Descending [celestial being!au]
Centric: Hoseok (w/ '95 line)
Genre: celestial being, supernatural
Word Count: 777 words
Rating: G
Summary: The universe blessed the beings of the sky with the privilege to walk among the mundane, yet only one chose to stay.
A/N: Hoseok, my BTS bias and all around fave is the sun, so this is the perfect fit for him :)
Once upon a time, there was a time when the stars floated in the sky under the overwatching moon, and the sun sat over the earth admiring its people. They were envious of the way people could walk and speak and be free; for the earth was meant for humans, and the sky was meant for them.
Yet they still loved being the guardians of the ground walkers.
The sun cried tears of color, painting the vast sky with hues of pinks and purples. Dimming his omnipresent glow ever so slowly. A parting gift for the humans to admire. As long as they were happy, he was happy.
The moon and stars, siblings in tandem, let their beings bleed out the remainders of the light, letting the earth relish in the slow disappearance of the night dwellers. Sometimes stars would send messages to the humans below, streaking bright white in the darkness. They would protect them.
The universe pitied them, how they wept at the time of leave. In generosity he granted them all one wish. A wish all three shared for millennia.
The sun took on the form of a young man, no older than twenty one, with a gleam behind his eyes that revealed the happiness of all mankind. His were irises rimmed with the silver lining all humans hope to find in their lives. The touch of his skin warmed even the coldest of hearts and promised them the safety and security falsely promised by earth’s inhabitants.
The moon became a younger looking male, younger than twenty. His skin glowed with an ethereal luster, smooth and soft unlike the craters on his true form. His pupils showed the cold, darkness underneath his rule, but the irises kept it at bay, burning contrastingly bright around the center.
The stars congregated into a single form much similar to their sibling. The boy’s figure bore a whimsical aura, leaving streams of excitement in the air as he passed. His hair, tousled by the milky way herself, shone with the remnants of his previous form. The particles scattered throughout the earth as he moved in hopes that the humans used them to make wishes someday.
All three spent their time on earth observing the creatures who mystified them up above. Each of them experienced aspects of humans they loved: friendship, affection, kindness. However they were shocked at the sight of all the wrongs of the world. Hunger, disease, crime, murder. The fantasy they lived crashed down upon them with a suffocating blow, one that shook them to their cores.
One by one they chose to leave their human bodies and return to the sky. Handling the injustice of humanity proved to be too much stress on their forms. The moon cried glistening tears of silver every night, comforted by his brother’s protection. He reappeared in the sky two nights later with a reflective white brighter than before. He promised to visit the others once a lunar cycle.
Soon the stars chose to reappear back in their positions. His mundane body dissipating into the billions of celestial beings above. The moon greeted him with a blush and signaled to the sun they both were alright.
The last of the three chose to endure the pain of humanity longer. He believed morale still inhabited the earth despite the evils lurking in the air. Many months he spent walking among humans, and many months he spent sharing his warm glow to the ground dwellers. Whenever they granted him sneers, he gave them smiles. In times of isolation, he provided comfort. Above he would see the pleas of the moon and stars begging him to return home to them, but every time he would refuse.
Months became years, and the sun soon lost interest in earth’s offerings. It was harder to refuse the offers to come home. He was a nomad. No one wanted him near.
But he brushed past a human one day. And with hopeful spirit, the sun saw a reflection of himself in the human’s eyes, one burning with the same kindness as if the universe created his counterpart for his journey. He ran his fingers through the human’s hair, feeling some star dust flutter away in the breeze of summer. He looked back at those eyes. They were mortal eyes that he could tell, but he knew the universe gifted this human with the blessings of the sky.
The sun smiled brightly and took the other’s hand in his. Graciously thanking the universe for this gift, he addressed the human with words that held the beginning of a new life, the start of an adventure.
“Hi, I’m Hoseok.”
Genre: celestial being, supernatural
Word Count: 777 words
Rating: G
Summary: The universe blessed the beings of the sky with the privilege to walk among the mundane, yet only one chose to stay.
A/N: Hoseok, my BTS bias and all around fave is the sun, so this is the perfect fit for him :)
Once upon a time, there was a time when the stars floated in the sky under the overwatching moon, and the sun sat over the earth admiring its people. They were envious of the way people could walk and speak and be free; for the earth was meant for humans, and the sky was meant for them.
Yet they still loved being the guardians of the ground walkers.
The sun cried tears of color, painting the vast sky with hues of pinks and purples. Dimming his omnipresent glow ever so slowly. A parting gift for the humans to admire. As long as they were happy, he was happy.
The moon and stars, siblings in tandem, let their beings bleed out the remainders of the light, letting the earth relish in the slow disappearance of the night dwellers. Sometimes stars would send messages to the humans below, streaking bright white in the darkness. They would protect them.
The universe pitied them, how they wept at the time of leave. In generosity he granted them all one wish. A wish all three shared for millennia.
The sun took on the form of a young man, no older than twenty one, with a gleam behind his eyes that revealed the happiness of all mankind. His were irises rimmed with the silver lining all humans hope to find in their lives. The touch of his skin warmed even the coldest of hearts and promised them the safety and security falsely promised by earth’s inhabitants.
The moon became a younger looking male, younger than twenty. His skin glowed with an ethereal luster, smooth and soft unlike the craters on his true form. His pupils showed the cold, darkness underneath his rule, but the irises kept it at bay, burning contrastingly bright around the center.
The stars congregated into a single form much similar to their sibling. The boy’s figure bore a whimsical aura, leaving streams of excitement in the air as he passed. His hair, tousled by the milky way herself, shone with the remnants of his previous form. The particles scattered throughout the earth as he moved in hopes that the humans used them to make wishes someday.
All three spent their time on earth observing the creatures who mystified them up above. Each of them experienced aspects of humans they loved: friendship, affection, kindness. However they were shocked at the sight of all the wrongs of the world. Hunger, disease, crime, murder. The fantasy they lived crashed down upon them with a suffocating blow, one that shook them to their cores.
One by one they chose to leave their human bodies and return to the sky. Handling the injustice of humanity proved to be too much stress on their forms. The moon cried glistening tears of silver every night, comforted by his brother’s protection. He reappeared in the sky two nights later with a reflective white brighter than before. He promised to visit the others once a lunar cycle.
Soon the stars chose to reappear back in their positions. His mundane body dissipating into the billions of celestial beings above. The moon greeted him with a blush and signaled to the sun they both were alright.
The last of the three chose to endure the pain of humanity longer. He believed morale still inhabited the earth despite the evils lurking in the air. Many months he spent walking among humans, and many months he spent sharing his warm glow to the ground dwellers. Whenever they granted him sneers, he gave them smiles. In times of isolation, he provided comfort. Above he would see the pleas of the moon and stars begging him to return home to them, but every time he would refuse.
Months became years, and the sun soon lost interest in earth’s offerings. It was harder to refuse the offers to come home. He was a nomad. No one wanted him near.
But he brushed past a human one day. And with hopeful spirit, the sun saw a reflection of himself in the human’s eyes, one burning with the same kindness as if the universe created his counterpart for his journey. He ran his fingers through the human’s hair, feeling some star dust flutter away in the breeze of summer. He looked back at those eyes. They were mortal eyes that he could tell, but he knew the universe gifted this human with the blessings of the sky.
The sun smiled brightly and took the other’s hand in his. Graciously thanking the universe for this gift, he addressed the human with words that held the beginning of a new life, the start of an adventure.
“Hi, I’m Hoseok.”