#pt iii

[bebemoon]

the double | ep. 11

[kreactionsentertainment]

TIR  III - Waiting for Pink

Part I // Part II//Part III//Part IV// Part V// Part VI

Warning: Experimentation Aftermath

Junmyeon followed Minseok into the black room. In the middle of the room, where the symbol lay in its place, three orbs of color floated in the middle. Red, White, and the new color Pink. Today was the day when Baekhyun and Chanyeol would wake up. Minseok and Junmyeon wanted to be there for their younger brothers, they would feel disoriented once they were about to move again. The three colors were left here to heal three days ago.

Since their first appearance, they have become a little brighter. On the first day of their arrival to this room after the process, Chanyeol and Baekhyun were both so dull. Minseok and Junmeyon were worried that they would fade completely. If they weren’t the status of importance, they might have faded completely. The new color has only become brighter with its pulsing beauty.

As the Rainbow Sun slowly shifted with the time, its light rested upon the three orbs of color. The red and white light settled on their origin colors while Pink basked in the light of all the rest. Ever so slowly, the red and white orbs descended to the ground. Basking in their origin light, a slight image began fading into the room around the two orbs of color. The humanlike illusion of Baekhyun and Chanyeol slowly faded into existence. Minseok and Junmyeon quietly walked over and sat down next to the two. Gently, Minseok ran his fingers through Baekhyun’s soft hair as Junmyeon did the same with Chanyeol. The Pink orb floated above the four of them as it took in as much of the sunlight as it could.

“You can tell a lot about us through our natural state, I think Pink will be a very good friend to have. I think they will be harmonious with us. I heard from the Great One that Pink will be a little younger than Kyungsoo,” Minseok destroyed the silence as he smiled at Junmyeon.

“Ah, another younger one to shower in affection. Do we know their name yet?” Junmyeon asked the oldest.

“Not yet, I didn’t know your name until your illusion appeared,” Minseok shook his head slightly.

As he gently ran his fingers through Baekhyun’s hair, he began to sing again. Junmyeon smiled and joined him in a harmonious tune. Time passed slowly as the Rainbow Sun moved another position in the sky. Finally, Baekhyun began to stir. Minseok smiled gently as Baekhyun’s beautifully pure white eyes opened slowly. Baekhyun felt his heart pound harshly. His heart slammed against his chest as it tried to run from him, only to be stopped by the rest of his body. Baekhyun shot up and looked around, his eyes frantically looked around everywhere. Minseok slowly stood and put his hands up in a surrendered response.

“Baekhyunnie~ It’s alright now. It’s all over now,” Minseok spoke softly to the other as Baekhyun backed away from the people surrounding him.

“Hyung?” Baekhyun called out softly, his beautiful gaze still lightyears away from them.

“It’s okay Baekhyunnie, Junmyeon and I are here now,” Minseok spoke softly as he bent down to Baekhyun’s level.

Slowly, Baekhyun’s gaze returned to Minseok’s. White tears rolled down his face, gathering at his chin before falling to the ground. Baekhyun rushed forward and grabbed Minseok tightly. Minseok hissed softly as Baekhyun’s nails dug into his back. The other wanted to make sure Minseok was here, he needed to know Minseok was real. Gently rubbing the other’s back soothingly, Minseok calmly waited for Baekhyun’s cries to slow. Thankfully, Chanyeol was still recovering. He wasn’t sure what would happen if both Baekhyun and Chanyeol were to freak out at the same time. He feared they wouldn’t be able to get through to them both quickly in that situation.

“Hyung it was awful! I couldn’t feel anything, yet I could feel everything. They tore me apart, they pulled at my soul and painfully ripped parts of it from me,” Baekhyun cried into Minseok’s shoulder as his older brother calmly allowed him to cry.

“It’s all going to be okay, you’re okay now,” Minseok spoke softly as he gently kissed the top of Baekhyun’s head and held him tightly. After a few more minutes, Baekhyun was able to calm down. He took a deep breath and removed himself from the safety of his oldest brother’s arms. He looked around the darkroom, Chanyeol was still recovering. Baekhyun looked at the orb of light floating in the middle of the symbol.

“Is that…?” Baekhyun asked quietly.

“We don’t know their name yet, but the Great One called them Pink. I told Junmyeon that I believe this person is going to be a good friend and harmonious with our family dynamics. The Great One also said that they will be slightly younger than Kyungsoo,” Minseok smiled as he continued to gently rub soothing circles onto Baekhyun’s back.

