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Dear Christopher
✖; 「Send me one “Dear—” and I’ll write a letter to this person.」
I’m out of words to use in a letter for you. Everything, you already know it. You know how much I adore you, how I thank whoever’s up there for your existence, your smile, your presence in my life. You’re a blessing to me, Christopher. If it weren’t for you.. if it weren’t you that came into my life, everything would be so different– so wrong, so bad. You’re one of the few people that keep me alive and I know that, if I ever were to be in a horrible situation, you’d be there to pick me up piece by piece, just as I’d pick you up, too.
You’re so, so important.. but you already know it all so I don’t know, is there anything I haven’t told you about yet? Ah.. well, there is, but I’m scared to ask, scared to even bring it up because I don’t want you to get upset at me.. but.. is killing that important to you, Chris? I’ll never understand why you do it, though I accepted that fact and I respected it. It’s your life, I want what’s the best for you but.. does it make you that happy, Chris?
How do you feel after torturing someone, after taking their life away? I wonder if you can sleep at night at times.. don’t you feel guilty at all, Chris? Who are we to decide whether someone deserves death or not, babe, who are we? I know many people did wrong to us but we’re not gods, we’re just humans, like them, and as humans.. as humans, we have no damn right to decide that.
Life will punish people, eventually, it takes patience but I don’t.. I wish I could stop you from staining your hands with blood, I wish I could help you. Take your pain somehow.. I don’t want you to change for me or someone else, I accept you, you know it, it just worries me that you could get into terrible trouble and I don’t want to lose my best friend, not like this, I can’t stand the thought of seeing you in a ceiling, seeing you get old in such a place.. I love you too much for that, it’d break me, Chris.
Please, please, reconsider your actions. Reconsider it all.. is your freedom, your life– is everything you have worth it? You’re worth more than getting accused of someone’s death. Remember that, whatever you do, whether you kill someone or not, I’ll still love you, still be here. You’re stuck with me for life.
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Sehun could always notice when something was off with his best friend, he knew Christopher and whenever his mood dropped though the elder didn’t admit it openly. Not when Sehun was the one making him sad, that is.
He feels guilty then, a frown appearing on his face as he glances down at his feet. Was it something he said? Probably.. well, “I never wanted to kiss you” does sound a little mean now, doesn’t it? Cursing under his breath, he takes a glance up at Christopher, giving him an apologetic look, he didn’t mean his words as something bad, yet he couldn’t help himself: Sehun felt flustered and embarrassed of his own actions, what left his mouth shouldn’t be even taken seriously.
As the other gets closer to him, Sehun is quick to wrap his arms around his frame, a pout on his lips as he rests his chin atop of Christopher’s shoulder. He sighs loudly. ❝▬ I sounded like a huge asshole.. but I didn’t mean it that way. I just.. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to surprise you or.. or say what I said. Yah, don’t say that, I’m already embarrassed enough..❞
When Sehun is so quick to have his arms snake around the elder’s waist, Christopher cannot help but chuckle, his own arms loosely winding around the boy’s neck. He’s caressing his hair then - something Christopher knows would soothe Sehun - and he smiles at what Sehun says. It doesn’t change the fact that the kiss was more so forced than Sehun was actually willing to kiss him, but the change of wording makes it sound less bad.
And even if Christopher would want Sehun to kiss him, no matter the circumstances, Sehun’s happiness and wishes come before everything else. The else rests his chin on Sehun’s shoulder as well, shaking his head a fraction.
— ❝You didn’t sound like an asshole. It’s fine.❞ he continues comforting the younger. Even if he might be a little disappointed, who really cares about that when Sehun feels guilty? ❝I’m gonna say whatever is true. For example, the fact that you look cute when you blush is true, therefore I’m gonna keep telling you that.❞
The Tale of Two
Playing with food–that was what they called it, what Thorn was doing chatting up the strangers he’d ‘caught’ for the night. He always did like to get to know a soul before feeding. It was his own little ritual, help them feel a little more comfortable before slaughtering them like animals. Sometimes when he would look back on how he partakes of his food, he feels a little less like a fairy and a little more like a demon. He was as good as one anyway.
