#mwxpollux

[mwxcastor-blog]

{ castor x pollux }

she: walking the earth and letting flowers bloom at her feet, she laughs and cures all ills as her presence calls down all of the sun’s rays to be her spotlight.

he: letting every step send quivers through the earth, all things shy away from his presence, the boy being the monster in the nightmares children weep about to their mothers.

her: all things bright and beautiful, her very presence giving life to all who bask in it, the sharpest spear moulded into a human being, a smile on her face as she claims your last breath

him: protects all that is beautiful, the perfect shield in the form of a man, the threats Death gives lay ignored on the ground he walks on, devouring all that lay in his path as he let the girl sing her songs of love

they: blood of gold passes through their veins, the crowns on their heads a feather compared to the shackles that keep them together, filling in the gaps of their beings with each other, hands clasped tightly as they parade the earth they’re slowly destroying.

[mwxfox-blog]

▹run.

     he probably should've been perched on the branch, but fox wasn't exactly prepared for his plan. fox was a smart man. (not). the original plan was to wait out the forest and see if he could find a deer or some sort of an animal. were bears on this island? surely not..

     but.. again, perched would have supplied ample room for movement and silence while he did move. instead the man had one leg along the branch, the other crossed over the first, ankles touching if not for his shoes in the way. it was sort of comfortable, and minho preferred comfort over readiness. the handgun picked off a dead woman could be used for defense or offense-- considering he hadn’t died yet offense was the way to go. perhaps life for himself meant death for another.

     now fox wasn’t the kind of man to shoot and kill someone just to run away. this island was fucking boring sometimes, moreso than his office back at home. and that was an accomplishment; paperwork won the trophy for describing the word ‘boring’. but as he sat in the tree, the plan twisted and turned to a tired mind. many different versions of the same idea came about, but agreeing with himself on one was a difficult feat.

     finally he had no time to come to a decision. he acted; he sat up silently, shifted his weight, balanced, and shot. one shot to the leg. fox had no chance to determine who it was he shot. leaping down from the tree with a bag swinging over one shoulder and a thump to the ground, fox shot once more at the brush just to assure the girl would run. once she took off, the chase began and the game was on. minho ran close behind.

[mwxminhyuk]

“I don’t want to remember! GET ME OUT!”

Silent Hill 3 Memes.

“Do you…” He hesitates, unsure if he really should. He could, but what if he erases the wrong memory? What if he entirely messes up all her memories (like he did to himself). There’s too many chances a mishap would occur and he wouldn’t want it to happen to her. But the distraught on her face, the pure panic within her voice-- he could, he could do it, he should. “Do you want me to erase it? I can do it, but...” Hesitation, he’s still hesitating. “I might mess up?” 

Miinhyuk looks down and begins to play with the hem of his shirt. Is he really going to do this? He can only hope that nothing goes wrong. “You’ll have to be very specific with the memory you want gone! O-or else I’ll accidentally erase the wrong memory!”