#r;drabble

[astrxyno]

fight me.

♚ drabble list                         ↳  Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

“I don’t belong there. That’s your family.”“My family is yours. Stop this.”

Their voices broke the peacefulness of the night after running a good distance away from Ryo’s house where his family members were left puzzled after the two left without any explanations. Minwoo was the first to excuse himself, and only Ryo knew the older was going to repeat what happened over a decade ago. 

Ryo’s older brother was blatantly accusing Minwoo, whichonly enraged Ryo’s mother, and the supposedly happy dinner gathering, turnedinto a family dispute over a stranger. Minwoo bowed to the parents andapologized for what wasn’t his mistake, but he was not part of this family, andso he couldn’t blame the eldest son who has always detested having Minwooaround. It did not matter how old Minwoo was now, the attitude of Ryo’ssiblings and the tension caused by his presence always got to him. He pressedhis lips into an apologetic smile and excused himself to have some fresh air.

Yes. It was an excuse to leave.

Ryo was the only one to sense it, and he got up immediatelyto rush after Minwoo and stop him from rolling the same clip again.

“Look at me! Talk to me!” Ryo’s voice was loud, it wasalmost a shout that matched the frustration his expression conveyed.

[astrxyno]

Kill Me

♚ drabble list  @eulvs, @krisanthemvm                         ↳  Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

“It’s like a whirlpool.” The man who crouched down with his back against the tree mumbled while his friend hiding between the thick branches listened silently. “The more you fight it, the faster you drown, but not fighting it doesn’t change your fate.”

Minwoo stared at the whirl he traced with the broken wooden stick he found on the ground, this situation was something he expected to happen, but not in this way. “Are you sure about staying by his side?” 

Silence.

“Mhm.” A long faint sigh slipped past Minwoo’s lips when he heard Luhan’s answer. He knew this was the answer he was going to get, but he still asked. Along the way, he learnt more than he wanted to find out about the emperor’s lover, whom he considered a dear friend despite their differences. The main difference was how they perceived the emperor, Minwoo was not nearly as fond of him as his friend. 

“I see.” Minwoo stood up and carried his flute which was leaning against the trunk of the tree. “Be careful.”

The two who were seen together often were now unable to do the same after rebellion and divisions erupted in the country and found their way to the imperial court. Minwoo was against the emperor whom he perceived as incompetent and weak, easily manipulated by the ministers, and consultants. Luhan saw the good in the kind-hearted ruler, and that irritated Minwoo beyond belief. 

Love had blinded your heart from seeing the truth. 

Anger has clouded your judgement!

The same words were shouted over and over again, the two fought, and Minwoo almost suffocated the older man to death in an angry attempt to pull him back from what Minwoo considered a curse of useless emotions. 

His feet carried him to the imperial library where only a few were granted access; he got it thanks to his father’s close relationship with the emperor. Behind the locked doors of the library, Minwoo unsheathed his sword that has always been hidden in the flute he was known for carrying around. The library has become his private training room along the way. His escapade. 

Impressive!

His trained reflexes kicked in in time, and his sword had scrapped the neck of the person who spoke. No one was supposed to be there. Minwoo took a step back and lowered his sword. Of course the person he was thinking of would have to pay him an unannounced visit. As much as he detested the man before him, he did not think he had the right to take his life. This was the people’s decision to make. The emperor who blindly trusted the words of the corrupted men around him despite all the clashing reports instead of finding out the truth. 

“Your imperial majesty!”

Minwoo lowered his head in a guarded bow then looked at Anthem who was staring at him and the sword in his hand. “Smart.” Minwoo got wary of the smile he saw on the emperor’s face. Lately, Anthem has not hidden how suspicious he was of Minwoo who has grown too close to the empress, it didn’t take a great intelligence to know Minwoo knew more than what he let on. 

“How many know?”

