☞水仙请避雷: Seokjin x Jin。
Daemon: from the novel Northern Lights by Philip Pullman. A daemon is a person’s soul as a creature. Every human has a daemon, but no other animal does. Angels have two souls, one is their wings, and one is their daemon. A human’s daemon cannot go far from them, because their hearts are linked, and neither could a good angel’s. But like witches, an evil angel’s daemon could go as far away as they want to. An angel’s daemon can take any forms they want to take.
Jin’s spotless white wings flapped twice as he landed skillfully in front of ‘the prisoner’, his daemon, Aelsasha, as a white ermine clawing the collar of his robe, struggling to restrain their excitement.
“you came?” Seokjin asked casually without looking up, combing his hands through the beautiful rough midnight-black feathers on his powerful wings. But Helenlaia, his daemon, at present a shadow-like fox, was swishing his tail from side to side, one second leaping on to the floor, the next clawing to Seokjin’s shoulder and whispering in his ear, the next pacing on the window-silt, the light flaming up his rich dark-red coat.
He was betraying Seokjin’s impatience, and soon he could not hold it.
“Have you decided what to do then?”
Seokjin could unravel all his threads of problems. But sometimes, as soon as he unravel them, he makes a tighter knot.
Jin was the one who had captured Seokjin. There was a war between the good angels and rebellious angels, and many were wounded. Looking down from a higher cloud onto the mess of black and white wings, daemons viciously biting and scratching, Jin remembered shivering with fright.
Then after the war, there was a solar eclipse. The forever lasting lights of the heavens disappeared. And in an instant the angels and their daemons too disappeared with the light, for they hated the dark.
In the silent and the gloom, a faint shape laid motionless. Jin knew that it must be a wounded enemy, and flew down with the wind like a white kite, with Aelsasha as a kestrel calling with anticipation. The attraction of rebellious angels were strong, for Jin had always been forbidden to go near any of them. Not even prisoners. This was a chance in a hundred. A solar eclipse and a wounded enemy.
The angel’s daemon snarled at Jin in the shape of a wolf, but its green eyes were covered in pain, and constantly she licked the angel with tender care. She was helpless, growling with useless hatred for the intruder. Jin ignored her.
Out of the blackness, appeared a shape even blacker. As though embroidered by glow worms, tiny strips and dots of almost-red light covered what seemed like feather-tips. It made the shadow look like a wild and vicious bird of prey.
But that was not the most magnificent thing about the enemy. As Jin’s eyes grew used to the blackness, he saw the outlines of his face. In those impressive eyes, the black almost glowed. They spoke of evil, but they, too, were powerful magnets, whirling vortexes of beauty, drawing him in, in, in… At their centers, two white-silver light danced away, and Jin followed them, untiringly.
Then something made Jin pull away from his thoughts and those eyes. Between the handsome features, hid a resemblance to something Jin knew well; but something he had forgotten about. Something important. Any other time he wouldn’t have bothered about it, but that day it annoyed him, deeply.
Jin and the stranger gazed silently again for some time. Then the stranger unexpectedly smiled. An attractive warm smile. In contrast to his dark wings and semi-evil eyes. Yet even in that smile hid the finest trace of rebellious and harmfulness. But somehow also adding to the mysteriousness and loveliness of it. Every moral and principle of the world seemed to dissolve into nothing as soon as they touch him.
Then suddenly there was something new growing inside Jin’s innocent heart. A feeling he was unable to describe.
It made the beating in his chest go wilder, and he was forced to take in bigger breaths. Soon the feeling spread around his body. His feet felt shaky and he realized without knowing he was standing on one foot, the other moving constantly, sometimes crossed behind, sometimes nudging the other’s toe. His hand tapped slightly behind his back.
And his daemon, changing into a silver-backed jackal, approached the wolf in an almost friendly manner. The wolf glowered and warned her to stay away, but her body language changed ever so slightly. She relaxed, though her eyes were still glowing with alert. And Aelsasha laid down playfully, swinging her soft flexible tail as if it was a fishing string.
Something they had never experienced before.
But it was the inside feelings that came even more peculiar. It was as if some imperceptible string or web were tying their selves to the strangers in front of them. Jin was at a lost. His eyes helplessly gazed into His; he was still smiling, and the silver dots in his stunning eyes took control of his mind, pulling the strings and webs, towards him, towards him…
Like the end of all innocence.
Jin knew that as soon as he touches those gorgeous black wings he himself would turn evil.
“Ash…” He called softly to his daemon, and the silver creature, now curled into a ball of playful fight with the wolf, hastily leaped off.
The angel closed his eyes in exhaustion, and the wolf, worried and watchful again, fell back beside the dark figure. Released from the tight grips of the silver fireflies, Jin collapsed backward onto his soft white wings. He was almost driven crazy with both fear and confusion, plus the queer feeling inside him. He had now realized how dangerous it was for him to be here alone, or was it?
His dear, dear Ash was bringing her thoughts into his minds. She was wrapped like a fur scar around his neck, but her thoughts were somewhere else. The wolf was weaker now, and her green eyes stared into Aelsasha’s. This time less proud, more concerned; as if asking for help.
The stranger laid there exposed and vulnerable. Jin felt bewildered. What powers did those evil have?
In front of the dark creature, Jin seemed to be a different person. Helpless, incautious, strange. And Aelsasha…
As if their morals and principles, too, had dissolved in the beautiful black wings, the silver light dots of the prisoner. And the striking green eyes of his daemon.
Jin sighed. He rolled up, rather clumsily, and shook himself free of the thick dust. The stranger struggled with his beautiful black wings. They were stiff, and Jin saw in an instant blood running down their sides.
