#sugaia!!

What had she done?

She kept asking the question but there was never a clear answer no matter how hard she tried.

She was blocking whatever had happened, whatever she had done. She had dragged herself to the base of a tree, curling up against the old bark as she shivered in the night air. The temperature had begun to significantly drop and it didn't help that her clothes were damp with blood.

All she wanted was for every thing to stop.

She knew she was in trouble.

What if they were dead?

She wasn't sure of all the camps by-laws but she was quite positive “do not blindly murder your classmates, bullies or not” was included in them.

“Mom!”

The shock in Suga’s voice was enough to let her know she must have looked as horrible as she felt and then his arms were around her, holding her tightly as she began to sob clinging to his neck. After a few moments she let him pry her away , panic still evident as she began to sign distressed.

‘I don't know what happened. I think I did it? I I don’t remember. It was dark, I heard screaming. Then quiet. There's so much blood. I don't know what happened. I DON'T KNOW’

She stopped, chest heaving as she began sobbing again. Did the academy have a jail? They had the catacombs so probably.

‘what do I do!!’

[Was I listening to this as I typed this? completely.] There will come a poet  Whose weapon is his word  He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord He will slay you with his tongue, o lei o lai o lord 

The festival was still going even into the wee hours of the morning but she was getting tired. It always amazed her just how festive elven celebrations were and though she shouldn’t have expected anything different of elves in another continent, the elves in this realm had definitely surprised her. Dipping and weaving through people her eyes searched to and fro until she found the one who had been willing to attend the festival with her sitting under a tree observing things. 

Taking the long way around the crowd she crept up until she was just behind the tree and behind Suga. Dropping beside him she smiled at him motioning for him to close his eyes. When they were closed she reached behind her back and pulling out a fresh made flower crown she placed it on his head brushing some of the locks of hair away from his face. When he opened his eyes she grinned at him pointing to the crown she was wearing. 

‘Now, we match,’ she signed to him by the fire light, before yawning softly, scooting closer as she laid her head on his shoulder. ‘Thanks for coming with me. It was nice.’  It was the first time in years she had joined elves that weren’t next of kin to celebrate the moon festival and when Vanimelda had fallen ill she had planned to skip knowing that going alone would have been too overwhelming. Suga had insisted upon going with her even taking part in some of the traditional dances and really it had been everything she had wanted. 

‘Let’s go home? You look tired.’ She could have danced all night, but it was definitely Suga who looked tired, not her at all. She wasn’t asleep on his shoulder, she was just resting her eyes until the next song.

It was the winter of her one-hundredth-and-eighty-eighth year that whispers of a large ship to be built that would travel from one continent to the other reached her village. Of course at the time no one had thought much of it, gossip from the fancier cities and poppycock. No ship of that size would ever be able to sail, no ship could hold that many people, no ship could cross that far. The villagers refused to believe it but Kat had been unable to think of anything but the ship. By the spring of the next year rumors had turned to truths and actual information had become known about the ship and just how grand it would truly be. Thanks to bartering with a few townsfolk the witch was able to get a newspaper clipping which held a sketch of the beautiful ship and she framed it setting it on a shelf in her small apartment to dream about. 

“We should go on a trip. To that ship you always read about. They say it’s going to pass through France.”

She had smiled at Suga, sure the boy was joking as she darned a small hole in one of the shirts she had made for him. He couldn’t have possible been serious. And yet, over the next few weeks the discussion had come up more and more, plans on how they would go, when, what they would bring. So many plans  were made until one day Suga appeared with two tickets for the ship’s maiden voyage and a secretive grin on just how he had obtained them. 

Suddenly plans became realities and a date was set for the two to travel from the small village she had spent the last ten years in - the last two spent there with Suga, to France where they would set sale for the new world. 

‘Do you have everything? Your bag? Papers and tickets? The money and maps?’ Worriedly the witch glanced up at Suga asking the same questions she had asked every other hour for the last day or so except this time they were waiting for the carriage that would take them to the train. She had never traveled more than a few days away by horse and now she was leaving one country for another. As exciting as it was, she was also perhaps freaking out a small bit. 

‘I feel like I’m missing something, oh what if we forget something?’

A small gift is left in Katarina’s bag after class, sneaking it in when the woman had been distracted by taking notes.

Inside, there was a colorful carved otter keychain.

There was a short note; A gift from me and Suga from the aquarium. We got it enchanted for you, to help with the language barrier. If it doesn’t work well, let me know, I’ll get it fixed up.