Minwoo glanced at the emperor then at his sword. “Only master Zhi whom you killed.” The hatred each letter carried was hard to miss and Anthem got it. “So only the two of us.” Minwoo stared at him, he did not need to hide how he felt about the other. “What about Luhan?”

Minwoo’s grip on the sword tightened. He did not like hearing the name uttered by the man. The man who bewitched the only man he saw as sane in this rotten court. Minwoo did not answer, but his sword did. It sealed those lips by merely touching the skin of the ruler’s neck. “This is exactly what I want to ask you.”

The scholar narrowed his eyes at the man standing before him, what kind of riddle was this? “If his life is endangered because of me, and we can’t both be saved, I want to know you would use your sword properly.” The frown was gradually replaced with a shocked look that only lasted briefly. Anthem was serious.

“Why?”

“He means the world to me.” Those words would’ve elicited a disgusted look from the black-haired man if it wasn’t for the sincerity he dedicated in that helpless tone. “Yes, your highness.” Minwoo bowed properly until the man disappeared from his sight. Luhan was going to hate him, but for once, he and Anthem valued the same thing –or person– above all.

The dawn was coming with pain.

Under the curtains of darkness, Minwoo jumped from one rooftop to another, carefully utilizing the blind spot of the guards on the ground until he found a the right place to hide on top of the emperor’s chambers. The two lovers were keeping each other warm in the coldness of the events about to fall. Anthem saw escaping as a cowardly act and Luhan stuck by his side. 

If he heard those faint sounds of sheets, breathing, and whispers before, Minwoo would’ve felt sick, but now those stirred a sad feeling within him that he did not like. 

Cries of war!

Leather bags filled with alcohol were thrown by catapults from outside the walls of the imperial palace, followed with fire arrows, lighting up the night with flames of anger and vengeance. From his place, Minwoo’s eyes were locked on the one person he was tasked with protecting. The emperor had his squad of imperial soldiers to protect him, led by Minwoo’s father. 

They wouldn’t last in front of all the angry people, and soldiers. He knew, but he was to stay put. Today was not a day for him to show off his skills. 

His eyes followed the clash of shining deadly metals and arrows that were contained within the space of the chamber. The curtains were torn, tainted with blood. Bodies were cut open, and the once glorious room was now a battlefield. 

WATCH OUT!

Minwoo jumped out of his hiding to land in front of the emperor and slash a flying arrow in half in time. His sword had to block another sword before he knew it, another body falling to the floor, another head flying to his right. 

“Luhan go!”

Minwoo stabbed the man attacking him as he turned to pull Luhan with him out of the palace the moment he heard the emperor’s shout. “I am not going anywhere.” Of course he would have to act like a suicidal hero when his life was in danger. Did Luhan expect to have an argument among flying arrows? What kind of stupid stories was he reading? Minwoo ducked down, pushing Luhan with him to the floor to avoid the red blade aimed at them, he used the attacker’s weight to force him to fall, slashing right through his abdomen. 

There was no time, more heads were entering the confined burning battlefield. Minwoo turned to pull Luhan, but he was faced with the emperor’s body shielding his lover while fighting. Anthem had no mastered holding a sword, everyone who is close to him knew that. From his place, Minwoo threw his sword at the rebel, stabbing him from the back just when Anthem lost his sword and fell to the floor. The rebel’s body fell on top of him.

A devastated cry!

Minwoo’s eyes widened in shock when he realized what had happened. Anthem was laying in a pool of his own blood under the heavy body Luhan couldn’t push away. Minwoo’s sword was there, holding both bodies together. His sword might’ve pierced through the emperor’s heart, but Luhan’s felt the pain.

[astrxyno]

reunite me.

♚ drabble list                         ↳  Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting together.

We’ve all had to leave some things, people, memories behind despite the pain the departure brought along with it, and our desire to keep those parts of our life unchanged. The traces of some departures fade away with time, adding value to the saying “time heals everything”, but other departures remain painful as ever, fresh as the firstmoment it happened, reminding us of what mattered the most, and what we valuedone day. 

