#para:crossroads

[waywardblainers-blog]

Crossroads || Anderbros

Blaine had always thought that there would be kind of white light waiting for him the day he died. That cliche of a tunnel, pearly white gates -- maybe a reaper holding his hand, guiding him to the other side peacefully. There had been enough lore and stories from people having near death experiences saying the same things that there had to be some truth to it, right?

Although, in hindsight that probably only was his annoying (as Dare so affectionately called it) optimism speaking -- because as Blaine laid there with a knife wound to the chest, breathing painful and becoming more difficult by the second -- he saw no light. Only darkness creeping in with the sound of his twin's voice pleading with him to keep his eyes open and to stay with him.

Darius' voice so full of anguish and pain that Blaine was glad he couldn't focus his vision to see tears streaking down his brother's face. Darius didn't cry. He was too strong and too tough for that -- it was too much of a chick flick thing for him but Blaine could swear he felt the warm droplets rolling down his cheek as he cough harshly. "D-Dare...I'm... sor--" The darkness shrouded Blaine before he could say what he wanted to.

He was sorry for not listening to his older brother. For being that freak with the powers that killed their mother and lead to their father's obsession that eventually got him killed as well. He was sorry for being the weaker twin and for screwing up by getting himself killed because he was distracted. He hadn't been enough to finish Azazel and his minions or thwart his plan alone.

Blaine doesn't know how long the darkness lasted but it felt like a life time before he's bolting upright in the bed, gasping for air like he had been under water for too long. Instinctively he's patting himself all over to make sure his bits and pieces were still intact the distance memory of the describable pain in his chest distracting Blaine from the sounds of his own screaming and his brother right there. It took several minutes before his brain caught up with the rest of him, realizing that Dare was talking, attempting to calm him down. His voice pulling Blaine back and anchoring him. "Wha....What happened...?"

[sohee-wh-blog]

crossroads ⇒ sohee & myungsoo

Sohee was already rummaging through her pocket for a cigarette before the bakery's doors swung shut behind her and the night air met her. Work today had been very busy as what seemed like half of Seoul had visited Sweet Surrender. Stress always triggered Sohee's nicotine cravings, but she didn't dare to smoke indoors--it was just a habit of hers.

Unlit cigarette clamped between her lips, she slid into the interior of her Mustang, leaning back into the seat with an exhausted sigh. Was it really the end of work for today? Was it? She was even questioning herself. But she started up the car and left the parking lot, the city lights gleaming on either side of the road. Soon Winchester Heights neared, gleaming and somewhat ominous (though Sohee couldn't tell exactly why) amidst the starry black of night. Sohee quickly parked the car, only then realizing that this damn cancer stick had been dangling from her lips for whole ride here. Exiting the Mustang, she found a lighter in her purse, which she quickly put to good use as she surveyed the darkened parking lot without much interest at all. Puffing out swirls of gray smoke, she edged past her car and approached the entrance of Winchester Heights, meekly waiting for her cigarette to shorten as she took long drags from it, before letting it fall to the ground. She ground the stub into the dirt with her boot before entering the apartments.

Sohee trudged over to the elevator, blinking sleep from her eyes as she pushed the gleaming green button next to an elevator. She was aware of another man waiting for an elevator beside her, and she quickly cast a glance in his direction--he seemed vaguely familiar for some reason. Wait a second..."Myungsoo?" Sohee gasped incredulously, facing the guy, and gaping kind of rudely--not that he would care about her manners. It was really him, she realized after closer inspection. Her childhood friend, the one she had grown up alongside. So Sohee could do nothing but stare, transfixed.