FANFIC: "Eternal Promise (ACU Scrap)" (PYPRemix- 2Min)
Title: "Eternal Promise (PYP Remix)"
Pairing: 2Min- Minho x Taemin (SHINee)
Writer: black_prophet
Genre: PYP: Remix, ACU Scrap
Word Count: 442
Rating: PG13
Warning: Angel Chronicles Universe! Worried Taemin, Protective Minho
A/N: This is for thesilveramazon again, because 2Min was her suggestion for a Remix and is always her fault (we agreed on it)! This story is a follow up to "An Inked Feather".
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION. It is a work of Fiction starring real people that I sadly do not own in any way, shape, or form except for CDs, and DVDs and an impressive collection of pictures, which should count but doesn't. *SAD FACE* The universe, idea, and writings are all mine.
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Taemin shifted nervously, staring at his reflection in the wall of mirrors. Great wings stretched from his back, the feathers a shade between ginger and auburn, the same hue as his hair. Even in the weakness of the false lighting, they glinted with hints of gold. The ability to summon them was a new talent of his, brought out by the dark-haired male sitting behind him.
Minho lounged in the background; his tall form draped in a more casual stance than Taemin knew him to feel. The deliberate relaxation made something in the younger boy calm, soothed by the older Angel’s presence. Minho’s chocolate-and-shadow wings were splayed over the peach-colored tiles, stretches of darkness in the warmly decorated room.
Turning his eyes away from the figure sprawled behind him; Taemin looked down at his twined hands, chewing at his lower lip.
“What’s wrong?” Minho asked, his voice low and gentle. His tone made Taemin glance back up, catching the reflection of the older angel’s eyes in the mirrored wall. “You know you can tell me, Tae.”
“I-I’m afraid.” Taemin admitted, hating how cowardly the words sounded when he finally forced them past his lips. Still, staring at that familiar face and seeing the honest worry in those beloved eyes, he could do no less. “Of, all of this.”
Minho stood, moving away from the couch and over to where Taemin stood. Gently reaching out, he stroked one of the younger Kin’s wings, his tone low and affectionate. “I know you’re afraid, Tae… But it’s alright, I promise it’s alright.”
Glancing toward the window and considering what the others had told him of flying and fighting, Taemin shuddered. “You won’t leave me, right?”
The question sounded so terribly weak and he ducked his head, wings folding close to his back as he hid behind his bangs. Desperation and terror churned in his gut, more words spilling from him. “Just… Just promise me you won’t leave.”
Minho considered him for a moment, moving close enough to wrap affectionate arms around the shuddering younger Kin. Taemin had come a long way since they’d brought him to the safety of the Resistance’s Mansion, but there were still spikes of fear that he had to work through. His lack of confidence was easy to understand, his general shy demeanor slowly relaxing as he realized that the Kin wished him no harm.
His instant and perfect trust in Minho was the only thing that had not wavered or weakened. “Please Minho? Promise.”
“I promise, alright?” Mindful of the hysteria lurking in the other’s tone, he worked to keep his voice soothing. “I won’t ever leave you, I promise.”
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YAY ACU! Another Remix (2Min) of the more recent PYP. 2Min is way too easy to write sometimes, so, here they are again! Blame Silver if you want (I personally think she likes it, to be honest) or me, or my brain. At any rate, I hope you enjoyed! More soon.
Pairing: 2Min- Minho x Taemin (SHINee)
Writer: black_prophet
Genre: PYP: Remix, ACU Scrap
Word Count: 442
Rating: PG13
Warning: Angel Chronicles Universe! Worried Taemin, Protective Minho
A/N: This is for thesilveramazon again, because 2Min was her suggestion for a Remix and is always her fault (we agreed on it)! This story is a follow up to "An Inked Feather".
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION. It is a work of Fiction starring real people that I sadly do not own in any way, shape, or form except for CDs, and DVDs and an impressive collection of pictures, which should count but doesn't. *SAD FACE* The universe, idea, and writings are all mine.
***
Taemin shifted nervously, staring at his reflection in the wall of mirrors. Great wings stretched from his back, the feathers a shade between ginger and auburn, the same hue as his hair. Even in the weakness of the false lighting, they glinted with hints of gold. The ability to summon them was a new talent of his, brought out by the dark-haired male sitting behind him.
Minho lounged in the background; his tall form draped in a more casual stance than Taemin knew him to feel. The deliberate relaxation made something in the younger boy calm, soothed by the older Angel’s presence. Minho’s chocolate-and-shadow wings were splayed over the peach-colored tiles, stretches of darkness in the warmly decorated room.
Turning his eyes away from the figure sprawled behind him; Taemin looked down at his twined hands, chewing at his lower lip.
“What’s wrong?” Minho asked, his voice low and gentle. His tone made Taemin glance back up, catching the reflection of the older angel’s eyes in the mirrored wall. “You know you can tell me, Tae.”
“I-I’m afraid.” Taemin admitted, hating how cowardly the words sounded when he finally forced them past his lips. Still, staring at that familiar face and seeing the honest worry in those beloved eyes, he could do no less. “Of, all of this.”
Minho stood, moving away from the couch and over to where Taemin stood. Gently reaching out, he stroked one of the younger Kin’s wings, his tone low and affectionate. “I know you’re afraid, Tae… But it’s alright, I promise it’s alright.”
Glancing toward the window and considering what the others had told him of flying and fighting, Taemin shuddered. “You won’t leave me, right?”
The question sounded so terribly weak and he ducked his head, wings folding close to his back as he hid behind his bangs. Desperation and terror churned in his gut, more words spilling from him. “Just… Just promise me you won’t leave.”
Minho considered him for a moment, moving close enough to wrap affectionate arms around the shuddering younger Kin. Taemin had come a long way since they’d brought him to the safety of the Resistance’s Mansion, but there were still spikes of fear that he had to work through. His lack of confidence was easy to understand, his general shy demeanor slowly relaxing as he realized that the Kin wished him no harm.
His instant and perfect trust in Minho was the only thing that had not wavered or weakened. “Please Minho? Promise.”
“I promise, alright?” Mindful of the hysteria lurking in the other’s tone, he worked to keep his voice soothing. “I won’t ever leave you, I promise.”
***
YAY ACU! Another Remix (2Min) of the more recent PYP. 2Min is way too easy to write sometimes, so, here they are again! Blame Silver if you want (I personally think she likes it, to be honest) or me, or my brain. At any rate, I hope you enjoyed! More soon.