"Hate me, hurt me, betray me. The more pain you make me feel, the more tempting you become."
Taehyung Dark Royal a.u.
MATURE & explicit sexual content 18+
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"Cut me through my skin Through the heart, you went right in I fell for every word you said I come here but I can't stay"
Love&War - Yellow Claw
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Leila waded in her shell-formed bath, tugging on grapes and plopping them into her mouth. Washing each bite down with a simple sip of white wine.
A gift from Hoseok, for their 'unpleasant meeting' the day before with Aera.
Jimin was right, the joyful man did indeed have the best agricultural skills. He came baring fruitful gifts, so juicy and large were hard to come by, and offering glorious wine. The alcohol was exquisite compared to their sunless versions, which were often bitter.
But this, what she held in her wet hands, was what she imagined the finer things in life were like with the sun still shining.
The girl had started to understand what happiness was. Her favorite scents swirled around her, and no annoyingly frustrating men had bothered her. She couldn't help but giggle to herself, imagining the look on Taehyung's face as she theatrically moaned out all of his friend's names. There was a fluttering in her chest, an easy smile on her face. And she couldn't stop humming a pretty tune from her homeland.
Happiness, she recognized for herself, stemmed from bruising men's egos. And grapes. In all their tantalizing forms.
Contentment was much more pleasing than being forced to train everyday. Talking about different ways to stab someone with a knife, and figuring out just how to bend the light to make sharp as a blade. A simple bath adorned with petty amusement was becoming something she enjoyed.
A hobby. For herself, that wasn't reading. She felt a bubbling in her chest, a little shake of delight.
Yet, her mood darkened. Thinking of all the years she had been kept from this simple moment of doing nothing but living.
She remembered one evening with her sisters. They had been in their separate rooms away from her. Leila had been restless all day, and she didn't know why. She had come up with a plan to leave her rooms and ask her sisters for a meaningless item, just so she could get away from routine.
Leila, while being the middle child, had her own room. This had always been explained to be for the sake of her burgeoning and sometimes erratic magic.
It had made sense then. To be kept away.
Though that night in particular, the wind through her window was a little cold. The sky, a little more dark. And while her mother and father offered no comfort, and at 13 years old sometimes she felt the weight of loneliness though she never knew it's absence. That loneliness was only her affliction to bare.
