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can you see me, or am I still dreaming?

[pandreos]

[laygion]

[tahyns]

[souhailbog-deactivated20240510]

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[lvndscpe]

Untitled | by Kazuend

[basdos]

Reflection at Weaver Lake

[fresh-mind-fresh-day-deactivate]

Cosmos is a Greek word for the order of the universe. It is, in a way, the opposite of Chaos. It implies the deep interconnectedness of all things. It conveys awe for the intricate and subtle way in which the universe is put together.

- Carl Sagan

[blondejongin]

drowning jongin in my tears

[blondejongin]

fluffball

[thvrn]

        There it was, an expression that said it all. He knew for sure that the male was hiding something, perhaps struggling to conjure up an excuse that seemed reasonably plausible. Thorn knew better than to push, but he didn’t care so much now that he was determined to identify the specie of this Sehun.

        “The air, huh,” he repeated quietly. He neared the other and reached a hand back up to hover slender fingers over the soft locks that fell over the other’s head. He wanted to touch but maintained the slight distance to avoid the little electrocution were it to occur again upon contact. “What might be the reason that the air gives you allergies? Is it the dust of the city? Does your system prefer a different climate?”

        Mimicking the laugh voiced out, he shook his head. “You’re cute. I doubt I would appear in anyone’s dream at all.” Pausing, he considered if he told the truth, it might urge the other to confess to him as well. “Well I’m going to be completely honest with you since you’ve seen my true form anyway. I’m… a fairy. However, I’m not the usual friendly type. My kind is of the darker version. The one that eats souls.”

[laventus-blog]

    “Eats... Souls.” Sehun blinks, and then he dismisses that because his little issue is much weirder. Taking a deep breath of air, he is taken back in his mind’s eye to the first time things got a little out of hand... and it wasn’t pretty. He was seven, and upset at another child for taking one of his toys without asking. A vicious wind whipped up around the trees and howled over the field where they played, nearly deafening the poor child while Sehun sat in peace. The kid ended up being caught by the wind and tossed 100 feet over the rocky terrain, pulverized, and Sehun could only cry.

    He wonders if he should really tell Thorn what he wants, hesitation quite visible. Maybe it’s the hand hovering over his head like it wants to touch his soft hair, which fans out over his forehead and curls just slightly at the ends. Cute? Sehun wouldn’t use that to describe himself. Easy on the eyes, maybe, but Thorn... Thorn is pretty, if that’s even possible.

    “I’m not cute, Thorn.” He starts, tilting his head to the side and giving him a look. “I’ll tell you, I guess, just in return... The air makes me sick, but the air also reacts to my emotions. If I get angry or overwhelmed, it makes tornadoes and hurricanes. Sometimes even brings trees to the ground. In short, I’m a freak that seems to control the wind.”

[blondejongin]

j f c you can feel that thrust through the screen 

[laventus-blog]

To his utmost surprise, Sehun’s heart slows down gradually, returning to a more regular pulse. Perhaps it is the gesture of kindness that rings a few bells in his head– maybe it’s the meadow getting to him again. He doesn’t care, reaching out slowly to accept the vibrant flower gingerly, carefully, brushing Thorn’s fingers by accident.

It feels electric, the surge he experiences, but he only gasps just gently, because he’s not afraid anymore. Curiosity fills the place where fear once coursed, and the alien takes great care to study this creature with a closer proximity.

“Thorn… Your name is intimidating, but you don’t live up to it,” he begins, a hesitant smile warming his face before he laughs softly.

“Thank you… But it’s so beautiful, I can hardly crush it.”

[thvrn]

       The corners of his lips had upturned, hinting just the slightest bit of a smile as he watched the other’s emotions calm. It was a rare thing for him to be able to soothe another’s anxiety–he always was the cause or what aggravated it more. This creature… this Sehun… Thorn was obviously missing something bigger because at the touch of their hands, oh he felt a tremor. It shot through his entire system, and it felt so vaguely familiar, like an old longing had resurfaced.