The rough texture of the sand against his bare feet, the feeling of being sucked into the ground every time the waves take a step back in the tango dance they’ve perfected, it all brought back fragments of memories he left behind on this same spot a decade ago. Minwoo placed his sandals down next to where he recalled building strange shapes out of sand. A soft smile spread across his face when he could hear little Ryo’s voice in his head protesting because building sand castles was for girls. 

It was those memories that pulled him back here, yet he couldn’t bring himself to contact the boy he met that summer. The boy was now a well-known actor and entertainer who made a place for himself in a competitive world. Minwoo reached to pick the shell the waves have carried to his feet. 

“Listen. Just listen. It sounds like the sea, I swear.”

Minwoo smiled as the words he once heard from Ryo replayed in his head. A long and deep sigh slipped past his lips. Maybe that was all meant to remain as memories. Returning to people’s lives is not always a sound idea, and not everyone wants you back after you leave them willingly. 

He forced his body to carry its weight and got up to return to the hotel where he was staying, it was late anyway, and he had spent the whole afternoon doing nothing but staring at the sea and replaying the same memories over and over again. 

The beach was not as occupied as it was earlier, there were only a few people around, most of them were faraway except for a school boy who was collecting something from the ground---probably seashells. Minwoo offered a smile when their eyes met, he reminded him of Ry---it is Ryo!

Minwoo’s eyes widened as his body froze in place, a reaction that was soon mirrored once the school boy recognized the man in front of him. They were not close enough to hear each other, but Minwoo read those lips mouthing his name. He pressed his lips together into a line and nodded silently. 

A minute. Two.. maybe more.

Neither moved. As if they were assessing the situation and whether approaching the other was possible or if that meeting was to end there. Minwoo’s head had already played the scene in his head; a tight hug, a few scolding words, and a glare. If only his body would comply, but it chose to offer another nod to Ryo as if to acknowledge his presence then his feet took him away, to continue walking past the person he returned for. 

“Are you serious?!”

An invitation. That was it. Minwoo turned around and smiled for the first time. “I wasn’t sure...” He didn’t need to explain, Ryo glared at him, and it forced his smile to grow and his feet to gather the courage to approach the younger. “You look like a prince turned into a beast.” He joked, and received a punch to his stomach for it, but it only made him smile more. “I’m back.” He mumbled and this time he saw the effect his absence left on Ryo. “お帰りなさい.”

A Phone ring!

“Ryo, did something happen? Do you have news for me?”Both narrowed their eyes at each other suspiciously. “What do you mean?”“Ryo, where are you now?”“At the beach.”Silence!“Alone?”“You knew this would happen, didn’t you?”A relieved cry that drew a smile on both men. “You two better come home.”“I guess you don’t have a choice.” Ryo raised a brow at the older who only smiled. He’s back home.

[astrxyno]

mourn me.

♚ drabble list                         ↳  Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

From day to day, the word impossible is thrown at any activities that seem too difficult, but the word is rarely used for its actual meaning. Today it was.

The scene when he was pulled away from his car after leaving work and forced into another by few words played in front of him as he dragged his feet through the entrance of the grand building. 

Impossible!

An immortal’s death.. what type of mockery was this? Minwoo’s brain was rejecting everything it heard and saw, it defied all the laws of immortality, not that defying death wasn’t strange to begin with. 

There was her body; presented to all to worship her beauty one more time, one that put Aphrodite to shame. It laid peacefully among lilies, jasmines, and lavender. 

A joke! It must be. She told him countless times she can’t die, she lived since the creation of humans, and complained about how boring and lonely it is to live that long---did she find a way and kept it a secret? 

“Noh Minwoo.” The lieutenant’s train of thoughts was interrupted by the deep voice of the most good looking man in the hall; Solara’s father. “Thank you for making it.” The painful handshake and look reflected in his eyes almost forced a cry from Minwoo’s pained heart, but the sound in his head got louder just in time, reminding him that her death is impossible. It must be all an act that she’s willingly partaking in for a reason or another. Minwoo lowered his head slightly out of respect to the older man who did the same to the man who kept his daughter’s company, and painted smiles on her face every time she lost a reason to draw them herself. 

