[backstory] chorus mortem — doyoung

[moonfleur]

i thought it was fitting for my first post to be about chorus mortem i.e. the fic that was (what i consider anyway) my debut into nct ficdom. it is also the fic i think about a lot (living in my mind rent free and all that) and one day i will definitely do a dedicated commentary on it because so many things need to be said about it. 

but for now, have this drabble i did during a speedwrite that ended up being doyoung’s origin story (of sorts).

He starts off in darkness, not darkness like we know but the complete absence of everything — darkness because there is no light, because there is nothing at all. Except there had been something — someone — else then, someone different, someone other than him. Because if he had started in darkness, then they had started in light and they had arrived in light, a warm hand slipping into his own.

And the world exploded. Together, hand in hand, over eons and seconds and light years, they travelled through space leaving whole worlds in their wake. Then they had left, this other, had left him to wander the darkness as it meanders its way between the lives of people, the dead end to their paths of light.

He meets them there, at those crossroads, takes their hand and leads them gently into his darkness, into the river that will take them beyond. He doesn’t know what happens when he does that, where they go or even why he does it, only knows that he is the only one who can.

This he did for millenia, he watched as the world spun, as nations and monarchs rose and fell like the tide, and for everyone who fell he took, he lead, he let them go.

He was never curious about them, it was not his job to be, you see. But, then again, that was before he met him. Someone who had managed to find a way past the dead ends, someone who was different, cursed as a consequence of a greed that wasn’t even his own. He who, in the end, had still chosen to give up his strangely-won immortality for love.

He who, in the end, had given it up for him.