       Eyes dilated, he stood completely still for a long moment; it was rattling to feel such a thing in the most calming place the fae has ever known. He wasn’t sure if the other had caught his brief confusion but at least now he was sure something was up.

       “I can be quite unpleasant company depending on who I’m with and my mood.” He paused and eyed the male curiously. What was he? What on earth–no, what in the universe–was he? “What did you say was the reason for your being hospitalized again?”

[laventus-blog]

Sehun blanks.

Why? Why was he hospitalized? It was the air. It makes him sick, he can't breathe. When he's upset, the air becomes dangerous. Wind. Tornados. He is a miracle, but the destructive sort. Humans keep a close watch on this strange creature, making sure he is always where he's supposed to be.

"I... The air here makes me ill. It's like I'm allergic. When I go back, back to the hospital, they'll give me a shot and put me to sleep for a while. Nobody else has this problem... But I'm just a human, what can I do?" A hopeless chuckle, flat and emotionless, before he tries his best to put it behind him.

"And what about you? What are you? You are fascinating. Are you a dream? Am I sleeping?"

[laventus-blog]

“Thorn.” He mumbles, confusion etched onto his features, but it’s soon replaced with fear. His heart jumps into his throat as he sees those wings and anxiety grips his chest hard, causing him to nearly double over and try to recapture the air he’s just lost. Boy, he’s a flighty thing.

“Sehun…” He begins, watchful as the strange creature inches forwards to examine him further, and he wills himself to be still, not to run, to make sure he doesn’t anger it. What if it got mad and hurt him? His heart races, and he swallows hard. Thinking of all the possibilities really doesn’t help the situation, so Sehun decides to answer the questions with the hope that this will be over soon, or in the least okay.

“Hospital… I…” He sighs. “I live in a hospital, and I ran away. Here is where I can breathe… I’ll be going back soon, but I really hate the blank walls and sick-clean smell.”

[thvrn]

       It was a curious little thing, the other was; frail, harmless, but not at all human–or so it seemed to the fae. The aura, he felt, hinted a different tone compared to a mundane’s, but as usual he couldn’t tell what sort of blood coursed through those veins. Certainly wasn’t anything he’s encountered before.

       “Sehun,” he repeated the name given as quietly as he could. From the looks of it, not only was the male feeble but overwrought as well. “I’m not going to kill you, you know,” he said in an attempt to reassure the other’s brewing concern for safety. Convinced it wasn’t the most helpful statement, Thorn kept himself a good foot away, reached over to his back in order to pluck a flower from his wings, which he offered to the other.

       “Well, little fugitive, you should take this then. If you’ve got plans of returning to your ‘cell,’ this will hopefully be able to help.” He gestured to the blossom he held between his fingers; its stem a thick wiry green with leaves pointing every which way, the vibrant purple filaments and white petals floating in perfect sync with his movement. “It’s called a passionflower; crush it up and mix it in with chamomile tea. It’ll help with your little fits of anxiety.”

[laventus-blog]

To his utmost surprise, Sehun's heart slows down gradually, returning to a more regular pulse. Perhaps it is the gesture of kindness that rings a few bells in his head-- maybe it's the meadow getting to him again. He doesn't care, reaching out slowly to accept the vibrant flower gingerly, carefully, brushing Thorn's fingers by accident.

It feels electric, the surge he experiences, but he only gasps just gently, because he's not afraid anymore. Curiosity fills the place where fear once coursed, and the alien takes great care to study this creature with a closer proximity.

"Thorn... Your name is intimidating, but you don't live up to it," he begins, a hesitant smile warming his face before he laughs softly.

"Thank you... But it's so beautiful, I can hardly crush it."

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INCOMING MESSAGE 03:05

[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: tonight I suffocate inside this white prison and I can only hope that day brings liberation. The walls are closing in and I’m finding it hard to breathe. Everything is fading into the darkness now, but the darkness is WHITE. Maybe tomorrow I can voice again just how much I hate living in a hospital. The smell burns my nose, makes me sick, and I just want to get out.

[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: help me please help me I need out I need out

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