mirror, mirror. taemin & romeo
the only reason taemin did this was because he was bored. he had no intention to rule to world or gain power to destroy everything. but he simply loved to toy around with people. their minds, their soul, their lives. he loved to see their face when they were in pain, distress or fear. what he had been through for years was something everyone should feel; because the revenge he got two years ago had never been enough for him. it had never stilled the thirst he had felt to begin with.
crossing the borders of the kingdoms was never easy as a prince himself because you were easily caged where you belonged. the people inside of his kingdom would try his best to keep him inside of the castle and never let him go. they tried his best to cage his insane mind and restless body. but in the end he still slipped through their grasp whenever they would blink. he knew hell was falling above him the moment he would return to the castle -- but he wasn't sane enough to care for this. right now all he wanted was to touch the mirror of truth and use it.
and he knew the person who could use it every day. and he knew so well how he could play around with everything and everyone. that one particular person wouldn't be any different. or so the arrogant mind of his own told him. it were just a few words needed and promises that he could break in the end. but all of this he just did to play around and cure his boredom. he didn't know his face but only that his face was hidden behind a mask and that he could be found in the tribunal of the kingdom of justice.
the huge building made the young male crane his neck, watch in awe. his own kingdom was so different from all those others. nothing seemd right or wrong and nothing seemed to be in place. the houses so different that the most would wonder if they were houses to begin with. the other kingdoms had always fascinated taemin; so much that he always tried to escape out of his own. or maybe because his own kingdom was the nightmare he had been living in all the time? a sigh fell past his lips and he placed the palm of his small hand against the door. well, he was the prince of another kingdom. admission should be granted to him everywhere, right? he tried to push it open but nothing moved. but he needed it. he needed because inside was what he craved for. what would cure his boredome.
his hand curled into a fist and he knocked. knuckles coming in contanct with the door in a painfully hard way. maybe someone would hear his desperate sounds. maybe even the person he was searching for.