Minwoo glanced at the still body again. He couldn’t leave even if he believed she was alive. His feet moved slowly towards the coffin. He held her cold hand. “Why?” He whispered to the woman he believed could hear him. There were too many sides to her life he wasn’t aware of, he didn’t know who were her enemies, and who could potentially harm her. If this was an act he had to partake in then he was going to play his role well. Minwoo lowered his head to place a kiss to her forehead. “Either take me with you or come back.”

Although he strongly believed she was alive, a part of him considered the possibility of her death, and his words reflected his true thoughts about a life without his immortal friend and lover.

Minwoo straightened his posture and turned his back to the coffin to walk out of the building, and it was only then that his heart started crumbling. One piece at a time with every step he took. She can’t be dead. She couldn’t have left him behind. She was supposed to be the one person to stay...

Tears were soon clouding his vision. 

[astrxyno]

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Peek into my character’s past!          — ღ for a drabble about a romance/their love life

        Worried eyes were fixated on the ceiling of the room as the chandlier moved and the old light bulbs left their positions for the new ones to take their rightful place. It wasn’t an every day sight, and even if he saw it every day, Minwoo was sure he wouldn’t get used to being surrounded by magic all the time. 

  “See. It wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be now, am I mistaken?” 

        It was a rhetoric question, Minwoo knew that well and he did not need to see the look on her face or on her assistant’s face to know they were both mocking him. The lieutenant rolled his eyes at both of them and picked the hammer and a few nails from the tools box to finish putting together the table they bought. “You did not have to buy that, you know.”

        He sighed and looked at her. “I can’t live in a place where everything is made by magic. I’m not a dedicated believer.” He started hammering a nail in the wood surface then stopped briefly to add. “Not to mention that none of your shenanigans is allowed when we have our child.” 

       Her assistant threw his arms in the air and turned to leave the room, mumbling something about how the two knew nothing about boundaries. Minwoo did not pay him attention, but he surely noticed the smile she tried to hide. He leaned in quickly and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her lips. To him, none of her magic could compare to how magical she was to him.

[rghikari]

"Marry me?”

RG Prompts 1

[ Some time in the future, The Palace of Surya ] 

Though the past couple of months have been the happiest in her life, Hikari knows that it is impossible for it to remain as such. She does not complain nor does she question it; in a way, she is already desensitized to the pains of what fate has in store for her. There will be no tears, she promises herself as she looks at the love of her life with goodbye already written in her eyes. 

Each moment with him, she spends it like it is their last. She tries her hardest to memorize the feel of his hand when it is wrapped around hers because she knows that no one else would ever come close. She does the same with all of his embraces; each time he pulls her close, she counts how many seconds it takes before he lets her go because maybe it will prepare her heart for their actual goodbye.  

She wonders if he notices the way she holds onto him tighter and kisses him longer with each passing day. She wonders if he still knows how much she loves him even if she doesn’t say it out loud. She wonders too if all that she is doing will truly be enough preparation for when the moment finally comes– the moment where she has to let him go and accept the truth that she will never be enough for anyone. Not even him. 

Like most things in her life, it begins in the most unexpected of ways. 

It begins with a handwritten note he leaves on her dresser. The words are written clearly but she feels the weight of an impending goodbye slurred between them. 

Princess,Let us meet in the garden outside your bedroom when the moon is at its highest. There is an important matter to discuss. 

Unexpectedly, the note allows her to be more accepting of the coming heartbreak. She thinks then, as she takes the final sip of her wine during dinner before she is set to meet him, that perhaps their break-up would not hurt as bad anymore. Her heart is surprisingly calm though it is weighed heavily by sadness. 