“When will Chanyeol wake up?” Baekhyun asked softly as he looked at his best friend.

“It shouldn’t be long now,” Minseok guided the other closer to Junmyeon and Chanyeol. True to his word, Chanyeol started to stir as they walked quietly to Junmyeon and Chanyeol. Chanyeol’s scarlet eyes opened slowly, they couldn’t seem to settle on Junmyeon. He looked to the ceiling and laid there for a moment. He didn’t seem to want to say anything, afraid of what might happen if he did.

“Channie~” Junmyeon called out softly. Chanyeol shifts his eyes to where he thought he could hear Junmyeon, Baekhyun and Minseok understood he was still seeing those horrible, cold white rooms. Baekhyun softly cleared his throat and gently began to sing one of Chanyeol’s favorite songs, he figured it might help the transition along from the hell Chanyeol was trapped in. After a few moments, Chanyeol started to hum along. Chanyeol raised his arm to clear the invisible film over his eyes.

“Hyung, you’re right,” Chanyeol said softly as he looked towards Minseok after finally being able to see again.

“I was right?” Minseok questioned softly.

“It’s not very fun there,” Chanyeol pouted slightly. They sat around him, too shocked to say anything. Minseok chuckled and helped Chanyeol sit up. Chanyeol looked at the pink orb and smiled softly.

“Are you alright, Channie?” Baekhyun asked softly.

“It hurt, but… our family is growing. I’m not sure how to feel,” Chanyeol smiled at Baekhyun.

“Ah, Chanyeol… You have such a big heart, I’m worried that the Great One will hurt you one day…” Baekhyun sighed as he scooted over to Chanyeol and gently placed his head on the other’s shoulder. Chanyeol gently rested his head against Baekhyun’s and smiled sadly.

“Although I’m not happy with the Great One, I can’t wait to meet…” Chanyeol looked at Minseok for help.

“We don’t know their name yet, but the Great One called them Pink,” Minseok smiled.

“I can’t wait until we can meet, Pink.” Chanyeol smiled happily.

“Come on boys, the others are worried about you. Pink won’t awaken for another day or so,” Minseok stood up and helped the others up. They walked to the horrid black door, Chanyeol looked back and smiled at the orb.

“Welcome to the family, Pink. We can’t wait to meet you,” Chanyeol said loudly for the orb to “hear”. He quickly turned to follow his older brothers. The huge black door slowly closed, leaving the room almost pitch black. The Pink orb shined a little brighter.

[urlasage]

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                          may we all heal  and may we all feel connected 

                                                       to the divine source

                                           the infinite fountains of laughter and wisdom

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                                      praying for more lifted spirits

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                                and infinite creativity

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                              G R A T I T U D E

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[urlasage]

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[yourfriendalbert]

[roses-and-arrows]

Unrest

Their trip wasn't late long given the channels the Kul Tirans had charted to connect one area to the next. The archer's eyes skim the shorelines around them to see if anything seemed out of the norm. Other ferries would pass by the group, some offering a nod to the travelers while others just paid them no mind. The air around them held a crispness to it of an early morning in autumn that slowly warmed with the rising sun. A thin fog over the water, but not dense enough to make it a hazard. Crabs scuttle to avoid being prey for an albatross that had a flock pecking around for food. Of course there was an exchange with a crab and gull where the crab snapped over and over at the bird before yanking its tail feathers out. 

“Before we touch down, I need to make it a point to not bring too much attention to yourselves.” She looks between the three. “Jera and I are a tad unlucky in that for obvious reasons. You two,” she points between both of them. “I suppose act like a couple? Though all around, it’s hard to conceal considering you all decided a standard uniform.”

“Is there a problem with that?” Maria piped up with a soft hint of sass as she perks a brow to the elf. Her attention was pulled away when something had pricked the back of her neck, the woman’s hand instinctively going to kill whatever had been the cause. When she looked at the palm of her hand, there was nothing to be marked as the culprit.

“Well my dear, we are wanting to keep matters out of the common ear and eye. So yes, it is.” Dithaya was never one to deal with attitude too well when it held the smallest amount of snark to it. “If there happens to be any of the opposition present, we would be giving ourselves away. Didn’t they teach you anything?”

The minute the four stepped off the ferry, it was clear to Dithaya that none had actually stepped foot in the area and possibly never seen anything quite like it. Though the town appeared peaceful there was a sense of unease lingering about. Eyes of the townsfolk followed their every step until reaching the doorway to the Inn.

