[yes, no, maybe;] drabble~ ♥
Pairing: OnTaaaae
Warning: None
Rating: PG
This is for you. ♥
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Jinki motioned for the guards to leave the two of them be, as he so often did. Both Minho and Kibum bowed; the flickering flames of the many lamps, glittering against the steel of their swords. “As you wish, your highness.” And they slipped from the room, ceiling high stone doors closing firmly behind them.
Taemin kept kneeling motionlessly, his head bowed and eyes closed as he concentrated on keeping his breathing even. Silence filled the throne room to the brim as neither man moved nor spoke. The seconds ticked by, soon turning into minutes.
“Taemin,” the pharaoh finally murmured rising from his jeweled throne, and slowly moved towards the younger man. The auburn haired boy raised his gaze to meet Jinki’s. “Yes, your highness?”
“Let us dance, my love.”
The people under Jinki’s rule, knew the reason why Jinki never took on a queen; knew that Taemin was the one that he would perhaps offer his hand too. They even knew and understood the uprising it would bring to neighboring dynasties.
Jinki extended his hand and without hesitation, Taemin’s own slender fingers were intertwining with the brunette’s. The first notes that left the pharaoh’s lips as he started to sing, wrapped around Taemin’s heart and seeped into his bones, filling his very veins with love. The white of their linen tunics in contrast to their tanned skin, seemed to glow bright as they moved across the polished floor.
Taemin always felt so warm, and when he was able to be alone with Jinki- not Lee Jinki the fifteenth Pharaoh of Tasumiya, but the Jinki that lay beneath that- he couldn’t help but part his lips, and sing along with the older man; their voices harmonizing with each other perfectly, slipping into the air-kissing. Touching. Living. And they sang of a love that was forbidden, a that love could survive all… even death.
Their steps were smooth and flowed like the Nile; they danced a dance almost as old as time- a dance that perhaps made even the gods and goddesses themselves envious. Jinki’s arm secured itself around Taemin’s waist as he dipped the boy back, and held him there, the song and dance coming to an end.
Taemin gazed up through his bangs at Jinki, getting lost in those dark brown eyes, and let his hand cup the man’s cheek gently. “Jinki…” Taemin whispered longingly. Said brunette smiled softly, meeting his beloved the rest of the way, as Taemin pulled him in for a deep, loving kiss.
Lips lingered upon lips for a moment, and finally Jinki’s resolve became so impenetrable, not even Ra or Osiris themselves could cause it to crumble. Pulling away fully, but keeping a firm grip on Taemin’s hand, Jinki’s eyes shifted in color to a blood red, as they rested on the golden doors, before returning to their chocolate shade. A few moments later the doors opened, and a blonde haired man entered, and bowed deeply. “You summoned me, my lord?” Kim Jonghyun- Jinki’s most trusted priest as well as friend asked as his kohl lined eyes swept over the two. “Jonghyun, there is…” Jinki paused for a moment to look down into Taemin’s wide eyes, catching the flicker of hope the burned within those orbs as the younger boy smiled back up at him.
Jinki, never taking his gaze away from Taemin, smiled back and continued.
“…a very important ceremony I would like you to perform.”
Warning: None
Rating: PG
This is for you. ♥
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Jinki motioned for the guards to leave the two of them be, as he so often did. Both Minho and Kibum bowed; the flickering flames of the many lamps, glittering against the steel of their swords. “As you wish, your highness.” And they slipped from the room, ceiling high stone doors closing firmly behind them.
Taemin kept kneeling motionlessly, his head bowed and eyes closed as he concentrated on keeping his breathing even. Silence filled the throne room to the brim as neither man moved nor spoke. The seconds ticked by, soon turning into minutes.
“Taemin,” the pharaoh finally murmured rising from his jeweled throne, and slowly moved towards the younger man. The auburn haired boy raised his gaze to meet Jinki’s. “Yes, your highness?”
“Let us dance, my love.”
The people under Jinki’s rule, knew the reason why Jinki never took on a queen; knew that Taemin was the one that he would perhaps offer his hand too. They even knew and understood the uprising it would bring to neighboring dynasties.
Jinki extended his hand and without hesitation, Taemin’s own slender fingers were intertwining with the brunette’s. The first notes that left the pharaoh’s lips as he started to sing, wrapped around Taemin’s heart and seeped into his bones, filling his very veins with love. The white of their linen tunics in contrast to their tanned skin, seemed to glow bright as they moved across the polished floor.
Taemin always felt so warm, and when he was able to be alone with Jinki- not Lee Jinki the fifteenth Pharaoh of Tasumiya, but the Jinki that lay beneath that- he couldn’t help but part his lips, and sing along with the older man; their voices harmonizing with each other perfectly, slipping into the air-kissing. Touching. Living. And they sang of a love that was forbidden, a that love could survive all… even death.
Their steps were smooth and flowed like the Nile; they danced a dance almost as old as time- a dance that perhaps made even the gods and goddesses themselves envious. Jinki’s arm secured itself around Taemin’s waist as he dipped the boy back, and held him there, the song and dance coming to an end.
Taemin gazed up through his bangs at Jinki, getting lost in those dark brown eyes, and let his hand cup the man’s cheek gently. “Jinki…” Taemin whispered longingly. Said brunette smiled softly, meeting his beloved the rest of the way, as Taemin pulled him in for a deep, loving kiss.
Lips lingered upon lips for a moment, and finally Jinki’s resolve became so impenetrable, not even Ra or Osiris themselves could cause it to crumble. Pulling away fully, but keeping a firm grip on Taemin’s hand, Jinki’s eyes shifted in color to a blood red, as they rested on the golden doors, before returning to their chocolate shade. A few moments later the doors opened, and a blonde haired man entered, and bowed deeply. “You summoned me, my lord?” Kim Jonghyun- Jinki’s most trusted priest as well as friend asked as his kohl lined eyes swept over the two. “Jonghyun, there is…” Jinki paused for a moment to look down into Taemin’s wide eyes, catching the flicker of hope the burned within those orbs as the younger boy smiled back up at him.
Jinki, never taking his gaze away from Taemin, smiled back and continued.
“…a very important ceremony I would like you to perform.”