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sailorsong2024-02-16 09:42 pm
kkotgalpi) wrote in sailorsong2024-02-16 09:42 pm
Entry tags:
burned but not buried
fandom: wjsn
pairing: exy/seola
word count: 531w
inspired by: which witch
They shouldn’t be doing this.
It’s past curfew, they’re in an abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods, miles away from their home—that they have no idea if it’s still up and hasn’t been burnt to the ground by the civilians, that is—and if a guard gets even a sniff of them they’re dead meat.
But it’s hard to care when Hyunjung’s hands are on her waist, pulling her closer, devouring her mouth as if it’s the last time. It might as well be, with how relentlessly they’re being chased down. Last they heard, the king offered ten billion won to whoever managed to capture them first, dead or alive.
The king—who, unfortunately, also happened to be Hyunjung’s father—couldn’t bring himself to accept the fact that his only daughter turned out to be a witch, much less that the only legitimate heir to the throne refused to get married to one of his hand-picked suitors and was having an affair with another witch instead.
So Hyunjung ran away from the castle, choosing to live with Sojung in her tiny, vine-covered house instead. When that didn’t work either, they ran away together.
“It’s too dark in here,” Hyunjung whispers between kisses, tugs at Sojung’s shirt. “Want to see you. Need to see you.”
With a flick of Sojung’s wrist, the candles on the table are lit up, casting an ethereal glow on Hyunjung’s skin. Sojung is tired, hungry, and can’t remember the last time she’s had the privilege of sleeping for more than two hours, but the sight of Hyunjung’s messy, dark hair spread on the couch, eyes dark and hungry and desperate, is somehow enough to heal something that has been broken inside her since they were forced to leave the life they knew behind.
They switch positions, Hyunjung on top of Sojung, fingers tracing every inch of Sojung’s face in pure adoration before she leans down to kiss her again, harder this time. That’s when Sojung feels something wet drop on her cheeks, then on her collarbones, and before she can try and process what’s happening Hyunjung hides her face in the crook of her neck and sobs loudly, desperately, shattering Sojung’s heart.
“Hey, hey,” It’s okay, Sojung almost says, but bites her tongue, swallows the words down. It’s not okay, hasn’t been for a while. She’ll still hold Hyunjung through it, will wipe away every single tear with all the love and care in the world. “Look at me,” Sojung pleads, hand resting under Hyunjung’s chin, and Hyunjung complies. I love you, I love you, I love you, Sojung’s soul sings when their eyes meet again, barely containing the urge to say those three words out loud. Instead, she places a brief kiss on Hyunjung’s forehead, then says, “I got you. I promise.”
She’ll die protecting Hyunjung, if she has to. Isn’t that what love is about? Sacrifice, devotion, sticking together even if it means they might be burnt at the stakes because of it. Something to believe in when everything else is falling apart. A religion.
It’s always been what it is about for Sojung, anyway, so she’ll hold on to it.
She’ll hold on to Hyunjung.
pairing: exy/seola
word count: 531w
inspired by: which witch
They shouldn’t be doing this.
It’s past curfew, they’re in an abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods, miles away from their home—that they have no idea if it’s still up and hasn’t been burnt to the ground by the civilians, that is—and if a guard gets even a sniff of them they’re dead meat.
But it’s hard to care when Hyunjung’s hands are on her waist, pulling her closer, devouring her mouth as if it’s the last time. It might as well be, with how relentlessly they’re being chased down. Last they heard, the king offered ten billion won to whoever managed to capture them first, dead or alive.
The king—who, unfortunately, also happened to be Hyunjung’s father—couldn’t bring himself to accept the fact that his only daughter turned out to be a witch, much less that the only legitimate heir to the throne refused to get married to one of his hand-picked suitors and was having an affair with another witch instead.
So Hyunjung ran away from the castle, choosing to live with Sojung in her tiny, vine-covered house instead. When that didn’t work either, they ran away together.
“It’s too dark in here,” Hyunjung whispers between kisses, tugs at Sojung’s shirt. “Want to see you. Need to see you.”
With a flick of Sojung’s wrist, the candles on the table are lit up, casting an ethereal glow on Hyunjung’s skin. Sojung is tired, hungry, and can’t remember the last time she’s had the privilege of sleeping for more than two hours, but the sight of Hyunjung’s messy, dark hair spread on the couch, eyes dark and hungry and desperate, is somehow enough to heal something that has been broken inside her since they were forced to leave the life they knew behind.
They switch positions, Hyunjung on top of Sojung, fingers tracing every inch of Sojung’s face in pure adoration before she leans down to kiss her again, harder this time. That’s when Sojung feels something wet drop on her cheeks, then on her collarbones, and before she can try and process what’s happening Hyunjung hides her face in the crook of her neck and sobs loudly, desperately, shattering Sojung’s heart.
“Hey, hey,” It’s okay, Sojung almost says, but bites her tongue, swallows the words down. It’s not okay, hasn’t been for a while. She’ll still hold Hyunjung through it, will wipe away every single tear with all the love and care in the world. “Look at me,” Sojung pleads, hand resting under Hyunjung’s chin, and Hyunjung complies. I love you, I love you, I love you, Sojung’s soul sings when their eyes meet again, barely containing the urge to say those three words out loud. Instead, she places a brief kiss on Hyunjung’s forehead, then says, “I got you. I promise.”
She’ll die protecting Hyunjung, if she has to. Isn’t that what love is about? Sacrifice, devotion, sticking together even if it means they might be burnt at the stakes because of it. Something to believe in when everything else is falling apart. A religion.
It’s always been what it is about for Sojung, anyway, so she’ll hold on to it.
She’ll hold on to Hyunjung.