Fic: Seeking You prologue/?
Title: Seeking You - Prologue
Author: Dreaminthepast
Pairing: Jaejoong x Yunho / Changmin x Yoochun (Junsu x Yunho - dubious)
Rating (overall) NC-17 This Chapter PG
Summary: On a quest to fulfill his birthright Jaejoong must conqueror more than just the Dark Elf plotting to destroy his city walls, he must also find it in his heart to heal the man broken at his feet. Meanwhile, the brother lost in the shadows must find his inner strength before the one he's destined to love looses his life to the endless pursuit of revenge and despair.
The darkness was growing. He could feel it both physically and mentally. Lying on the cold ground the dampness leeched into his body, his very being. It made his limbs hurt, his joints ache and his skin crawl. His mind was tired, and his soul was no better, feeling torn and tattered like he was losing his identity and slowly sinking into insanity. He missed his family, the deep blue mountains of his homeland peaking through the clouds to become one with the sky, the sunset sparkling on snow-kissed trees. He missed the little wooden thatched cottage that was his home, the smell of apple pie, currant jam and sweet rice. He held those thoughts the tightest. They were the things the darkness feared
the most.
Happiness.
But even those thoughts couldn’t hold the fear at bay forever. Nothing was as cold and lonely as the fear in the pit of his stomach; the fear of being swallowed by the darkness.
Steps echoing down the hallway fought for his attention. Heavy boots clamoring as their path was guided by a wavering, solitary light that shone like a beacon. Wincing against it, the harshness of the floating illumination grew, like a specter in a haunted castle and he reached out his hand. Bone and atrophied muscles protested against the stretch of the limb so that he was able to collect the morsel of nourishment.
In the new light he could make out rows upon rows of other hands, ones just as emaciated as his own, reach for the same offering. He ate greedily as the light passed. He didn’t care for the taste, but he didn’t much care to starve either for as much as he just wanted to die he didn’t want to give his captors the satisfaction.
When he finally looked up the light had returned and he could make out silk robes, blood red, and soft to the touch. Bending down the man ran a ring adorned finger along the black collar, too tight and chaffing at his neck almost tenderly.
“Don’t worry Yunho,” the melodic voice cooed as black eyes appeared like at the height of a terrible storm. “I think we’re getting closer to the
answer.”
Author: Dreaminthepast
Pairing: Jaejoong x Yunho / Changmin x Yoochun (Junsu x Yunho - dubious)
Rating (overall) NC-17 This Chapter PG
Summary: On a quest to fulfill his birthright Jaejoong must conqueror more than just the Dark Elf plotting to destroy his city walls, he must also find it in his heart to heal the man broken at his feet. Meanwhile, the brother lost in the shadows must find his inner strength before the one he's destined to love looses his life to the endless pursuit of revenge and despair.
The darkness was growing. He could feel it both physically and mentally. Lying on the cold ground the dampness leeched into his body, his very being. It made his limbs hurt, his joints ache and his skin crawl. His mind was tired, and his soul was no better, feeling torn and tattered like he was losing his identity and slowly sinking into insanity. He missed his family, the deep blue mountains of his homeland peaking through the clouds to become one with the sky, the sunset sparkling on snow-kissed trees. He missed the little wooden thatched cottage that was his home, the smell of apple pie, currant jam and sweet rice. He held those thoughts the tightest. They were the things the darkness feared
the most.
Happiness.
But even those thoughts couldn’t hold the fear at bay forever. Nothing was as cold and lonely as the fear in the pit of his stomach; the fear of being swallowed by the darkness.
Steps echoing down the hallway fought for his attention. Heavy boots clamoring as their path was guided by a wavering, solitary light that shone like a beacon. Wincing against it, the harshness of the floating illumination grew, like a specter in a haunted castle and he reached out his hand. Bone and atrophied muscles protested against the stretch of the limb so that he was able to collect the morsel of nourishment.
In the new light he could make out rows upon rows of other hands, ones just as emaciated as his own, reach for the same offering. He ate greedily as the light passed. He didn’t care for the taste, but he didn’t much care to starve either for as much as he just wanted to die he didn’t want to give his captors the satisfaction.
When he finally looked up the light had returned and he could make out silk robes, blood red, and soft to the touch. Bending down the man ran a ring adorned finger along the black collar, too tight and chaffing at his neck almost tenderly.
“Don’t worry Yunho,” the melodic voice cooed as black eyes appeared like at the height of a terrible storm. “I think we’re getting closer to the
answer.”