Luna Of Abyss (Tk)

Throne of murky Stones and obscure Longing (10)

His mind can't catch up with everything going on, there's so much he have to ask, so much to feel and fear, he should be freaking his gut out with whatever is being shoved on his face but he isn't given enough rest or time to even properly comprehend the fact that he was sacrificed,

"Can I ask something?" he nervously questions, fidgeting with his fingers and terribly anxious, biting his lips to stop their tremble he looks at her unflinching of her almost nudity. She nods still smiling, "When you saved me, d-did...did you also save another boy? I remember he d-drowned with me but I can't recall much" he asks hopefully, rushing in the end, eyes wide and shaky.

Her smile fades, forehead creasing thoughtfully "No, I didn't. You were alone floating deep when I found you, no other boy was found as I've been informed"

Jungkook's heart drop, worry gulping his mind. Was Jimin pulled up when he lost his consciousness? He can't be....dead, he won't accept that. A sob escapes without his notice, instantly placing his shaky hand over his mouth as violent grief roots his heart, weighing his chest. No, don't think like that. He tells himself, fist curling on his bare lap as he sits back on bed with a thud. Hyung must have survived, someone must have pulled him out, he can't be dead while he's alive. It's not fair.

"Oh, you've been crying a lot ever since you unsealed your eyes. Don't cry" she coos, caressing his eyelids shutting them close, her voice purrs in his ear when she hums making him dizzy but in a good way, as if curled warm under the softest blanket in autumn with your favorite book and hot drink, hands falling to his side too heavy to fidget he questions, brows raised in sloppy alarm "What did you do?" feeling warm and fuzzy that he might sleep he bites back a yawn. He haven't felt this relaxed in seemingly forever

"I aided you with my blessing, it'll lull you to peace. Rest, I'll awaken you when we'll leave"

Jungkook barely nods before falling back slowly as she holds his head over the pillow, in a deep dreamless sleep.

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"Don't converse or look anyone in eye, don't raise your head and kneel whenever we'll stop without objection" she repeats for the third time as Jungkook listens anxiously, the way he's been told to behave insults him as if he's a wild dog with rabies, she even tied his hands in front using a soft white rope saying its necessary, he didn't object but did break into momentary cold sweat, Bad memories.

She have wrapped herself in pearls with gems of pleasant red and glaring green. A single red jewel similar to her eyes deep seated in middle of her golden circlet over her open silvery hair falling by her waist, nails painted red and her lips kissed by blood, which he hopes isn't really, her hips sway placing pearls on her waist with a lovely dagger locked in between them, coral pommel poking her slight chubby stomach, red spreads when she grins,

"It won't be necessary after getting blessing" she reassures placing the final knot around his wrist, he experimentally tries to free his hand and obviously failed but it doesn't hurt, the material is too soft like the fabric of his veil, it's a bit like handcuff but not long enough, looking up he sees her wrapping a white cloak around herself, fluffy silvery white around her neck and hood, Jungkook gulps marveling over how she made the perfect knot in first try, eventually concluding she must have done this many times before,

She holds the other end of the rope in her hand, her damp nail polish smudging it red, standing up when she lightly pulls on it to follow her right in front of the pond, her arm snake around his waist making him tense as she steps forward,

He panics, abruptly rooting his feet on the dry edge "wait! I'm not wearing anything" his face burns when her gaze fix on his body, the only part covered is his privates with clothing similar to the one she's wearing in white wrapped around his waist by a pearl pin, he feels naked and the thought of stepping anywhere like this makes his heart speed up and feet turn coldish numb, like trickling shame crawled up his ankle to drag blood over base of his neck and tip of his ears.