#fyrgebraec

[taleofkngs]

  one liner for @fyrgebraec​

     “ I’m not jealous. “ He crosses his arms. “Clearly not. That man is a disgrace.”

[solarflcres]

a closed starter for @fyrgebraec​  (  ft . miles oh  , inspired by the fact that i have successfully creeped myself out by reading about serial killers late at night  )

“  okay  but  like  ,  who  thought  it  was  a  good  idea  to  leave  me  to  my  own  devices  ?  “  miles  asked  ,  letting  himself  into  the  other’s  room  and  immediately  invading  the  other’s  space  ,  grabbing  both  of  jinwoo’s  arms  and  resting  them  over  his  shoulders  .  “  i  decided  to  start  reading  up  on  lee  choon-jae  ,  who  is  basically  a  south  korean  zodiac  killer  except  he  actually  got  caught  .  “  he  said  .  “  well  ,  actually  he  turned  himself  in  back  in  2019  when  they  booked  another  guy  for  the  murders  .  seriously  babe  ,  this  guy  just  came  in  and  was  pretty  much  like  ‘  hey  ,  you  got  the  wrong  guy  i  did  that  .  oh  ,  i  also  killed  four  other  people  .  kind  of  thought  yous  would’ve  caught  me  a  long  time  ago .  ‘  and  this  stuff  doesn’t  normally  wig  me  out  because  i  like  to  keep  to  my  american  serial  killers  because  there’s  a  ton  of  them  and  they’re  not  in  my  country  ,  but  i’d  figured  i’d  hit  a  little  closer  to  home  and  now  i  just  have  regrets  .  “  he  laughed  ,  wrapping  his  own  arms  around  the  other’s  waist  .  “  let  me  sleep  in  here  tonight  .  keep  me  safe  from  the  crazies  .  “  

[solarflcres]

private starter for @fyrgebraec​  .

the  fact  that  somehow  the  world  made  it  possible  for  taeyang  to  not  only  be  able  to  spend  the  evening  with  his  fiancé   (  it  was  still  so  weird  to  be  calling  reese  his  fiancé  .  but  a  good  kind  of  weird ,  )  but  spend  the  entire  day  working  on  making  a  nice  dinner  and  bake  a  cake  for  him  ,  is  nothing  short  but  a  miracle  .   a  dream  come  true  .  truly  ,  he’s  about  five  seconds  from  pinching  himself  to  make  sure  that  he  wasn’t  asleep  .  instead  he’s  playing  with  the  other’s  fingers  while  curled  up  with  reese  on  his  bed  ,  twisting  the  ring  around  his  finger  idly  .  “  i  hope  you  had  a  good  birthday  today  .  “  he  said  softly  ,  bringing  reese’s  hand  up  to  kiss  the  pads  of  his  fingertips  .  “  and  i’m  really  happy  that  i  was  able  to  actually  spend  it  with  you  .  the  gods  ,  or  whoever  is  running  this  show  ,  must  really  like  us  .  “  he  smiled  .

[solarflcres]

closed  starter  for  @fyrgebraec​  ||  *  throws  confetti  *  let’s  suffer  together  .  

kangdae  stared  at  the  cake  he  currently  has  carefully  perched  on  the  top  of  his  knees  ,  being  held  steady  with  his  hands  .  “  how  ominous  .  “  he  chuckled  lightly  ,  watching  the  small  plumes  of  smoke  come  up  from  freshly  blown  out  candles  .  “  the  last  time  i  spent  my  birthday  outside  of  a  hospital  was  when  i  was  eighteen  .  “  he  said  as  he  carefully  picked  it  up  and  set  it  on  the  coffee  table  in  front  of  him  .  “  wonder  what  that  could  mean  .  “

[solarflcres]

"You belong to me." from Jaeseung

brows  raise  as  seonghwa  twisted  to  look  at  the  other  ,  the  string  of  the  hoodie  he  was  absently  chewing  on  dropping  from  his  mind  .  “  yes  ?  “  he  said  ,  confusion  in  his  response  as  he  reached  out  and  pulled  the  other  in  between  his  legs  by  his  waist  .  “  i’m  yours  ,  of  course  .  “  he  said  looking  up  at  him  .  “  did  something  happen  to  make  you  feel  like  i  wasn’t  ?  “  he  asked  concernedly  .

[solarflcres]

"You belong to me." from Jinwoo

" aww ,  baby  .  “  miles  cooed  ,  cupping  the  other  male’s  face  between  his  hands  and  squishing  his  cheeks  together  .  “  of  course  i  do  .  you  and  you  only  .  “  he  smiled  ,  kissing  the  tip  of  jinwoo’s  nose  before  pressing  another  kiss  to  his  lips  .  “  why  are  we  getting  all  possessive  ?  what’s  making  you  feel  threatened  ?  “  he  asked  .  

[runic-bellgoat]

Snapturday and Faeday?

-glances at my lair- I really need more of them

Fyrgebraec|Zillah

Luce

Cappuccina|Guinevere

[taleofkngs]

❤️

From lihua

send a heart for a kiss.              accepting ; @fyrgebraec

     Between the seasons, he found her, in a distant memory. His name, each time a different one on her tongue. She mesmerizes him. She bewitchs him. In her endless charm, she entraps him and will do so forever. And after many centuries, many lifetimes, she has found him again, like a ghost haunting him.

     There is a smell of alcohol in his breath. Like a lifeless mannequin that can’t stand on its own, he is propped against a wall. His fingers dig deep into her arms as if she is the only solid thing in a dizzy, swaying world. Only now he realises that the droning music of the club he has just been in is gone, and that he can’t remember how or when he left, or when she found him. The music is over. And in his clouded, intoxicated mind, a coherent thought forms: for the music to be over so soon, for the music to be over just when it has begun, that is truly sad. What an awful fate.

     Something is moved in him, but he can’t tell what. It is a quiet sensation that all elements of his body are being wrung out, and accumulate in the area where his heart is. In reaction, or perhaps instinctively, his hand clenches to his chest.

     “Tell me”, his voice is a thunder in the quiet night air. “Why is it ---” He stops and looks at her, the ever ethereal being. And he wonders that maybe in a past life she was a princess. “Why is it that whenever I look at you, my heart hurts so much?”

     It makes no sense. It has never made sense. And doesn’t seem like a mere fabrication of his mind that - in its drunken state - already inclines towards the melancholy.

     “I have this dream”, he continues, their dark eyes darting light into each other. “I kiss you in that dream. I ---- I’m not trying to be rude ---- I’m not me in that dream. But we kiss. That’s all.”

     Unable to comprehend the obvious, Rohan breathes in the crisp night air and looks at her for a while. Their rhythmic breathing is all that fills the silence between them. And drawn by the image of his dreams, he leans towards her. At first slowly, and unsure, and then when he finds no objection from her, he kisses her, softly, and with a swift graduation of intensity. 

     He is thankful that she has found him. And whenever fate shall tear them apart, he prays, that she always finds him. Because the music was over before it began.