He preferred to think of himself as such: a cold heartless demon, merely because he resented to be something often seen as good, or kind, or sweet, or caring. Thorn was none of those things; he was void of emotion and wanted to keep it that way. Brutality may not have been the answer to prove his strength and apathy, he knew that quite well–especially when it came to boasting of physical power, it was a dull move on his part–but he couldn’t help it. The more he tore a person apart, the more he seemed to crave for the soul tucked underneath all that flesh; it hungered him more.
“So what was it you do? Accounting?” He asked in a sing-song manner. The pudgy middle-aged man he held by the tie nodded frantically. “And how many kids do you have again? Three?” Another nod. “Well, I’m sure your wife will find a much younger and attractive man to wed and care for your children. The loss of you wouldn’t be much of a loss at all. It’ll be like cutting off dead weight. If not, it’ll be good on your kids. They’ll finally learn to toughen up more than their father.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at his own words; they came out bitter, stemmed from his own parent-less past.
The sound of his merry laughter had faded as he tightened the navy blue tie around the man’s neck, restricting the latter’s access to air. “Ready, friend?” He cooed mockingly as he took out a little foldable dagger from his back pocket and sliced right down the man’s torso. More harsh words were about to spill past his lips but he’d noticed the presence of another in the midst of his killing. He lifted his gaze up to shoo off the innocent bypasser but ended up hanging his mouth open instead. Just two feet away from him stood a male who, by some strange reason, looked exactly like him.
“And what are you supposed to be? Some sort of bloody doppelganger set to ruin me?”
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It’s safe to say that Christopher saw himself not as a criminal worthy of punishment, but rather as a savior, a second Jesus here to save the people from all evil. He knew his doings were condemned by the society, yet he assured himself it was for the greater good. People were too selfish to truly care for others and they tried their best to mask their superficiality by putting on a face of disapproval when facing people like Christopher. People were apathetic, Christopher could see right through them, and perhaps he was the only truly caring person on Earth, even if his evenings ended in blood and screams.
He didn’t feel any disgust or hesitance when going on his latest kill. It simply had to be done. The target he picked for the night was surely going to be a new experience. Christopher, during all of his years of taking out trash, had never had an accountant at his mercy. Most of his victims worked either extremely suspicious jobs or had extremely suspicious alibi, although nothing was too suspicious to the male when he could just take a peek inside their thoughts and memories.
An accountant was definitely a new experience. He seemed pretty innocent, and in more ways than not, he really was, but there were these tiny details scattered across his thoughts that Christopher couldn’t really leave unnoticed. The man cheated on his wife with his sister after getting as drunk as a dog. He loved his family; he loved his wife and his children, he regretted what he’d done, so he shot the woman, hoping this way he will get away, hoping that after his wife comes in term with her loss, things would be like before.
But it was never that easy, especially not with Christopher - it was either face your mistakes or die a coward. But it was already too late to choose. Half an hour before he had managed to lose his prey’s tracks, but he did not stop looking for him, and eventually he found him in an alley. Someone beat him to it.
— ❝I’m pretty sure you’re the one that’s fucking everything up...❞ Lips pulling together, Christopher’s face clearly showed annoyance. Christopher was not as surprised as the other was. It was not the first time he’s come across a twin. Of course this time, the twin would probably stay alive for an actual conversation. His own little knife rolled in between the tips of his fingers. ❝...because you stole my kill.❞
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she eyes him, suspicion etched onto her features when she catches the phrase he so recklessly throws at her. there’s a mocking smile on her lips soon afterwards before the brunette shakes her head in a manner that is supposed to be everything but taken seriously. acting this way allows for hyomin to show her true colours, to let go of the beast hiding within her. the flower she once used to be has been stomped on and brutally ripped away from its roots only to replace it with poison that now runs through her veins, keeps her alive and paints the picture of a hissing snake in her mind because that’s what she is.
❝ who said i was gonna help you out, lover boy? ❞ her eyes lazily travel over his foot that’s stuck because of the train tracks. she can’t help but have another twisted smile gracing her features; who knows when the next train is going to show up? he might still be here then. and part of her hopes he will be for she hates disrespect and rudeness thrown at her like it doesn’t matter. so lips part to reveal a laughter so heartless that her very own blood begins to run cold. one last glance is all she bothers to give before she turns her back on the young man, the twisted smile still lingering on her features.
