dearly departed || ara & jeon
jeonvasâ:
   in theory, coming back from the dead had to be to be simpler than faking oneâs death, yet again, jeon hadnât gone through the first process just yet. he guessed a few people had already realized it was indeed their late leader who walked through the doors of the noctis headquarters, but the vampire was quite sure they were too stunned to do anything just yet. as it stood, there was only one person he wanted to see first, and quite understandably, it was his dearest wife. he had little clue about how she handled it â of course, being as vain curious as he was, he had checked up on the news a few days ago, but they always added too many tears and too little reality, so it was difficult to know how go ara was doing.
  which was why he took the elevator to the highest floor, walk through the familiar corridors towards the main office and knocked on the door a few times before opening it. there was a grin on his face, genuinely looking forward to see her â it was only natural he missed his wife, after all, they had been married for a millennium, one way or another. âhello there ââ a smooth voice let out, walking inside. the man clad in a suit advanced forward in the room after he had closed the door, and he couldnât help but hold his hands on both sides to signify that he was back, and he was quite looking forward to her embrace.
  however, the shock in her face⌠easily made it clear that she had fallen for the game a lot further than he had thought. of course, he couldnât include anyone in his staged death, but seeing her so⌠upset was enough to pull jeonâs own heartstrings. even though their relationship had its downs and ups ( mostly downs lately, but his point remains ), he cared for her immensely.
  âitâs me, darling ââ jeon spoke, taking a step closer to her, the faux frown that had appeared on his face turning into something more genuine. âitâs not a cruel prank, sweetheart, it really is me.â when he was close enough, he put a gentle hand on her arm, fingers squeezing slightly as he tried to make eye contact. âcome on, ara, look at me ââ after a pause, he switched to old korean, a term of endearment in a language he spoke to her since the day they had met. âitâs me, my dove â-â
his voice was velvet and angelic. it was one that her ears never thought that she hear again. and it was speaking the sweet nothingâs that she had heard in her dreams. this was so overwhelming. his touch broke the thread of composure that she held.
she brought a hand up to cover her mouth, still feeling as if this were too good to be true. âmy love,â her voice broke as chest broke with a small sob. she quickly stood from her seat and wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her head in his chest the same way that she had always done.
when he was suddenly gone it had made her one thing she had never been; alone. she had never had to face the world without someone by her side. the widow had spent a millennium with her husband; accustomed to his presence and guidance always being there. holding him in a way that she thought sheâd never be able to do. âwhy would you leave me like this?â
after a moment she pulled away, just enough to look over the features she recognized to well. even at the lowest point in their marriage she had never thought about living a life without him. living that reality hurt. even their complicated and, even a little broken, relationship had for better or for worse shaped her into who she was today. it felt as though he had an advantage. he could remember a time where he lived without her, but she had never had to live without him.
she sniffled and wiped her watering eyes with a shake of her head. she was truly at a loss of what to say. there was so much, but how was one to begin when the dead come walking in your door. ara was starting to recall all of the decisions that she wasnât entirely sure that jeon would approve of; minor decisions within noctis, getting an apartment with aesin... things that just seemed too hard to keep from someone as clever as jeon. those were conversations for another time.
âwhy did you do this? why didnât you tell me?â