❤ Suga & Namjoon

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Upon spotting the gift her nose had scrunched with suspicion as she paused in the hall glancing around. Vanimelda nudged her leg also curious of what was in the box and she shrugged a shoulder undoing the pretty ribbon.

The first thing she noticed was the adorable otter, catching the light in the hall as she let it twirl on the keychain. The next thing she noticed was that the jumbled talking in the hall slowly became clear. For the first time since entering the academy she could make out what people were saying in the language she had been struggling to learn.

Green eyes began to tear up before the note was read and she realized who it was from. They had truly gone out of their way to make this present special and as she leaned down to pet Vanimelda burying her face in his fur she felt happier than she had in weeks.

It wasn’t often that the witch couldnt sleep, up until coming to the academy she had always slept fairly easily. But a new place, new experiences, new sensations. Sometimes it was just a lot and that manifested in several ways including restless nights.

A glance at the clock showed three a.m, too late to go out for a walk and too early to get out of bed and work. She could hear Vanimelda snoring on the floor, Jeongmin was still at work which meant she was alone.

Alone, awake and restless.

Grabbing her phone she began typing in a number, hesitating for a moment. Maybe it was too late this time… maybe he was asleep, maybe he was busy. But he had told her it was okay and he wouldn’t lie to her if it wasn’t.

The number was dialed, she curled up with the phone counting each ring until-

“Huh, yeah, Mom?” Oh no he had been asleep, -she could hear it in his voice. A frown began to form on her face, she should have waited to call

“Mom…is everything okay? You okay? Tap once for no, twice for yes.” She tapped the reciever twice and could hear him sigh in relief.

“Still having trouble sleeping?” Two more taps as she nodded, echoing his sigh. She hated it, it had been going off and on for months now and was further proof she still hadnt fully settled into the academy life like she pretended she had.

“Mom?” Another soft sigh as he must have been changing positions. “Do you want me to sing you the song?” Two taps were given, another two as she laid back, two more just to be sure he understood how much she wanted him to sing it. He laughed, soft tired laughter obviously amused and she smiled at one of her favorite sounds in the world.

“Fine, lay down. Eyes closed, no moving.” As she did so Suga began to sing softly, tongue carefully rolling over the Elven syllables of a song taught to him ages ago. Ú i vethed… (This is not the end…) Nâ i onnad. (It is the beginning.)

As he sang she could feel herself relaxing, limbs growing heavy and the antsyness she had felt dissipating. It never failed to comfort her.

By the end of the song she had passed into sleep, unmoving as he wished her goodnight and ended the call. Some things at the academy were new and terrifying, but some things - the best things, would never change.

Feat @suga-ia 

Inspired by 

Sleepless - Epik High

“mOOOM stop posting photo’s of me so embarrassing.”

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“mom, I am your only child.” He pointed out with a small grin, he was glad the woman seemed to be so happy with everything though he had spend some time on finding the right gifts, he eyed Vanimelda. “She is happy crying, not sad crying.” He told the familiar before he helped her with the necklace and then put on the other one around his own neck.

“You’re the best mom.” he said and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Love you, want to have like lunch together or something?”

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Vanimelda, always a worrier. She shook her head at her familiar patting Suga’s hand as she spoke to the pup. ‘He’s right you know, Suga would never make me sad cry.’ She smiled at Vanimelda snapping twice until the dog bounded over pressing against her side as she ruffled his ears. 

Suga knocks on the door before entering and grins as he sees Kat. “Hey so, humans have this holiday today- it is mothers’ day so… uh… Happy Mothers’ day.” he seems a little embarrassed before handing the other a mug, chocolate, special witch soap and a custom engraved necklace.

“One of the necklaces is for you the other for me. You get the big one with my name on it and I have the key with your name on it..”

She glanced up when a knock sounded on the door not expecting any visitors so early in the morning, but by the way Vanimelda bounded from her legs and sat expectantly by the door she could tell it was someone they both knew and loved. When Suga entered she stood up running over to pull him into a tight hug before letting him go as he began to speak of a human holiday. Green eyes brightened as he handed her several gifts, the last causing her eyes to haze over with tears as she put the two necklaces together smiling at how perfectly they fit just like the two of them. 

‘It’s perfect, and the mug, you are my favorite child,’ she signed to him scrubbing her fist across her eyes as she sniffled softly causing a confused Vanimelda to whine at Suga as if wondering why he had made her cry.