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Etiam si omnes, ego non
@blindryu
The chess pieces move differently from one another, the only noise of the room were that of the wooden pieces. Ryunosuke and Minseo sit across each other for a game. She prefers to glide the pieces across the board, while he picked them up and landed it with some gentle force. It was graceful, but tense.
Crucible 2/?
@blindryu
Shots rang loudly inside the private suite, her aim at the center of the target was counted each pull of the trigger. The gun in her hand reverbs against her skin, wanting more each and every pause.
Random Tuesdays. May 30th, ’26. & @blindryu
[Location: Amalfi Coast, Italy.]
The sea stretches behind them in shades of blue so endless it feels borrowed from a dream, the Amalfi sun spilling gold over stone and skin alike. Somewhere beyond the rows of chairs, waves continue their patient work against the cliffs, wearing the world down into softer shapes and he thinks there is something merciful about that. How love does much the same.
His fingers tighten around the folded paper. The edges have softened from being held too many times, unfolded and folded again beneath sunlight, in airports, at kitchen counters, in moments where the words felt too small and his feelings too large. How strange, he thinks, that a life can narrow itself into a handful of sentences. How strange that an entire future can wait quietly between breaths.
When he lifts his gaze, he finds Ryunosuke waiting for him at the end of it all, and suddenly every sound falls away except the tide. Then with a smile that feels unable to explain, he begins to read.
It’s oddly funny that the greatest thing to ever happen to me walked into a dimly lit theater room on a random Tuesday while I was halfway through rehearsals. All flushed skin and aching muscles lingering somewhere in the curtains, and my first instinct upon seeing you was to point towards the hallway and tell you that the pervert convention was being held in the other building.
You laughed, though, and there was something disastrous about that laugh from the very beginning. Because it settled itself into me with the sort of ease only fate or ruin ever seems capable of, and before I could properly understand what was happening, we had spent the rest of the night orbiting each other as though we had already done this in another lifetime. Talking too closely, dancing until the night dissolved around us, trading pieces of ourselves in ways that carried no weight at first, until suddenly they weren’t.
Somewhere between your hands finding my waist during that first dance, the late-night conversations, the intimacy of being witnessed both in the dark and in the aftermath that followed, the words shared between restless mouths, and all the quiet moments in which you continued choosing to remain beside me even when I was difficult to love, you became something terrifyingly permanent to me. Something woven so deeply into the fabric of my life that I no longer know where I end and you begin.
I think there are certain people the universe creates with the intention of being recognized rather than merely met, and loving you has always felt less like chance and more like remembering something my soul had spent years grieving without understanding why. Because from the moment you looked at me and laughed, some hidden part of me knew that whatever this was going to become would alter the shape of my existence entirely.
And now, standing here after all this time, I can’t promise you a love untouched by hardship, nor one that will always be graceful and easy. Because you and I have already learned that devotion is often messy, stubborn, aching, and unbearably human, but I can promise that in every version of my life that exists after this one, I will continue searching crowded rooms for the sound of your laughter, hoping to find you all over again.
Because ever since you entered my life, days that once would have passed unnoticed now seem to linger a little longer, softened somehow by your presence within them. I want more life because of you now. More mornings spent tangled together in half-awake conversations, more random Tuesdays that turn into memories we’ll laugh about years from now. More time to witness the person you continue becoming beside me, because loving you has made existence itself feel unbearably precious in a way I had never allowed it to before. The most beautiful part of all of this is that I no longer fear the future, because if it means getting to arrive there slowly, hand in hand with you, carrying the history of everything we have survived, then I would gladly spend every lifetime learning how to age beside you. I love you, Ryunosuke.
❛ don't let the madness change us , ❜
with tears brimming in her eyes, she keeps her facial expression stern. there were many exchanges where ryunosuke had balanced the world on his shoulders, adding hyejung's burden to his plate.
how unbelievably grateful she was, even when silence weighed heavier than the words she chose to share. the letters fail to formulate into the real world, stuck in hyejung's throat in the moment. she could only breathe haphazardly. conversations like this were not meant to depart her head.
she has to get it together. she has to show that she's capable of staying true to herself. though it is a bit contradictory with what lives inside her. still. it does not dictate her entire life. most moments were hyejung's, most memories and friendships were hers. she didn't want to share with jj. she had the privilege to be selfish.
"i'll try. you have to try, too." this is where she shows her gentle side. extending her pinky, she glares at him. it's moreso of a threat, she wouldn't take his hypocrisy today. "you said us. so don't make this only about me this time. okay?"
Crucible 1/?
a vessel of a very refractory material used for melting and calcining a substance that requires a high degree of heat. In philosophic terms, a place or situation in which concentrated forces interact to cause or influence change or development. A severe test.
