“You seem happier than the last time I saw you.”įor now the night settles, but the morning will be a bright one yet again.Ripley's shuttle decompressed shortly after the Alien drooled on the floor. Yoongi takes Jimin’s hand in his own and squeezes.
“I’m back.” Jimin reaches out, hesitates.
The darkness of the night hides it, anyway. The seer licks his lips and maybe offers a smile in greeting, he doesn’t know for sure himself. A vision that itches behind Jimin’s eyes, a memory of a vision already seen before, of a future that never seemed like a possibility to Jimin of before. “Welcome home, Jimin.” Yoongi says, perhaps even relieved. There is a healthy roundness to his cheeks. Once closer Yoongi seems less the sickly, still thawing out man that Jimin left him as, but more of a patient recovered. He looks towards Yoongi, where the leader stands with a torch raised above his head, face covered by a shadow. The bag on his shoulders is heavy with the new experiences and sights that the seer has with him now. “Go on, I’m gonna put the horse in a stable and then head to bed.” The scout shakes his head and glances Jimin’s way, there is tiredness in his eyes from the long journey. “Ah, Yoongi is out waiting, huh.” Hoseok has his lips pursed.
The lights still call towards Jimin like lure would do for tired travelers, though in this evening they are warm and inviting, instead of the dread of the first memory. Everyone’s asleep, alike to how it was the very first time Jimin was brought here. Between the forest trees Jimin thinks he can spot Mogwai’s stretched out leer, but the seer quickly looks away and focuses instead on the roads that wind between the houses. It’s dark when Jimin and Hoseok step in the village. “I don’t see why not.” Hoseok looks back on the horse that carries most of their things and clicks his tongue. “Do you think I will be able to leave for another one again someday?” Jimin can see the mountain. Hoseok laughs and his hand smells like apples when he reaches out to pinch Jimin’s cheek. Just because the plan worked, doesn’t mean Namjoon didn’t hound him into it with force. There is nothing for Namjoon, however, as Jimin has learned that not everything should be given an instant forgiveness. A tiny something for Jungkook, since the man had shown kindness near the end, had crumbled out his walls and treated Jimin nicely. There are gifts in the seer’s bags for Taehyung and Seokjin, for Yoongi. “I don’t know.” Jimin can still feel the sea on his tongue, the wonder of large cities wrapped in loud market chatter and smells of all kinds as he speaks.
She smiled happily at Taehyung’s charm and called it the strongest bond of friendship that she has ever seen. There are beads woven into the strands, done so by an old shaman woman they met along the way. Jimin combs through the long ponytail that he now wears, so much different than what was ever allowed at the Temple. The man has gathered many new bracelets and earrings during their travels, gifts for his future lover. “What will you do first when we get back, Jiminie?” Hoseok has an apple in his hand, it’s juices drip down his slender wrist. Perhaps not willingly, but the white returned to him in flecks of pretty seashells, in the specks of sun-bleached hair, in pretty swirls of colors that children painted on his arms during a festival of flowers that he and Hoseok stumbled into. The first thing Jimin did while traveling was take back the color white.
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