"The pain you're about to experience will not be pleasant my little prince, are you absolutely sure about this?" Melinö asks a final time, giving Taehyung one last opportunity to change his mind.
"I'm fully aware Melinö, I know what happens during a separation. I want this, please continue."
Melinö nods, nails trailing along Taehyung's open palms as she pulls back to retrieve a small black pouch.
"Your soul will separate from your physical form, once free from restraint you must focus....ignore the sounds around you as these will be lost souls, damned souls desperate for a chance to claim what they once had and subsequently lost." Melinö opens the pouch and tips the contents out across the table.
"These runes will help guide you, will help you to focus on your Enda....on her essence. I can't buy you much time little prince, once you find her you'll have mere seconds and you must be careful." Melinö pushes her chair back, Taehyung watches with curious eyes as she approaches a small cage.
"Shhh little one, time for you to fulfill a greater purpose." Melinö coos, hands reaching inside to capture a small sparrow between them.
"Your soul will connect with that of your Enda, her physical form will be vulnerable during that time so you must be quick." Melinö returns to the table, sparrow in one hand, sharp needle now in the other.
"You will meet her between the two realms, on the periphery. She won't see you as you won't see her....but you will know, you will feel."
Taehyung flinches as Melinö pushes the needle through the sparrow, the small bird falling limp in her hand.
"Blood is required for the separation little prince, you should already know this."
Taehyung nods, bile filling his mouth as blood covers the runes.
"I know, still doesn't make it any easier to watch."
Melinö laughs, eyes dark.
"Do not fight the pull, allow the separation."
Taehyung nods, heart racing as Melinö begins to chant in their native tongue, eyes clouding over.
"Now little prince your hands." She gasps, reaching across the table.
Taehyung was no stranger to pain, his many sparring sessions with Jungkook had left him with many scars but this pain was unlike any he had encountered before. The moment his hands touched Melinö's, the instant she wrapped her fingers around his tight a pained cry left his lips. It was instinct, to fight the separation, to tug back against the pull but he stilled himself and allowed his soul to enter the space between realms.
Darkness.
Mist, swirls of silver and sparks of gold that he couldn't see but feel.
The distant chants of Melinö, the lingering touch of her skin against his.
Pain still there yet not as strong, a phantom ache chilling him to the bone.
Then hands....so many hands reaching out, sharp nails and desperate fingers clawing at his essence.
The damned, the lost.
He ignores, pushes through to where sparks of gold simmer....fade out to warm oranges and pinks.
He feels her, his Enda.
Voices around her filled with worry, gentle touches.