He seemed in pain, and that made Jin painful as well, as if they share the same heart. As if he was his.. daemon? Ash was trembling, whispering persistently into his ears, sharp and urgent.
“Help, help them…Jin!”
After a few hopeless attempts the angel gave up. Laying back defenseless, the silver and green lights pleading.
That was more than what Jin could resist. There was little time, for the moon was moving out from the golden plate. Jin grabbed the hands of the rebellious angel and pulled him up. His pale skin felt cold, like the ones of a vampire. Maybe all the evil’s skins are cold, Jin thought.
Once standing up, Jin could see more of the wound. The light gap was spreading, and Jin observed the wings, though extremely careful not to touch them. The cut was deep, if it had been a few centimeters inward, a part of the left wing might have been sliced off. Flesh was running down the sides like stream, and pity grew in Jin’s heart. Those are his sky-souls! The other wing was wounded, too. A golden arrow was stuck in the midst of messy blood-stained feathers.
The angel leaned lightly on him, his eyes closed, as if he was suffering. The position was trusting and mild, like a tamed wild beast. The feeling that bound him succeeded again to find him, and his heart tickled to kiss those soft pale lips.
But the sun was nearly out. The sun that he had always loved, now brought to him troubles.
With a gentle swift movement Jin bounded the angel’s wings and hands with a piece of abandoned chain at his foot. The angel did not protest, though flinched a little when the metal touched his wings.
Metals have an effect on all angels. It limits all their power, making them unable to do anything other than flying. Their natural defenses are constrained, too, like the influences of a rebellious angel’s wings, or even the abilities of their daemons. However, it cannot be used for long, for metals could also burn angels when they’re exposed under the sun for an extended amount of time.
Jin lifted the angel up. The cool breeze blowing lifted his white feathers up, and the angel’s black wings now hanged harmlessly among the golden chains. His eyes were still closed, but his fingers tightened around Jin’s waist. Such a cute devil, Jin thought. And he lower his head and linger his lips on his for a brief moment. It was cold, like his hand, as if all the vessels in his body were running only with cold blood.
But Jin cannot concentrate or fly too high, for Ash was still helping the wolf. When she found out that she had no energy to change even to a sparrow, Ash turned into a huge eagle and in no time they catched up with their masters.
The sunlight was more intense now, and the moon had completely moved out of the shiny golden plate. Jin forced himself concentrated despite his distractions, and began flying upwards. That was harder than flying down, for he had to flapped his wings up and down more often now.
The angel in his arms was shaking slightly. At least his body was hot. Jin carefully stroke the angel’s face. And he shivered once more.
“Are you cold?”
The angel’s eyes opened weakly. The glowing black was duller, and the silver lights were motionless.
“Where are we going?”
The voice was feeble and a bit husky. The angel seemed tired and almost…afraid. He didn’t look like one who could be easily afraid.
The angel smiled faintly and closed his eyes again as Jin landed on a cloud. This was one of the old places, when a cloud where angels lived flew too high above for their likings, and therefore abandoned. Some old places became constantly visited sites or play areas for the smaller angels, but this one was too high to be discovered. Even the patrol angels don’t come here.
Plainly the angel in his arms dislike it too. He turned restlessly, trying to flap his wings. Jin flew into an abandoned town, each building made of clouds, and placed the angel on the soft wet floor in the shades of a little town house.
Now in the full light, the wounds look even worse, bright red blood trickled into the white clouds, colouring them. The gold arrow reflecting the sunlight almost laughed, but even touching it make the angel cringe.
“It must be taken out soon.”
Looking at the painful expression in the angel’s eyes Jin’s heart ached, and slowly he bent down again to touch the soft cool lips. Aelsasha understood immediately and pressed the wolf down, holding her still. The angel flinched slightly. Jin stroked his face tenderly with one hand.
The other felt for the hard golden arrow that had wounded the beautiful angel. With a quick light movement he removed it, and threw it hard with hatred onto the cloud floor. In an instant bright red blood was rushing like waves in a sea out of the angel’s body, except that they never retreat back. His face was stained with tears. Crystal-like drops escaped through his closed eyes, but at least he looked more peaceful now.
Silence rang on top of the cloud-town. All was quiet except for the rough breathing of the black wolf.
In that darkness of riot, Jin’s thoughts meddled and naturally the most instant and important came first. On his flight, he was too distracted by the beautiful helpless figure to think. It was only now that Jin realized he had not consider that matter before. The simplest greetings.
It was a while until the angel opened his black, night-like eyes.
“I'll tell you when you come back.”
Playful, but almost with an air of commanding. As if daring him to come back. And thinking about it make Jin smile. His little wounded wild cat was letting loose of his nature. All the same it worried Jin, this was not a tamed pet, but a well-trained beast from the dark materials. The sinful sides of heaven. The dusts, not the clouds.
Exactly like his daemon.
But what Aelsasha and not Jin sensed from the mixture of feelings was a little voice begging, begging Jin to let go. To carry on with his normal life, to leave him alone, for the best.
And if she was unsure, a low, weak growl from the wolf proved it.
But his master was peaceful, and that made him peaceful too. “I’ll tell him later.” Thought Ash as she tried out of the shape of the wolf, and found that she enjoyed it very much, except that she liked her coat white other than black. The wolf growled quietly which resembled a light laugh, and she felt like tussling with him very much. Then suddenly she remembered the image of a mess of black and white wings in the war, and shuddered, awaking Jin from the calmness.
Jin sat beside the strange angel for a few more peaceful moment, though not very peaceful now with a strange coldness Ash felt and his heart thumping like a hare being targetted. Then down below the clouds, the faint sound of an lightbell sounded, collecting the scattered angel during the eclipse, and putting on searching parties for the missing.
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