"We can discuss further once we have our rooms. I didn't want to disclose anything unless we were behind closed doors," the archer's voice just loud enough for those around her to hear. All would follow her inside to find that she had made her way to the innkeeper to retrieve two sets of keys. She wouldn’t hand them out just yet and motions for them to follow up the stairs to where the rooms were. Once inside the first room, she waits for everyone to file in before removing her pack, but still wore her quiver across her back. The door soon shut and locked behind as Jera was the last to walk inside. 

“As the commander stated, we will be investigating recent Horde activity. I can only assume they are here for what Azerite may be spouting from the ground. However! We’re not in Elwynn anymore nor anywhere truly safe, keep that in mind. These woods are misleading.. I don’t want any of you wandering off without my knowledge because chances are, you won’t come out. Witches have been a predominate issue for the denizens and even they would tell you the same.”

“Witches?” the Ren’dorei seemed uneasy about the word. “As in Harvest witches? Warlocks?”

“Think those, but tenfold. You thought a decaying warlock was hideous, these are haggard looking and hunched. All of which control and want nothing more than to drain your soul and life as a whole.” She turns toward her pack to retrieve the map she had constructed since her last time being there, the only addition to it was Tiragarde. It would have been beneficial if she would have been sent to Stormsong Valley, but no, it had to be Drustvar. Walking over to the table, she lays the map down, her finger right on the town they were in. “We are here. As you can see there’s a mountain range miles away and a break in here that would lead toward the coastline. Between these two areas, I would imagine the Horde have taken root toward the base of the mountain or they managed to get up there. I suggest if you didn’t pack anything warm, I would find something in town. Get plenty supplies and plenty of rest. We won’t be stopping until dusk, especially if we come across them.” She tosses Thomas a room key. “For you and the misses, do try to contain yourselves?”

“A-Ah..what about me?” Jera pipes up once more. 

“You’ll be staying with me,” she gestures to the two twins on either side of the room. “Pick one. We’ll be moving in the morning, I can’t stress enough about getting sleep.” Though seeing the exchange of glances between the couple, she knew exactly what they had in mind.

As the sunset, the town began to die down. All supplies and equipment were replenished to have it ready for the next day. Jera had already turned over to try to fall asleep, but the archer seemed to watch the last rays of sun vanished over the horizon that she could see from their window. She glances back over to her pack, wishing she had packed at least something to drink. Anything, didn’t even have to be that great tasting so long as it had a bite to it. Maybe she slipped something in there before leaving? No, but what she did see peek out from under her clothes was a bottle she didn’t recognize. Whiskey. The color of it alone was enough to tell and she knew exactly where it came from. A smirk setting on her lips before taking it by the neck, removing the top and takes a long draw from it. It was only the first day, but she needed it. Light knew what could be waiting for them come morning. 

“Maria?” a voice muffled by the wall, but it was enough to pull the archer out of her light slumber. The sun well gone and the room had grown dark. “Maria?!” Thomas continues to yell while shuffling could be heard until his fist found the two elves’ door. Jera soon springing up and clutches her pillow to her chest, Dithaya groans while running a hand down her features. Staggering over to the door, she opens to find Thomas wide-eyed while looking at the would be superior. “She’s gone! Where is she?” 

“Wha-”

“Maria, she’s gone!” His words snapped her right out of the semi-conscious stupor as she rubs her eyes.  

“What do you mean she’s gone?” 

A shrill of scream was able to turn all’s attention to the window and it was only seconds before they opened it to see several towns folk wandering in the night. Some in a panic, some still in the same stupor that Dithaya had been in moments ago. Though one thing was for certain, they were looking for someone they had lost. The murmurs and cries of child calling out for their parents only to be comforted by the nearest adult. 

‘What is this..?”

{ Pt. I , II }

[a-letter-to-abby]

P.P.P.S.

I'm going to miss you. So much. I would write this as a letter and send it, but I missed a formal bon voyage, so this is me trying to make up for it. It's everything I should have said a long time ago. You made me be more open. Much more honest. Try new things. Take risks I didn't want to. You made me trust my heart again. You made me want to find my happiness rather than wait until it slowly crawls onto the couch beside me. And for that, thank you. And screw the rest, I'm going to miss you so much. You're the person I go to when I need to talk at two a.m. You're the person who shows up randomly on a bike with a watermelon helmet, and makes me laugh and smile longer than should be possible. The distance between me and people I care about kills me most of the time. But I'm not about to let go that easily. But if there is one thing I know to be true, it's that I will really fucking miss you. August 27th, 2015 10:21 P.M. EDT