❝ if i come back tomorrow, i wonder if i’ll be able to find what’s left of you. ❞
The female’s acts and her words make him wonder what kind of fucked up world he lives in where a person can never expect help from a stranger. Granted, he doesn’t need it, he’s perfectly capable of getting himself out of sticky situations and perhaps he’s throwing words at the female in a much more hostile tone than he should, but he’s escaping from a murder gone wrong as only his thin black sweater is hiding his blood-stained shirt, which, unlike his wounded hands, could not be blamed on him tripping.
He memorizes what the girl looks like. Her slender figure hidden beneath her clothes, thin, pale skin that could be pierced so simply, the color and length of her hair, her facial features. By the time he's done, Christopher knows every bit of distinct features she possesses and would be able to recognize her from miles away. It's her choice not to help, but this choice comes with consequences.
He watches the female turn around to leave him to fight for his own life and he almost feels disgusted with her. He may be a huge hypocrite, but he doesn’t have any tolerance for those that dare to hurt innocent people. Is he innocent? Of course he is. The blood on his hands is what God would have wanted. Seconds tick by, the male stares at the stranger's back, eyebrows slowly coming together. His knuckles are still bleeding and he still feels blood gushing out from the back of his head, hair sticking uncomfortably to the spot.
— ❝How do you even sleep at night?❞
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Dystopia
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( Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery.A metaphor for hell. )
They say we eventually get what we deserve.
His feet push him forward. He’s nearly clambering down the smooth asphalt that his feet find so uneven. His vision’s blurred; whether from tears staining his cheeks or from the absolute absence of sobriety.
Even the strongest trees eventually fall.
Skin collides with the ground, sending gushes of blood out of his corroding system. He’s been dead a long time ago, but this time, it finally feels like it.
But something brings him back.
— ❝I found you on the street.❞
— ❝You should have left me there.❞
— ❝I’m not a murderer.❞
— ❝But I am.❞
A night of confessions, of crying, of shivering bodies, of naked, tangled bodies in between sheets,
— ❝You are not a murderer.❞
— ❝Oh, but I always will be.❞
A glance at the sleeping female, a flick of a flame.
The apartment is eaten by fire.
And so are they.
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It was weird, waking up in someone else’s bed. It was always his own, no matter what happened the night before. Isaac reached up and ruffled his own hair before he sat up and glanced around in the room. Nope, not a little bit familiar. Maybe he just had a little too much last night – it probably was that, must be it. He could feel his head pounding a little, but the coffee would be enough, he believed. Isaac wasn’t one who was about taking meds or such. So, just coffee would do…and probably a cigarette too, but he wasn’t sure the other would allow him to smoke inside, so therefore, he kept quiet about it. Yes, he was too shy to ask. That wasn’t like Isaac at all, but he was awkward – just a tiny bit. When the other came into the room, he looked up instantly and shook his head, ‘’Ah, no. Just the coffee is fine, I’m not a big fan of taking Aspirin.’’ A small nod followed his words before he reached down the bed to grab into his shirt – he had realized that he still had to put it on. God, then there was the jeans. Who was in the mood to wear jeans? Not Isaac, obviously. So, after the shirt was on, he reached out for his pants and forcefully put them on before he finally got up. ‘’Oh, and I forgot to say– Thanks for making me coffee,’’ His lips curved upwards into a gentle smile as he approached the male, ‘’I think I had a little too much last night. Did I do anything stupid or–’’
It was a rarity that Christopher would help a drunk stranger. While he attempted to be rational on the matter, his heart still felt sore and he still felt disgusted towards people that dared to put the poison anywhere near their lips. Christopher would never walk past a person passed out from alcohol overdose with the feeling of guilt or dejection washing over him. He would never call the ambulance, even if he should have. He would never feel angry at himself when he’d see that same person on his table. Cause of death - alcohol overdose; he wouldn’t even have to perform an autopsy to know.
But this stranger was different. He resembled someone he knew so much that Christopher couldn’t simply let him out of his sights. Perhaps it really was his best friend that was drunk, and his best friend was the only one who could get away with such an act. As he approached the male, he immediately learned that it was not Sehun, but in fact a complete stranger, but it was too late to back out now.
