Zero: A BTS AU (On Hold)

Home: Ch 31

It was dark. A gentle wisp of shadow submerging the world into it's embrace. Time seemed to flow differently here - it had been light only the last time she gazed up from the desk. Her only companions a pile of books who's titles were writen in a messy scrawl across her loose peice of paper.

Around lunch she had found herself in the massive corridors of this peacefully old and traditional styled building. The walls and signs leading her to the large libary in the west wing of the University where she claimed a spot upon a large sofa, leaving only in search books required by her courses. While her departures to fetch materials were brief, they were also the only thing that drew her attention away from the texts she was reviewing, breaking her concentration and allowing her to take notice of the outside world. It is this reason that she had found herself in a slight panic as the day seemed to have disapeared before it's time. She rushed, quietly, from the room decorated with large wooden shelves of admirable and insightful works who's contents moved to explain the happenings of this world. Yet they could not explain to her the uncertainty she felt in this place, this place so far from her home, which felt to her as if it were a whole new universe. Nor could they explain the strange events that would soon meet her in a head on collision of chaos and control.

So out she stroad down the guiding path of walls and signs, meeting the cool breaze as they disapeared and were replaced with the beautiful tints of flowers and steams darkened by the hour. These hushed colours made up the edges of her path and almost seemed to sill in recognition of their sleepy surroundings. When the marvoulace garden ended she knew she was near the gates that lead to the lamp lit streets and she rushed to meet them in hopes that her bus would be waiting diligently at the stop for her. It was there, but not for her, and as she quickened her pace in attempt to catch the fleeing pray she slamed right into a solid chest. A wall of muscle she had not even noticed in her haste. At the collision she was forced to a stumbled fall, her feet triping over each other in a broken waltz as her figure, strained and bent backwards, attempted to stabilise itself. Her eyes had widened with panic at the realisation of her impending doom, of her momentary merging with the rough ground bellow, and just as she were about to let out a screech of anticipated regret and suspenseful pain she was whipped up by strong arms and back into the chest. Though this time the impact were more a tender embrace than a train wreck. They rocked back and forth momentarily as the pair did their own dance in search of a stable stance. The brease rustling through the leaves and the calls of nightime; the melodies of animals and whispers of traffic, were the parts that made whole the song of their meeting.

As the movement drew to an end she was able to still her plummeting heart and look up into the splendourous outlines of the wall; of her savour's face. The man gazed down with widened purple eyes, a great panic clearly being replaced with relief at the known saftey of the girl. Though initially the royal colour of his iris caused her confusion, she played it off as a trick of the light, or a reflection, as the hues were sodden with a warm blackness. He wore a mask, simple and white, to cover his mouth, and his black hood had fallen back from his forehead slighty with the impact, revealing silky strands of white that sloaped around his face in a graceful frame. She thought the contrast the most ethereal thing in existance and her mind was drawn to an attempted recolition. It failed as only a blured outline of an image implanted itself in the center of her thoughts. As such it was soon and easily replaced as the man's eyes closed in a sigh and he seemed to draw her closer to his being. With a reluctant movement he let her stand with her own strength and she shivered at the loss.

The man's eyes roamed up and down her figure in analytical uncertainly as his voice broke the night, "are you all right?" His tone was rough and low from lack of moisture and an attempt at controls. It's deep thrums seemingly froze her. The icy breath beginning from the inside of her stomach, moving up to crystallize her heart. An upwards snowfall to her mind before it encased her entirety.