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[hiddenwashington]

@pomiifer​ asked: hii! i unexpectedly got super sick and was unable to be on these past couple of days - would it be possible to put cho on a hiatus until the 29th so that i can fully get back on track with everything?

no worries! we hope you feel better, and you can’t wait to have you back on the 29th!

[hiddenwashington]

@pomiifer​ asked: cho will be here!

make sure to follow our newest angel! cho chang has 36 hours to post ic!

[deadbones]

my dear basil,

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“you can´t feel what I feel. you change too often.” 

“ah, my dear basil, that is exactly why i can feel it. those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love´s tragedies.”

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[blackpecrls]

you aren’t acting like yourself. / wenlai

SOURCE: misc angst startersSTATUS: accepting !TAGGING: @pomiifer

everyone under the new era will have a chance at self-sustainable living; this was the lie the regime had told when seizing power. wei remembers the teachings he’d unearthed in the library, tucked away behind brick and mortar; as if hidden from the eyes of the regime. they were right to hide it, whoever had done so, the regime would not like these teachings. they represented a time before the regime, a glory which was lost to the very history books the red guard insisted on burning. there was no glory unless it belonged to the leader was what citizens were told. passage 562 spoke of integrity: an integrity which was lost to the regime years ago. an integrity wei and the revolution struggled day and night to restore, to overthrow the regime once and for all. last night, one of their own had been arrested. taken from her home in the dead of the night by those who did the bidding of the regime; their family had been fed lies, told that the knowledge jingyi possessed was a danger to herself. she would be taken care of, was what jingyi’s mother had told wei the guards had said. wei knew what that meant.

he knew being ‘taken care of’ meant jingyi would stand in a lineup against an abandoned warehouse, her hands tied behind her back as she faced her death. she would not even be given the courtesy to die on her feet, only those loyal to the regime had that luxury; only they were deemed as people. everyone else dies on their knees, facing away from the firing squad like animals lined up for slaughter. wei does not realize his hands are shaking, does not realize that enlai is talking to him until the hoarse baritone makes its way through his murky headspace. enlai’s voice sounds far away, too far away, as if there’s an ocean of distance between them and wei exhales. eyes shut too tight, clenched fists and the unlocking of his jaw later, he finally opens them and looks at enlai.

his heart stutters in his chest and the fear, the worry, the sense of loss within his veins only lessens. it dulls into the background, unable to stand in the way of the waves which crash upon the shore that is wei’s love. it surrounds him, until wei can hear nothing but the rushing of blood to his ears and the finality with which his heart stumbles upon a rhythm. he reaches for enlai’s hands, marvels at how his own can fit in enlai’s palm, smiles when his gaze finally meets enlai’s but it doesn’t stick. his eyebrows furrow, he frowns. “ there’s been a setback with the revolution, one of our— one of our own was taken last night. ” his voice shakes, vocal cords heavy with the restraint wei forces upon himself.

the revolution had prepared them all for death; the path they take is not an easy one. reform never is. it is however, one thing to be told of it and another to know. for all his talk and knowledge, wei has never experienced the death of someone close to him. his heart bears a burden too heavy for it, a burden only magnified by the duties and obligations he carries on his shoulders. “ they must have already executed her. i— ” his voice shakes again. “ — she was too young enlai, fresh out of university. she had a boyfriend, a family. the regime took her from them, how much more will they take? ”

they tried to take you from me too, wei thinks; he doesn’t say it. he never mentions how he wakes some nights expecting the other side of his bed to be empty; expecting the only trace of enlai to be the echo of his past visits and the notification from the army that he was missing. wei then sees the silhouette of enlai, fast asleep, moonlight bathing his form and his heart settles. he vows each night to never let the regime take what is most precious to him ever again.