![]() She gives her gifts as she pleases, just to see what will happen. She comes when she wants to, leaves the same way. So far he has never called the demon, never has sought her out of his own need and will. “They will need to speak with the Creator anyway.”Īnd that is another problem, Jimin thinks. Jimin slides his finger along the rigged side of the cup in his hold. There is a crease between his eyebrows, a pinch to his lips that tells of deep frustration. Every shaman knows how to- Damn it.” The shaman is angry. ![]() “Blood exchange can’t be forced, not that Namjoon will listen. His hands are deft as they braid a few long stalks of flowers and grass together. “This is not fair.” Taehyung mutters under his breath. The steam caress his face and smooth away worry lines. Jimin takes it and sips the warmth, sighs when everything starts to tingle, his fears and tiredness swept away just for a moment. It smells like the herbs and flowers that hang from the ceilings and are scattered around the corners of the hut. When the doors close behind Jimin’s back Taehyung holds up a steaming cup with something inside. The shaman, as well, is a friend Jimin doesn’t want to lose. It’s a place that has become home now, a place that soothes just by being there. Jimin avoids everyone and runs back to Taehyung’s little hut. There is only Bayani and servitude more cruel than anything Jimin has already lived or is able to imagine. He doesn’t need to look into the future to know that there is no future on the other side of the forest. It’s a stray thought that is born just as quickly as Jimin himself kills it. Only this time he will not be the one to pay it.įor a moment Jimin thinks about going into the forest and just walking away. Jimin knows enough about the demon by now to guess that there will be a price to pay, the same way he paid for his own gift with his freedom and childhood. Namjoon can force him to share blood, but no one and nothing can force the Creator to extend her power further on. His blood or not, it’s not Jimin’s choice to give the demon’s blessing away as if it’s nothing but cheap candy. “It’s not up to me.” Jimin says instead and turns to leave.Īnd the seer knows that to be the truth. It’s too heavy, the burden and plea and hope that is packed into just one exhale of a breath. “Please.” There is so much placed in a single word. Yoongi holds Jimin’s hand tightly before he leaves the cave, his face serious. Just like the seer already told the leader once – a cage is still a cage, no matter how beautiful it has been made to look like. Promises that he doesn’t fully trust, not even with the evidence of promises that Yoongi has kept so far. There are promises being made in exchange of Jimin’s blood. Jimin doesn’t want to talk with Yoongi afterwards.
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