“Jian.” she calls out into the darkness and a part of her wishes that he would not answer though his shadow is already recognizable to her. The sight of him illuminated by the moonlight leaves her breathless– she smiles bitterly at the thought that even before their goodbye, he still has the same effect on her. 

He takes her into his arms and she tries her hardest to mask the sadness and the hurt that washes over her. She reminds herself that she has prepared for this but she realizes too that no amount of preparation would ever be enough– not when she is looking at the most important person in her life for what could be the last time. She cracks a smile but by then, he already understands that something is amiss. 

“What’s wrong? Are you hurting anywhere?” He asks, voice full of concern and love that she denies hearing. My heart hurts is what she wants to answer but instead, she tears her gaze away from him because she knows her resolve is crumbling with each passing second. She shakes her head in response and she asks the heavens why they needed to prolong her agony. Why could they not just get it over with? “Kari, what’s wr—-”

“You don’t have to say anything because I already know….” 

“…..Know what?” 

Surely, the gods must hate her if they are asking her to suffer this much. “That you called me here because we can no longer be together.” A pained gasp is followed by a sob. 

“W-wait…what? Where in the world did you—-” 

“I just know it, Jian!” The dam breaks and the tears are falling. “Everyone I love ends up leaving me…..s-so what makes you any different?”

But he takes her into his arms then when she fully expected him to agree with her. His fingers are as warm as ever as they wipe at her tears and his lips are very much real as he presses a kiss onto her forehead. “You want to know the difference?” He asks when he pulls away to look into her eyes. “The difference is I love you just as much as you love me.” 

And just like that he erases all her fears and makes her realize that the one breaking her heart is really herself. 

He pulls out a velvet box from his robes like he has not surprised her enough and takes her left hand in his.  “The reason why I called you out here is this. Our story may not have begun the normal way but it does not mean that I love you any less because I will always love you.” He flips the box open and she knows that their story is far from over. 

“You told me once in your sleep, though I doubt that you remember, that when you think of the future, you think of me which makes me really happy because you are my future too. And just like what I told you before, you’ll have nothing to fear so as long as I am around. But I wanted to still ask you properly…” 

She looks at him, tears in her eyes again but for all the right reasons this time, and she realizes that she is in love with this man and she will always be in love with him. 

“So, princess, marry me?” He asks, sporting that big happy silly grin that has heart doubling its pace. 

In her happiness, she all but tackles him to the ground as she presses her lips against his and seals the deal. She needs not to say anything because she trusts that he understands that it means yes in this lifetime and the next and all the succeeding ones after that. 

[rghikari]

(college au) “Come over here and make me.”

RG Prompts 1

[ 2015, College AU ] 

Hikari thinks that perhaps this is the single most embarrassing moment of her life. The audience gathered around them are all howling and cat calling and in any other situation this would have been perfectly acceptable had it done been the two of them in the center of all the attention. She stands in the middle of the basketball court blushing from head to toe but she is not sure whether it’s because of everyone’s eyes on her or his eyes on her. 

“Seriously, just stop it already.” Though her words are chastising, she knows that he could tell that she is just short of begging him to stop. He knows that she hates attracting attention but she also knows that he is doing it purpose to get what he wants. “Jian, I’m serious. Quit it.” 

Her fingers curl against her palms because she does not know what else to do; everyone is watching and she knows that even the tiniest of movements would be spotted. She sends him a look of exasperation to tell him that whatever happens, her answer would still be a “no” but he only chooses to answer her by being a tease. 

“Come over here and make me.” 

He dribbles the ball continuously as if to tell her that he was not going to stop unless she gives him what he wants. She sighs loudly then and she could almost hear the crowd above them catching their breath as they wait for her answer. It wouldn’t be so bad, right? she thinks to herself and when her gaze lands on his, that confident extremely handsome smile of his tells her that he knows he’s winning. 

It irks her but she can’t deny that he isn’t right. 

