#kewltie

Donghae, the bringer of spring and growth and renewal, the soft, nubile young god that caught a glimpse of the stoic Lord of the Dead and even though he was kept away, being warned against Hyukjae for their abilities are the complete opposite of each other, he couldn’t get Hyukjae out of his head. Donghae, wanting a chance to get out of what he sees as a prison that’s stifling him, is more than astute enough to get himself “kidnapped” (more like he walks right up to Hyukjae and says that he’s going with him and Hyukjae’s all ‘uhhhh I’m a little busy I’m about to get a lot of people’ and Donghae just smiles a little and Hyukjae falters, he’s totally ensnared) into the Underworld and it’s like he can actually breathe here. Hyukjae tries to stop him from eating, saying that he’ll be tired of it within a few days and he’s Life, but Donghae holds the seeds in his hand. And only says:

“Life and Death have been in love for longer than time has existed. Life sends countless gifts to Death, and Death keeps them forever.”

In that second, Hyukjae sees Donghae as Donghae and not as some naive young god that was looking for flirtation and it brought him right back to the instant he’d seen Donghae, barefoot, laughing, flowers threaded through his hair and looking so alive that Hyukjae couldn’t function for a moment and when Donghae’s eyes had met his, he’d known their fate. Donghae had been hustled away, but Hyukjae couldn’t forget, as much as he’d tried to force himself to forget, and he’s on his knees. He’s the greater god, but Donghae has him on his knees and softly gripping Donghae’s clothes as Donghae runs soft, curious fingers through his hair.

“I just wanted to give you an out.”

Donghae would smile and stroke Hyukjae’s face as flowers bloom and then wither and dry in his hair.

“I don’t need one.”

And Hyukjae would watch quietly as Donghae eats each seed.