. Mika & Jojo - Tumblr Posts
its been 2 weeks since the disappearance of mika song. today on social media her family have made a plea to the public for any information on their daughter’s whereabouts. she was last seen with her friend known to the public as “JO2.”
in the trail of fire i know we will be free again, in the end we will be one. in the trail of fire ill burn before you bury me, set your sights for the sun.
tw: religious topic, religious trauma, gore?, this ones fucked up ok, also its quite long
she drags the red lipstick carelessly, it somehow falls perfectly. the bright tones drawing attention from the darkened haze that lingered in her lifeless optics that sat dormant on the male 2 feet in front of her. a floorboard creaks beneath them, the sound bouncing off of the decrepit oak walls that cornered the two off from the rest of the world, it alarms him. his fear is made evident with a quite tremble. mika loves it.
“ blessed be. mae jesus yn dy garu di. ” translation: jesus loves you. she watched as the realisation sets in, oh how she revelled in the dismay. “ don’t be frightened. remember, nothing shall disturb your slumber. nothing shall bring you harm, uncle. ” mike raised a hand, bringing it down harshly to collide with his bloodied cheek. there’s a rush. a feeling. it’s strange. it’s powerful. she loves it. mika loves it. any anxiety that might of sat with her from her flight between seoul and wales had left as that glorious sensation sparked through her veins. this was the right thing to do. her blood lips curve into a smile. her hand comes down again. and again. and again. he’s crying. she’s not stopping.
“ my child. ” she repeats this phrase to him. he’s 45. she doesn’t care. she wants them to experience that she felt. the blessings their god had given her, all those years ago. it’s her turn to deliver the message. through the cracked glass she spots a female, staring unconsciously into the fire that burned in the centre of their little village. her eyes seemed longing, pained. lost. uncertain. she’s muttering something silently to herself, mika can’t quite figure it out. her mother tongue was lost along with the suffering and hatred her brain locked deep away. as the brunette stared at this young girl, there was a tight feeling growing in her chest. with each blink her face got more and more fuzzy. was she starting to cry? why? prying away her vision for a moment to collect her thoughts mika fought the urge to look again. it was too strong. tearful eyes wander back and the girl is staring her way now. except, it wasn’t “a young girl” it was her. mika song. exactly how she stood that night. the night before everything changed. a voice snaps her out of her own head, it’s jojo. her anxiety melts away and she almost immediately wipes away her tears. they have a job to do. her feet stumble as she takes a step back from the male in the chair and adjusts her collar. her hand gestures toward the door and she shoo’s him off with a warm smile.
jojo questions her, mika responds simply with, “ he needed to be punished. he was breaking rules. it wouldn’t like that, you know it wouldn’t. ” she repeats a couple more phrases in welsh before brushing past him to the front door. mike watched as the male scrambled back to his hut across town. the stars above them judged silently as their light kept the night sky alive. everything was ever-changing, nothing ever stayed. but the stars, the sky, they’d seen it all. they knew what she’d been through - what her and jojo had been through. their judgement was beautiful, it was wanted, it was desired. it’d always be there, their emotions may change, their thoughts may repress. but stars don’t forget - not until death. mika didn’t fear death, not anymore. her father always taught her that death is the most beautiful part of life, that to fear death, is to love. fear is the most important emotion, it brings awareness. when you’re afraid it forces you to be completely aware of your surroundings, it makes you truly present. when you’re truly present thats nirvana. that’s pure love. death is pure love. nothing shall disturb your slumber, nothing shall do you harm. mika’s soft hands, drowned in a dark red find jojo’s cheek, her thumb reassuringly rests on the surface, gently caressing it - returning for him that same melt of anxiety he’d awarded her with earlier. her gaze dances between the sky and his eyes, he’s never changing. her friend, through everything. his stare, it was sad. cold. it might be hard for another to see that, he hid it well. but mika saw it. the agony these people caused him, it doesn’t leave you. like the stars.
their home, as broken and as fucked up as it was built up to be. was gone. it was gone forever. so why must the memories linger so? why the longing for a home of the past? why does she want to build something so desperately. is it the hiraeth that’s haunted her? is it the desire to prove something to her father who ran this cult before her? is it to give somewhere jojo can feel safe? to give levi somewhere to feel safe? is it to fulfil her own selfish hunger to inflict her her sorrow onto others?
mika’s loving eyes aren’t the same. there’s something bigger behind them, something dark. sinister. it’s a leading emotion, it’s hard to read but she isn’t the same. this place, it’s changing her. the air, the memories, the people, the leadership, god. her new relationship with him. it’s all building on her already fucked up state completely trapping her in a nonsensical way of thinking. but it’s for the greater good. she knows that. jojo knows that. as fucked up as this mentality is, she has people to care for. a purpose. a home. a chance to make things right. to fix things. to fix the mess she caused all those years ago.