“Alright, fine.” The words leave her lips in a rushed breath; as if she hopes that if she says it fast enough, no one else but him would hear it. But the cheers of glee that erupt from the stands, of course, remind her once again that they are not alone. 

Counting one to three, she closes her eyes to calm herself -- braces herself, really -- for what is about to happen next. “If you land that shot from the half-court mark, I’ll go out on a date with you.” 

When she opens her eyes, he meets her gaze with a smile that has her heart stopping and palpitating at the same time. It thuds loudly against her chest that it is almost painful and enough for her to hear it echoing in her ears. The task is impossible or at least to her it is; he may be their star athlete but he was no NBA player. Therefore, she assumes that asking it of him would put an end to all of this heart fluttering nonsense. 

The crowd behind them is reduced to a hushed wave of whispers as they watch him start dribbling the ball again. He dribbles it twice from where he stands and then he closes their distance to dribble the ball around her in expert showmanship that has her rolling her eyes. He grins at her, then, and she almost smiles back at him but before she is able to, he’s speeding towards the half-court mark and positioning himself to shoot. 

He grips the ball securely in his hold and she’s holding her breath just like everyone else. Her eyes are on him and she does not miss the grin and the wink he sends her way before the orange ball arks beautifully from where he stands until it goes through the goal without effort. 

Everyone is silent as the ball dribbles onto the hard court but their eyes are on him as he approaches and stands shyly before her again as if he hadn’t just done the impossible. “So...would you like to go watch a movie with me? Tonight maybe?” 

She can’t deny that she is amazed but she realizes too that he has often left her feeling amazed at all the things he does for her. This time, her heart is beating wildly and she thinks that he might be hearing it too as if her reddened cheeks and matching smile are not already dead giveaways. 

“O-only if you change into more decent clothes.” Which, of course, means yes in every language imaginable. 

[rghikari]

( au verse ) “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

RG Prompts 1 

[ Present Day Surya, In AU Verse ] 

At first she thinks that maybe the words he speaks are a part of a cruel dream. How can this be reality when she knows for so long now that his heart belongs to someone else and her love, for just as long, had been unrequited? Had she been obvious in her actions around him and thus has lead him to find out about her feelings himself? 

She doesn’t look at him. Her eyes remain focused on the blackness of the night outside her window even when he closes the distance between them to stand behind or, not even when he reaches for her hand to encase it in his own and not even when lets go of her hand to pull her into a back hug. There is no way that this can be real, she tells herself even her heart tells her that it is. 

There are so many reasons that she thinks of in that long moment where she does not answer. She thinks of his father and how she is sure that he would never approve of her; of course, who would want a daughter with a history like her own? The unworthiness that settles in is like a stab wound to the chest but one that she cannot blame on him and so she lets it go. 

She then thinks of them in the past; of how everything seemed perfect then and how much she believed every word that left his lips. She thinks too of how they were destined for forever then though their relationship was not one that blossomed out of love. In the silence and with the way he is holding her, it is so easy to recall how content they both were with just being with each other. 

But, of course, things never went her way that is why when she realized that she might have been in love with him-- loved every single thing about him even the heart of his that was already occupied by someone else -- it was already far too late. 

“Why are you telling me this?” she asks when she finally gathers enough courage. She knows that he would be able to read all that was left unspoken; why now? why only now? and she knows too that he would find her answer soon enough. Their love story had already ended, for it was a tragedy to begin with, so what was the use of reliving it? 

His arms loosen around her and she realizes that she misses the warmth before she is able to comprehend that the footsteps echoing in her bedroom are of him walking way. She turns around and watches him but the pain that tugs at her heart is too much to ignore. With each step he takes, she finds answers as to why, if they both try hard enough, they could find their happy ending too. 

“No, wait!” She calls out, voice filled with all her worries but she’d be damned if she did not give them the second chance they deserve. The distance between them vanishes in five long strides until she is running and throwing herself in his arms. 

“Don’t go, please. I--....I love you too.”