a memory of bravery;
to mikhail, death has become his closest acquaintance, above all and everyone else. it has been long since heâs braved the seas, and even longer since heâs tried to run for anything. yet the loss of life is usually left behind, and not met with his own eyes, and not inhaled by a sense of smell forsaken by the stars to work too dam well. it persists, above everyone else, above the most humane smells; death defines them all, and often it comes too soon, and too quick, and mikhail is once again powerless. too frozen in place, too struck with horror to act.
his tears â unwarranted â are not the only ones shed. it taints the memory of home, of the scent that clings onto her when she arrives fresh from surya to give him a little visit. his feet carry him to home, to the last piece of home that exists, and before he knows it he is standing before the other male, arms kept to himself and within the hooded cloak (as if it can protect him from something like this).Â
mikhailâs lips part to speak, to say something soothing, but heâs never been too good with them.Â
âdaehyun.â
his voice will be muffled by the mask that hides most of his face, and the imperfections upon it that mark him as no longer human (something less than that, but nothing more). all he manages is a single word, meant to call attention, and to ask if, indeed, this is the muddled remnant of a childhood once lost.
@rgdaehyun
daehyun's figure stood in a dark corner; shadows clung to his features under a hood, traced its curves, left him drenched in anonymity. though, even then, stripped of his usual identity, the lightness never came--he still felt heavy, as though walking through curtains of air, each thicker than the last. it was the usual mood of an execution, except this time with dread came small pricks to his heart; cuts and bruises, small tears that bled more than he could help.
that drained at his life, left him hollow, only a shell.Â
seolhyun had been everything, and now she'd be banished from his thoughts; he couldn't look at anything but the ground. his life, it seemed, had halted suddenly. he'd run into a wall, couldn't move past it. there was no point in life without seolhyun; no hope, no light, no future to expect. only the thorny dread that suffocated and pained, left him weak, stole his tears.Â
a voice broke through the cloth of regret, brought his eyes up, widened them. realization came quick, broke through, pulled daehyun forward until his face pressed against his cousin's chest who'd come, seemingly, from the dead. it was then that tears pushed through, streamed past the seams of his eyes.