He took him back home, placed him in his own bed, while Christopher himself had the luxury of curling up on the living room couch.
Christopher did not want to be nice to the drunk stranger, especially after waking up sore and grumpy all over, but his mother had taught him to be a good Samaritan.
— ❝It’s no problem.❞ yes, it was a problem, but Christopher was good. ❝You didn’t do anything stupid, don’t worry. I just didn’t have the heart to leave you there, and I didn’t know where you live, so this was the only option.❞ there was a smile on Christopher’s face, a believable one, albeit painfully forced. ❝The coffee’s in the living room. If you want anything to eat, I’ll try cooking something up.❞
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MUSE FAVS.
( scent : watermelon. ( season: spring. ( flower: black orchid. ( book: – ( stone: – ( genre: horror ( song: the postal service - sleeping in. ( article of clothing: – ( sleeping position: curled up, on his stomach.
( -- clings to very tightly and yawns. ) Chrisssss... Buy me some coffee.. I'm sleepy as hell.
{ ` he doesn’t expect it, so when Sehun clings to him, Christopher’s heart jumps slightly. A soft smile, however, soon has his lips curling up and he ruffles the younger’s hair, arm wrapping around the small waist. } When did you go to sleep last night, hm? Will I have to move in with you and make sure you sleep properly? { ` Christopher clicks his tongue in feigned annoyance, but the smile says otherwise. } Alright. I’ll buy you coffee. But you owe me.
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Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:
Christopher. And he would kind of kick Thorn gently, but repeatedly until the latter wakes up.
Who’s the one to make breakfast:
Thorn, just to make sure Christopher eats.
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:
They wouldn’t eat breakfast in bed, but they would have coffee in bed, in which case it would be Christopher that makes it.
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:
Thorn would.
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:
Both of them.
Who chooses the movies:
That’s too much commitment for either of them, so they would just ask their friends to pick the movie out for them.
Who initiates kissing during the movie, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:
Whoever gets bored first.
Who orders lunch:
Christopher most of the time, unless he’s too busy with work.
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:
Both of them do, even if they’re eating the same thing.
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:
Christopher.
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:
Rather than distracting, I would see them both helping each other out with planning kidnappings, assassinations and the like.
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:
Christopher.
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:
Both of them.
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:
Both of them do. And it usually turns into a competition who can get the other horny faster.
Who cooks dinner:
They do it together.
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:
They would argue for an hour until Christopher finally gives in and cleans it up.
Who stays up until 2 reading:
Neither of them. They’d rather do… other things.
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:
They both do. I can imagine them watching the other for a few minutes every time they randomly wake up at night before smiling and going back to sleep.
Who kisses their partner while they sleep:
They don’t so to not disturb the other while they sleep.
Thoris.
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Gives nose/forehead kisses
Christopher. Just because Thorn blushes and it’s cute.
Gets jealous the most
Thorn most likely. Christopher is all about giving freedom to his partner. To an extent.
Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive
Chris because he doesn’t drink.
Takes care of on sick days
Both of them. Although they would assure one another they’re fine, both of them are pretty stubborn so they wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Drags the other person out into the water on beach day
Thorn most probably.
Gives unprompted massages
Chris, but it’d be short lived because he gets lazy very quickly.
Drives/rides shotgun
Depends. They would probably argue with one another because driving is tiring and neither of them wants to do it.
Brings the other lunch at work
Thorn because Chris doesn’t feel like hunting the other male down while he’s killing someone.
Has the better parental relationship
Considering Thorn was given away, in this case it would be Chris.
Tries to start role-playing in bed
Thorn, Thorn, Thorn, Thorn. Chris would as a joke.
Embarrassingly drunk dancer
Chris doesn’t drink, so it’d be Thorn, however Christopher would assure him he dances great.
Still cries watching Titanic
Most likely neither of them. They’d watch it as a comedy or something of those sorts.
Firmly believes in couples costumes
Both of them. Although they do it as a joke, they have a lot of couple items.
Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas
What expensive gift rule?
Makes the other eat breakfast
Thorn, since Christopher still kind of needs food to survive.
Remembers anniversaries
They don’t really believe in the importance of anniversaries, so while both of them would remember them sometimes, they wouldn’t put much emphasis on them.
