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come back to me
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Prompt:
Lady Chatterley’s Lover, D.H. Lawrence
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Come Back To Me, RM
[FILL] song for the wandering moon
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Additional Tags: his dark materials au (based loosely off Lyra’s Jordan), behold my wonwoozi underrated besties agenda, ok google: what is cola made of
Permission to remix: Yes
This universe is inspired by His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman, but no knowledge of the series is needed (and no spoilers either)! The main thing to know is that humans have daemons, which are a manifestation of the soul in the shape of an animal. More info in the ao3 notes.Jun reappears without warning one night in late-spring. Not even the sky senses the change. Nightfall keeps the same muggy haze that will drag right through to the end of summer, even indoors.
A whisper of air passes like fine gauze over Jihoon’s cheek and neck as Seonyul lands before him and says, “Someone’s coming.” Jihoon twists to look over his shoulder and there he is. Leaning back against the ornate double doors as they close behind him, looking as much ghost as he does man.
“Why’d you stop playing?” he asks. He looks genuinely put out. No hello. Not even a wave.
Jihoon lifts his foot from the pedal and the note he’d let linger cuts off. He states, “You’re back,” and Jun laughs like Jihoon has said something genuinely witty. The acoustics of the now-silent concert hall pick up the sound and throw it high into the air.
“Uh-huh.” He’s cradling something in one arm. “Airship landed an hour ago. Didn’t want to wake anyone, so.”
He seems taller than when Jihoon last saw him—is it possible to keep growing well into your twenties?—and his hair is down to his neck. He looks pale too. There are places in the north where the sun doesn’t even rise.
Jihoon looks around. “Where’s–”
Seonyul hoots in panic as a large golden cat leaps at her from the shadows below the piano. The cat gets in one or two good swipes before she hurriedly takes flight. She disappears into the shadows above the balcony seating, leaving Jihoon alone at the piano bench with his hair shivering in the remnants of her breeze.
The cat daemon circles around to where Jun stands, looking smug. “Here.”
She must’ve snuck in through another door while Jihoon was still playing. Seonyul would’ve heard her otherwise. Yue loved nothing more than a prank pulled off perfectly. The bigger the challenge the better.
“Satisfied?” Jun asks her. Yue doesn’t answer but settles onto her haunches and begins to lick at her side. Seonyul could easily get back at her like this. Yue is facing away. Her wings can slice through the air without a single sound. She could do it, and she is up there right now thinking about doing it.
Jun walks up the stairs to the stage. There is nothing on it but Jihoon and the grand piano he’s sitting behind. The stained glass windows behind the stage let moonlight enter in a bright blue flood. Jun hands the cloth-wrapped bundle he’s carrying to Jihoon.
“Remember those hard sweets the merchants from the east brought one year?” he asks. “The brown ones that tasted like vanilla and spices.” The package is heavy and hard, and vaguely cylindrical.
“That was ten years ago,” Jihoon says. More, probably. He had rationed the one small bag he had, allowing himself one every several weeks and forcing himself to let the hard sugar dissolve slowly on his tongue, to let it last. “You were east? I thought you went to the north again.”
Jun waves a hand. “I did, but there was– we circled around.” He leans forward to unfold the cloth in Jihoon’s hands, revealing a glass bottle full of liquid so black it looks solid. “They call it cola. It tastes just like those sweets but you drink it instead.”
The bottle seems fragile, and it is certainly heavy. “You brought this back from the eastern highlands?” The terrain was particularly unforgiving; there were many parts of that continent that could only be hiked through on foot.
“It was no trouble,” Jun says, waving his hand again. He’s smiling widely.
“He’s lying,” Yue says, primly licking one paw. “It was quite a bit of trouble.”
“Hey!” Jun yells, wheeling around. “What would you say that for?”
While Jihoon and Seonyul rarely need to exchange words to be on the same page, Jun and Yue disagree fiercely and often. Jun’s daemon betrays his restless spirit and the stubborn flame of his ambition in a way the man himself never does.
She had settled well before the daemons of any of the other boys in their class, just shy of Jun’s thirteenth birthday. Some of the girls had been earlier: Minatozaki Sana’s hummingbird daemon, Park Sooyoung’s water deer. Yue preferred to take the shape of a simple house cat and rarely shifted so her unusually early settling might’ve gone unnoticed if it weren’t for the piercing blue eyes, and that she doubled in size overnight.
Jihoon glances up at the rafters, to where he knows Seonyul perches amongst the shadows. Well? Now is your chance. Are you going to do it or not?
The shadows remain still. He can’t see her but he can imagine her: her deep black eyes that see everything, even when it's dark. Those eyes staring back, asking him the same question.
Jihoon tucks the bottle safely into the crook of one arm, closes the lid of the piano and stands.
“Come on,” he says to Jun, “let’s go up to the roof. She wants to fly.”
Swore I wouldn't hit character limit this time. rip
Continued on ao3