@♥ minseok l。 invidious droplets of mist became adamant in their stride to dampen the fine, silken locks of crimson atop the florist's head, gradually soaking into the cottony fabric which inevitably clung onto his alabaster flesh. a wrong decision it was, to explore the grounds of the meadow on such a day-- though he didn't regret it one bit. the air was laced with petrichor and the winds became gorgonized whirls of gust that danced a bewitching ballet. a sense of calm, taeyong felt amidst the storm wreaking havoc about. rain was always welcome.
lissome fingers idly traveled up to gingerly sink into the matted locks, offsetting a stream of water to rivulet down the expanse of his arm. "by the gods, i'm going to catch the worst cold in my 19 years of life..." taeyong breathed out, the heat of his breath tainting the chilled air before him with swirls of dissipating gray. "where did the trai-" he'd started to mumble once more, only to yelp when a severed tree branch pricked beneath the collar of his shirt, catching onto the cream colored material. "perhaps i should have stayed in bed today..."
with some tugging and twisting, the male had finally succeeded in setting himself free after a good few minutes of huffs and colorful vocabulary. a shaken breath snuck passed his supple brims, tended by the rain whilst the once flushed nails became tinted with a ghastly cyan. noting the dreaded change, taeyong hurried his steps to the vehicle that became clearer with the decreasing proximity-- only to be completely confounded when he heard another's voice call out for help-- instantly taken aback. there was someone else, it seemed. and quite sadly, he wasn't as selfish as he should have been.
"hello?" taeyong called out, breath hitching when caught a shadow of movement from his peripheral vision, anxiety lackadaisically seeping into his blood stream as he cautiously began to walk toward the fallen being- hastily pushing the fallen bangs away from his ethereal visage in a futile attempt to stray the rain away. "are you okay, sir?"
@♡ taeyong l。 it's said the lightning strikes from storms were heaven's way of striking ba'al, sending him another layer deeper into hell with every strike.
with each solemn reminder, every clap of lightning followed by the groan of soldiers from the clouds, minseok's heart grows heavier. with every storm, he wishes nothing more than to organize a military, charge the heavens, and reclaim the territory he had lost; his former glory beckons him, yet he is left without a single follower, withheld inside the limited mortal body (despite finally being able to walk in sunlight), and left terribly afraid of being struck into each layer of the earth's crust and delving down to the deepest pit of hell by god's hand like before, despite up-taking the mortal vessel to disguise himself. yet--once again, his inabilities impede him in his pursuit of his relentless desires.
he remains along the edge of the woods, shielded from lightning by the trees as he peers into the rain, hardly able to smell him despite the water fragmenting his scent--but he's there. flummoxed, he purses his lips, brows furrowed as he stares across the clearing. his heart rate stalls within his chest as he steps closer, peering between the last few trees as he stares at the distant, lamb-like figure in the distance. his radiant, lemon hair glistens in the limited sun rays as the blue flowers encircling his feet act as if god himself is baiting him to reveal himself and consume the harmless creation in the distance.
an idea suddenly strikes his mind, causing an amused chortle to bubble from beyond the confines of his throat, and he turns from the figure in a sense of finality, jeopardizing heaven's creation in the most bastardly way the devil knows. "help!" he calls from just behind the treeline, collapsing on the ground as he feigns the plight of an unfortunate soul caught with a wounded ankle. "someone, help, please!"