Brings up having kids
Neither of them.
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Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:
I’m pretty sure Baekhyun wouldn’t sleep much in general, so he would be the first one to wake up after Christopher moves even a little bit in his sleep.
Who’s the one to make breakfast:
Baekhyun. He still thinks Christopher wants to poison him.
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:
They usually don’t eat breakfast in bed because it’s messy, but it would probably be Christopher.
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:
Baekhyun. Christopher doesn’t really bring it up in order not to have the younger glare at him.
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:
Christopher.
Who chooses the movies:
Baekhyun. Christopher doesn’t really care what he’s watching.
Who initiates kissing during the movie, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:
Baekhyun. Christopher is still kind of careful so to not piss him off because he doesn’t feel like being punctured from inside yet.
Who orders lunch:
Baekhyun. See question #2.
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:
Baekhyun.
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:
Baekhyun.
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:
They both do, though Christopher does it to a lesser extent. He doesn’t want to get too annoying.
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:
Baekhyun. Although he would then whine and glare a lot when Christopher reminds him of it.
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:
Christopher. And he would earn a glare and most likely a flick from the smaller.
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:
Christopher. More glaring.
Who cooks dinner:
Baekhyun.
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:
It would depend. They would probably leave the dishes in the sink until the next morning.
Who stays up until 2 reading:
Baekhyun, while Christopher sleeps away calmly.
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:
Baekhyun. He wants to make sure Christopher won’t try to kill him.
Who kisses their partner while they sleep:
Both. Christopher would do it to comfort the other and lull him to a deep sleep.
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Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:
It really depends who went to bed later, but it would most likely still be Chris since he’s used to waking up at around 5 am. He would probably take a shower and dress up before waking Sehun up by ‘accidentally’ throwing his body onto Sehun’s.
Who’s the one to make breakfast:
Most likely Chris because he wants to let Sehun sleep some more in the morning.
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:
Chris, once again. Although I’m pretty sure Sehun would wake up once or twice earlier and bring Christopher breakfast in bed to surprise him.
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:
It would be an extreme rarity if Chris suggested it, and even so it’d be mostly to tease the younger. Although, if he complied, they would totally do it. But most of the time it would be Sehun.
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:
Both. Christopher less often, though, because he knows Sehun’s work is important to him, and he doesn’t want to be bad influence.
Who chooses the movies:
Christopher doesn’t mind watching anything, so he’d let Sehun pick it out.
Who initiates kissing during the movie, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:
Depends on who gets bored first. Chris would most likely touch Sehun instead to tease him.
Who orders lunch:
Sehun. The younger loves food and Christopher doesn’t really care what he’s eating.
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:
Sehun.
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:
Usually, Sehun.
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:
Christopher doesn’t exactly work at home, but Sehun would definitely try to distract him if he knew Chris was planning to kill somebody again. Chris wouldn’t bother Sehun a lot when he’s working, but he’d be sitting next to Sehun (or Sehun would be sitting in his lap) while he worked.
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:
Obviously Sehun.
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:
Both. Sehun does because he thinks Christopher looks cute, and Christopher to tease Sehun.
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:
I feel like they both would. Chris would just because, well, he’s Chris and he loves teasing Sehun. And Sehun would because food fetish.
Who cooks dinner:
Sehun.
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:
Usually Chris, though he would often times pull Sehun next to him and make him dry the dishes.
Who stays up until 2 reading:
Sehun. And Chris would usually nap against him, or if he wants Sehun to pay attention to him when he wakes up randomly, he would crawl under the blanket to bite his inner thighs.
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:
Both. Sehun more often though since Chris sleeps like a dead person.
Who kisses their partner while they sleep:
Both. Chris especially, since then Sehun wouldn’t be whining at him.
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( Send me "ovo" and I will tell you what kind of relationship I could see our muses having.)Honestly, I can’t see them having sort of a student-mentor kind of relationship. Christopher is rather attracted to the weird, so he’d definitely befriend Anthem and try to help him deal with simple human tasks, emotions and whatnot. Christopher would see Anthem as his young self, since Christopher at first wasn’t “normal” either. He learned to be. Christopher would actually be very concerned over Anthem’s well being and would probably resemble something like a mother-hen.