried all he’d receive was the maddening punishment of repeat, forest never ending like the mythical ouroboros, rebirth and renewal would plague his battered body.
So he watched, large eyes soaking in the only light he could seem to find in this world. Hours maybe even days had passed, mind a blank in perpetual silence as time ate away at fragile bones and feathers fallen angel unaware of the smokey eyes consuming him from afar.
He’d found him, sitting among viola and nightshade, shades of dark purple and blue glowing incandescently from each touch of frail finger tips, healthy green stems sprouting from dried roots and grey weeds; a tiny miracle performed right in the heart of his home.
The producer of said miracle was transfixed by the moon, captured whole by the paper mache lie that was the devil's sky and moon, a creation of his own hands its beauty no longer captivated Yoongi like it once did same for the dried well in which the lost soul was huddled against, its only purpose and meaning for Yoongi being that it was the structure which had supported his angel for these past hours.
The sight of glowing lights, fireflies erupting from thin air in the midst of wild flowers should have been enough to inform him of who the boy against the well was, but it was the golden locks so fine and fluffy, soft and sweet against vital tan skin and blue eyes that made his hollow heart squeeze and pump thick smoke through blue veins and pale skin; petal pink lips and ink black lashes burning the devil's eyes with their pureness, innocence spurring his curiosity as he continued to watch the boy for what must have been years in complete and utter silence, wonderment filling pitch black eyes as we witnessed urethral beauty fall apart.
Time was not a concept that concerned either being neither of them seeming to notice or care when three years had passed. After all the one who watched was the devil eyes never leaving the fallen angel against the well.
When the first white feather fell to the earth, soft beauty dispersing into smoke among the shadows; he spoke, gazing at the sparkles of cracked light that littered blonde hair, the remains of disgrace left behind from a shatter halo.
“Little angel, why don’t you leave here, are you lost?”
Yoongi knew the answer, the boy couldn't leave. Crippled by sin he was fallen, without a purpose, alone. Turning misty blue eyes onto depthless black ones, angelic features spoke, plush lips moving softly as words rang clear and deep like a bell across the clearing.
“I don't know.”
Those words sung true, seemed familiar and forgotten to the black haired man, something maybe he himself had said many eons ago. Gazing along ripped white clothes and cut skin the devil continued his talk with the angel.
“Do you know where here is little one?”
Looking just as unsure and dazed as before the angel shook his head, sparkled dust falling gently like snow from gold strands. “Sorry…”
The apology was soft and sincere, something so pure and genuine didn't belong in this world and if he wasn't consumed by downy wings and slim shaky limbs he would have laughed. It wasn't earth and it certainly wasn't heaven so that only left one option. He was sure the angel would figure it out sooner or later.
“Don’t apologize; would you mind having some company for awhile?”
Pale lips formed into a gummy smile warm and fond, and Taehyung found it odd, that the man hadn't even asked for his name before courting his company. In fact the lost angel had found everything about the black haired male rather strange- no fascinating!
He was beautiful, alluring and reeking of sin, fair skin almost milky in color like nothing he’d ever seen before, something only years of living among shadows could do. He wore a suit all black and sleek, form fitting and radiant just as dark and sharp as his eyes which had been gazing in unflinching acceptance of his disgraced form.
“I don’t mind.”
Sitting at a respectful distance against a willowing tree, the pale man continued to watch, never breaking contact with blue eyes, dark lashes fluttering to match the younger’s with ease as the centuries passed by.
The first two were spent in silence, exchange of words were passed not through speech but fitful stares and enthralled gazes; the light of the moon ever changing but never fading from existence, a passing soul for each cycle, each fallen feather a cry for every sinner.
It wasn't until the third century when movement began, a conversation sprouting forth from def hands tangling amongst night flowers, slim fingers moving intricately along picked stems tying knot after knot until a crown was formed from each stunning bloom.
Bending forward on trembling battered knees, the angel smiled brightly, petal soft lips forming into a box, warm and inviting as pretty cut up hands were brought forth to present the devil with a gift.
“I made this for you, as thanks for keeping me company.” The blonde's voice was as sweet as chirping birds, deep and unsure but willing to love.
The devil could already say he loved, adored his lost angel from afar, however once words were put into play a new layer of affection began to grow between the two; he could now say he cherished. As wars erupted and civilizations were burned in another world; they spent their centuries discovering, peeling away at lost perfections to find the quirks of sin that made loving another possible.
“I think it’d suit you more.” The devil would say, fondness pooling to the surface when a pout erupted over urethral features.
“But the purple of nightshade suits you much better, I’ve been thinking about this for awhile.” Such words rang true as only the darkest of flora thrived in the shadow of the moon. What better bloom to suit fair skin and dark locks and it sent a strange old sensation running through his body. Being thought of to be on someones mind was always a pleasure more rewarding then the finest of wines.
“That may be true but as a gift to me I’d like to see you wear it.” Watching the words process through endearingly large ears, the black haired male brought his own pierced ones into slim fingers laughing fondly when quick hands began plucking youthful flowers from their beds, weaving the beginnings of a new crown as he voiced his thoughts.
“No, that's your crown I’ll make another one for myself.”
Laughter turning into a giggling fit the black haired male fell to the floor, plush dark patches of grass cushioning him like a bed as he curled in on himself watching the angel put the finishing touches on his own crown before he too fell to the earth in a flower filled heap. Vibrant buds were a breathtaking sight against tan skin and doe eyes, thick lashes batting slowly at him with each small breath from petal soft lips and rosy cheeks.
“Your very quick to sass your company little one.” Yoongi’s voice was deep, rough and intoxicating; spurring the fallen angel to reach out, crown in hand so desperately in need of his companion's acceptance.
“It’s Taehyung, my name; I know I may seem… small compared to you- your age i mean, from what I've seen your pretty short, um... sorry, but I’d like very much to learn your name too…”
He had gone back to being shy, unsure and fragile, blonde hair scattered and messy above vulnerable doe eyes, as bated breath was held in wait, fallen heart pulsing erratically in affection begging to he drowned in it, bloody and squeezed.
Rising in order to crouch forward and retrieve his gift, the elder heard a breath of relief fall from pink lips, chest filling with… something beyond words as he placed the crown atop his dark locks, black strands licking flames between the blooms, each petal becoming charred slightly in smoke, but still preserved enough to call a crown nonetheless.
Lying down as before to face his fallen angel, the devil reached out for the angels extended hand, both appendages almost meeting in touch, just shy of the contact they so craved, cradled among the flowers, night breeze ruffling soft hair and gentle petals as their eyes met in an endless gaze; decaying statues of the damned their only witness as words were exchanged between sinners.
“Yoongi is fine.”