‘we’re all mad here’
@krhanbyul
egg after egg after egg, this is a giant fucking mess and taemin is frustrated and hot and exhausted and all he wants in his life right now is some goddamn water. it’s so humid and sticky and he keeps finding eggs that have nothing in them, and with each one he comes across, his blood pressure rises. at this rate, he’s going to kill something. it doesn’t help that he can’t control his emotions so the sky is a sickening swirling storm high above him with no rain and no relief, so all it does is give him a massive headache the size of jupiter, ironically. he can trail the pain all the way from his brow over his frontal lobe, over his cranium, down his spinal cord, to the middle of his shoulder blades. he keeps wanting to stop and rest, but each time he does, it only gets worse, and sets him to writhing around on the ground. he hates everything—forget waking up, he just wants to die.
he has got to find something to fight or fuck, or knock him out, but it’s been a considerable time since he’s seen anyone else… or has it? it feels like it has been, but time is a chaotic thing in dreams, unstable and untamable. he tries not to think about it too much because his head is already pounding and concentration is impossible at this stage, but he feels his face and he hasn’t grown a beard yet, so he hasn’t been in this labyrinth for too long now. whew. whatever the god zeus’s preferences might have been, taemin has determined that he is not a beard kind of guy and never will be, so for now he’s safe.
at some point during his journey, he trips over something (probably his dignity) and falls right into the ground, barely catching himself before splitting his head open. his head already feels like it’s being split open, so he has to stay like that for a moment, just breathing and convincing himself to stand back up again. when he does, he sees a girl just up ahead of him in the dim light of the maze. she is familiar to him in the way that all the reincarnated gods are familiar to him, but there is something else; they have actually met before. he squints.
ah yes, achilles. she is one of the few poor souls who haven’t awoken yet and are still fighting against their true natures, or some shit like that. he’d been pretty drunk for their last meeting, but he does vaguely remember her irritated expressions to him recognizing her as her past life. he grins a bit and struggles to his feet. “achilles,” he calls, knowing she’s not going to like the name. “is that you?”
