@odiovus sent : “Why are you so calm about this? You’re really hurt.” ( idk if this is okay but- for minjun <3 )
HANDS ARE DRENCHED , drowned , stained with the purest unholiness of sin and the devil has his back turned towards where the lovely serenade of worried angelic hum that he will locate –– nothing to see , there was nothing to see . . . albeit will he face countenance of delicate sweetness , how could he not ! what was a lives’ worth with no beauty in it ? no appreciation of the ethereal , all that is so temporary and pretty to the eye of a spectator –– all the sweetness on the tip of his tongue , sickly dripping – forever to be cherished ; how would he ever dare to take his eyes off her unearthly countenance ! how would he be able to disregard the utter waltz that swiftly hovered across the room until to reunite with him , echo to the depths of his rib’s core . it aches within bones , hollow as he is –– must have not seen , must have numbed senses entirely until aftermath left the male out of breath and features will light up in pain that tears at physicality . could not locate and likely would he not lower the end of his gaze , no , much too proud did he wear his crown ––– frame will turn to face the shine of all that is heavenly , finally . stench of very own clothes , soaked in very own fluid does he , for the very first time indeed not pay any attention to as movement shifts , lacking its stance , a strut or rhythm . never had he wanted her to see him like this , catch him in such fatal state –– in the rawness of his entire being . faint smile lifts a worn , tired face and such unlikely is the melancholy the expression brings –– how can such simple thing as a smile convey such wide variety of sentiment , how do its differences lie in the smallest hints and traces left to read on one’s countenance ? who was he to tell ?
he’s killed a man –– has killed humanity and droplets continue to adorn steps that shake him , force him to drop on his knees right in front of all he should never have been bound to cross paths with , “ my –– little peony , my wealth , my moonlight –– “ , wet does it drip down into his sleeves , leave a line of sinful imprint not visible just yet and lithe , large palm will rise –– almost at eye level do they meet even in his prior downfall , and he will let it hover ; never would he truly , truly dare to leave such imprint – to ruin . . “ silk - crowned warmth , my love with her eyes full of stars –– “ , hand will sink with an inner tremble and features are shaken to the core as crease between lifting eyebrows shows –– in emotional despair is he caught and yet could he not call it by its name . he’s just a man . made out of flesh and bones . just a man , filled with dreams and his very own vision . diamonds dazzle , spark within eyes – until torn soul will let them graze his face , leave wet traces on very own enigmatic countenance . he’s bleeding badly and edges of vision begin to blur , not to worry . . not to worry , not now ! father death can wait , can he not ? never has he been eager to take his soul ! and he shall not lose his today , “ am i not what they always told you to fear ? how could you worry about me ! how could you move me like this –– how could i make you witness of such ––– i will always be fine for you , hm ? always be fine . . “ upset and shaken is voice alike until , with very last words and tear filled hues , soft and mellow it grows utterly quiet , calmly wash away any worry as her sorrow had touched him so deeply , had caught him so utterly and absolute –– entirely off guard and neither could he have described the holy affect as it has brought the wounded male to his knees ; so awfully close to confessing his sins . so awfully close to finding release , letting go . .
