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his feet are planted into celestial soil and the milky way dotted; a mere constellation curved down his spine. he breathes in the cosmos and whispers redemption into the stardust – the universe pays homage to their lunar lady

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I Know You { Shiyeon & Jongsuk }

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life does not love him as the stars do. the moon announces jongsuk as her champion and the earth learns to revile his mercury blood and the silver that gleams through the hairline fractures in his bones. he does not belong to this planet, and yet with every step he sinks further into the soil of toil and subtle suffering. he bears the burden of gravity as he searches the aisles of his local mart for wholemeal bread—a punishment. a constant reminder that his skin is paperthin veneer and his celestial presence cannot be forgiven nor smothered. white bread is twenty won cheaper than it’s healthier counterpart and jongsuk reaches out across the aisle to grab it. celestial presence doesn’t notice piercing light is hunched over until the weight on his shoulder blades shifts and throws him down onto his back.

recognition is not tangible. it lies just outside the realm of his reality and only dares to tiptoe closer when he dreams in vignettes—the blinkers on his eyes create tunnel vision and cognizance flickers in and out of the blurred edges of his peripheral. recognition is not tangible but realisation hides behind a web flimsy and delicate and piercing light burns the diaphanous strings black and useless. the blinkers are dismantled and jongsuk lifts himself from the floor. he looks for the first time, memory sharpened and focus intensified, upon the face of familiarity.

“i know you.” the words tumble out coated in alkaline and soothes the acid in his mouth. he knows her face—her smile is pleasant symmetry that greets him every morning advertising skincare with practiced sweetness. but piercing light is blinding and under the artificial glare she glows white-hot. a goddess in her right.

“i know you.” the words are whispered, now conscious of earthly presence, curious eyes and furious fingers tapping away at little keyboards. he lends a hand and feels sunlit (uncomfortable) warmth seeping from her skin as he pulls her from her position and straightens her. recognition pounds her name against his head. familiarity screams her celestial presence until a gentle exhale exposes her secret to the world.

“marici.”

[phasered]

tell me, love- what is it like to hold control over what flies and what never leaves the ground?

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I took the stars from my eyes, And then I made a map, And knew that somehow I could find my way back. Then I heard your heart beating, You were in the darkness too, So I stayed in the darkness with you.

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he does not waver.

fatigue is the favourite shawl he wears only second best to the mask of polite conversation; he drapes it across his shoulders and covers himself in threadbare exhaustion. the threads escape from their weave and slip into the loosened sutures in his skin until he bleeds carmine and strands of kaleidoscope fibre. and whilst most humans around him seem to surrender to the weight of the fabric, heavier with every step until their joints crack and hysteria bursts their organs at the seams, he does not yield. chang’e welcomes the burden with open arms—he relaxes in the protection; a distraction from the liquid silver that poisons his veins. after all, what is exhaustion to a goddess who’s rib cage has been filled with desolation for millennia?

jongsuk slips off the shawl as soon as he enters the bar; it hangs, a dead weight forgotten on the bar stool next to his own. ( he wonders if he could bear to leave it behind ). liquor takes up the mantle of his shield; he drinks and drinks and drinks until the alcohol eats away at the melancholy that lines his stomach. there are acid tears that burn his gilded tongue and whiskey works as a remedy. security comes in the form of a frosted glass nursed lazily in lissom fingers. security comes in the form of a petite girl with a voice that brings the earth to it’s knees.

she belts out a note that seems to pierce the smog that cloaks ; a sharp cut through dimmed eyes and clumsy bodies that littered the bar. the sudden attention is palpable and he lets a ghost of a smile haunt his lips. she is a siren. she sits so dainty; a porcelain doll perched on an outcrop of rocks. she lures in desperate sailors , their dim eyes and clumsy bodies drawn to soft allure and a glamour that hides sharp teeth she’s cut on swallowing their bones.

the song ends and her voice tapers silent. the glamour falls and the fog obsures her spotlight once more. dim eyes and clumsy bodies return slowly, back already turned on a girl who sings to the heavens.

the whiskey in his hand grows warm and pretty lips are still so in the shape of a resigned frown. she is a caged bird; the four walls her prison and the stage her bars. she plucks her wings to fit the space and the feathers strewn on the dingy floor burn in the artificial spotlight— she breathes in the grime and the smoke and it lingers a noxious black deep in her lungs. she croons of freedom and jongsuk wonders if the acid in his mouth could corrode the shackles that rip the skin of her ankles scarlet and rusted.

he taps his glass aimlessly and Patience joins his table, reserving a seat for taeyeon to join him. it doesn’t take long for her to leave her cell and Patience graciously lets her take His stool. relaxed silence begins their conversation and jongsuk pushes the drink towards her.

if he were a lesser man, he thinks he might have tried to save her; cut his own wings and sew his broken feathers onto her own, spill his silver blood until he broke open her bars. he might have swam with saltwater burning his lungs and drowned in the waves of misfortune and fleeting dreams with a voice of soft allure surrounding him.

but chang’e is neither lesser nor a man. his wings are moonlight and his feathers are guilt.

“interesting song choice today,” the phantom smile on his lips is now visceral on his mouth—all gleaming teeth and playful insincerity. easy banter falls from his tongue with alcohol smothering the acerbity mute. “laying it a little thick with the whole trapped shtick though aren’t you?” humour colours his voice and lithe fingers steal back his drink— the twinkle in his eyes is starlight. “someone might actually think you don’t actually want sing here.”

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mythology meme:  [8/8] myths, legends, and stories

↳ chang'e flies to the moon

On Mid-Autumn day, the fifteenth day of the eight lunar month in the Chinese calendar, during a full moon, open-air altars are set out for the moon goddess Chang'e. There are several legends explaining how and why she became the moon goddess, and one of them reads as follows:

A long time ago, there were ten suns burning in the skies, and people died of thirst and hunger all the time, for there was no relief. However, a hero named Hou Yi was sent down by the King of Heaven to help. With his red bow and white arrows, Hou Yi shot down nine of the ten suns and the world was saved.

One day, Hou Yi met a lovely young woman named Chang'e. They fell in love and married soon after, but because Hou Yi was immortal and Chang'e was not, Hou Yi grew worried. He went to the Western Queen Mother high in the Kunlun Mountains and as a gift for all his good deeds she gave him a small vial of the elixir of life. The couple decided to drink the elixir together on the fifteenth day of the eight lunar month, when there was a full moon. However, a wicked man named Feng Meng was bent on becoming immortal himself and while the full moon was rising and Hou Yi was out hunting, Feng Meng killed him. Feng Meng went to his home to demand the elixir from Chang'e, but before he could do anything, she drank every last drop of it. Chang'e rushed to her husband’s body and wept, all the while feeling the elixir working its magic in her body. Soon she felt herself being lifted up towards the heavens; she decided to live on the Moon to be close to Earth, and never forgot her love for Hou Yi and humanity.

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