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“ Every dream has its price and not everyone is willing to pay it. ” / @tayun
drawings of the lil guy!
meet tayun! hes a bit of a fucker
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Momoland (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Taeha/Kim Nayun Characters: Kim Taeha, Kim Nayun Additional Tags: Fluff, Ficlet Summary:
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“ i never thought this many ━, “ the words sound hoarse, breathy and faint as if they’d been spoken unbidden. he’s not spoken much since his revival, since their return to etheirys ━ or the source, as the scions call it ━ feeling like an intruder, out of place and out of time in their midst. many still regard him with suspicion, like they fear what he may do and he is quite certain that quite a few ━ himself included, are none too pleased with una’s decision to pull him back from the lifestream. hermes had been content in dying. content in knowing he needs never go through the same cycle again; that this was, at last, the end of the road. but cruel fate, it seems, is not yet done with him. he looks down at his hands, his and not his, amon’s, his mind supplies, ere forcing vibrant green eyes back to the group of oreias afore them. ‘tis not the first concept he recognizes on their journey of which hermes never bothered to ascertain the destination ━ each one he sees robbing him of his breath anew, memories swirling within his thoughts. it is a pressure ‘pon his breast both painful and oddly joyous. overwhelming, to be sure, like so many other things. “ ━ that this many would have survived the sundering. i’d thought all of elpis perished. “
@tayun
@tayun || S.C --- ( FEO UL )
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐌. Not yours or any others, no, the kingdoms of man scarcely knew what to do with him and all the same you watch him struggle for them anyway. No prize big enough past salvation to reward him. Mortals were a fascinating bunch, all conquest and compassion in the same breath. Lives so short and filled with so much turbulence. You were unlike your kind in that you delighted in the entertainment of it all, such conviction and such zeal. You didn’t plan on growing attached. YOUR SAPLING. So foolish and so stubborn, heartless that he should forget you in pivotal moments, and yet . . . no mortal can compare. For all the short and beautiful little lives they live, this one is special. So much blood and all for others causes, so much strife and all to ease the burden on others shoulders. In the beginning, you didn’t understand why, but time revealed all you’d need to see. The answer was love. This sapling of yours, was love. And yet why should he have to suffer? Why, why, why? Why your sapling and not others, the cruel handed ones, the un-fun ones, the ones who carry carnage and war and don’t love like he does, THEY should be the ones to suffer, not your sapling. No kingdom of man can repay him for all he does, and no kingdom of fae can give him what he needs. But your hands remain extended all the same, palms open for the day when life has asked too much and your sapling wilts, then he may find respite in your halls, take your crown and be free of pain.
But oh your sapling would never, would he. . . He would make you watch as he bleeds and toils and struggles, make your heart hurt and strain as you watch his skin bruise while his smile never falters. What a cruel, cruel mortal he is. YOU CANNOT BEAR TO WATCH HIM DIE. Not when you are worlds away, in another shard, and you cannot reach.
He steps into the First, boot fall for little more then mere moments when you peel the veil of stars and skies apart to appear before him in a chime and a wave of your upset fists --
“ HEARTLESS! HEARTLESS SAPLING!! You never visit your precious branch anymore, reckless, endangering! Do you have any idea how many times you’ve gotten injured since you last came to visit? COUNTLESS! ” For all the dramatics do you soften, how this mortal has turned your claws to caresses. All your bite lessens when you look into his eyes, catch a glimpse of the hope everyone else sees in him.
“ You do so much for others, it’s already enough. Stop trying to do so much more, my sapling, you are only mortal, and I cannot always be there when you are so far from me. You are bad for my poor, poor heart, bad bad bad! . . . Promise me you will remember to take care of yourself too, Una’a. ”
𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. no wind to sing even in its hushed whispers of dusk and fall, no falling snow in the frigid air that sets frost upon fingertips unbound from their covers of leather and steel, no spells of rain to bless a world that feels as though it rests in drought. nothing. she wishes she could call it peaceful, but perhaps she is simply far unused to it. this silence brings naught but discomfort to waver over her mind, and she wonders if she is alone in the sentiment.
“ though my memories are faded, they come back to haunt me once again. my mind is somewhat jaded, now. ” a pause splits between the airs of her voice, falling neat upon her tongue, dry against her teeth. “ what of you ? i can never feel comfortable in peace. nothing is ever truly peaceful. ”
@tayun ▸ starter call.