#yilixir

[pxrksojin]

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[♔] Sojin begrudgingly tightens the sash on her bathrobe and holds the front door of the dorm open, inviting the freezing winter wind inside for a minute as she rushes to grab the pile of envelopes from the metal box by the entrance. Her hand quickly grabs the stacks of paper and the other grabs the metal knob, pulling it until the small, school bell-like tune indicates the safe closing of the door. A shiver racks throughout her body and she can't help the chattering of teeth that takes over her whilst shaky hands search for a clean surface to place the money statements. She decides to set them down on the kitchen table for everyone to see. Ah, what a great way to wake up. Her body warms up and she still has an hour or so until everyone else wakes up, and the leader never rests, so her leader hands grab for the envelopes and flips through them. The phone bill addressed to a Bang Minah is dangerously heavy and she sighs heavily while possible things to say during a big, upcoming lecture for the younger run around in her head. Her inner hypothetical argument comes to a halt when she comes across a tattered, thin envelope with her name on it. The elegant scribbles of Korean bring a smile to her lips and she grabs the paper, tossing the rest back onto the island of glass before she retreats to her room and plops down on the bed. Her honey colored locks sprawl along the entire expanse of her pillow and she all but rips the sealed adhesive of the envelope open, tossing the wrapping to the carpet and opening up the perfectly tri-folded paper. The contents written in ink on a single piece of processed wood bring butterflies to her stomach and though the words would be seen as explanations of mundane activities and monotonous questions, Sojin finds her cheeks burning and the smile on her lips spreading enough to show off her set of pearly whites. A squeal slips its way past her mouth and she quickly turns to hide her face into the pillow, just in case her roommate might wake up - which she doesn't. It only takes a few seconds for her to hop out of bed and grab her favorite Hello Kitty stationary set, already writing out "Sojin" in the seemingly neat handwriting she learned from her friend Jaekyung. If only she had the talent of calligraphy like her, too.

Dear Kris, I'm doing just fine and it's nice to hear back from you! Your Korean is just fine, so don't worry too much. I find it adorable when you mess up a few consonants, but in your defense, Korean is a difficult language, even to me. If I were to write in English, I'd be making a fool of myself, so thank you for suggesting we talk in my native tongue, rather than what I assume is yours. I hope you find yourself wearing a smile on your face as bright as mine when I receive your later, but I hope for that smile to find you everyday. Don't let the Hello Kitty in the corner fool you, Mister Wu. I'm above the legal age of consent and alcohol, so you don't have to worry about the cops banging at your door someday, though it would be pretty entertaining to find a letter in my mailbox from the local jailhouse. I'll be sure to bail you out if such things were to happen. No worries. I'm afraid today's letter is going to have to be cut short. I have three grumpy girls awaiting their breakfast that I've yet to start. Stay happy and just remember that I care for you, despite not having seen your eyes that I bet are sparkling and....awesome. Have a good day and until snail mail finds a moped or bus to deliver our letters, adieu. Sincerely yours, Sojin ♥

She frowns at the short and abrupt stop of her letter, sighing at the whining Yura beside her. "Alright, alright. Just let me get this in an envelope, sweetie. I'll make you your damn food in a bit," she murmurs, irritation itching at her head. As much as she loves the kids, they grow on her every nerve and interrupt her during crucial events in her life, but as long as they're happy... Sojin grabs a plain, baby blue envelope and stuffs the letter inside. A pang of guilt hits her when she realizes that she's exchanging a two-page letter for just one and promises to herself that next time, it'll be different. Her thin fingers grab her lit up pen and quickly draws on the address she's remembered by heart before grabbing her favorite Disney collection of stamps and opting for a Lilo and Stitch one. The sticker peels easily from the parchment paper it's set on and finds purchase on the right corner of the postage, smiling right back at her. Her slightly glossed lips press against the paper and with that, she hurries outside to stuff the letter into the mailbox. Sealed with a kiss, may that letter find its rightful owner as quickly as it can.

[fxrllo]

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Long, well-toned arms tightly wrapped around the flower’s small figure, legs entangled with one another as they inhale each other’s scent. Fiorello pursed his lips into a thin line, slightly lifting his head to catch a glimpse of the male’s visage as a rueful smile spreads from his lips. “You look so calm and yet, I know you aren’t.” The latter did not need to respond and he already knew why.

             2246 springs. 2246 summers. 2246 autumns. 2247 winters.

Slumping against the cushions of the couch, he lets out an exasperated sigh, eyes closed as he parts his lips. “Ah, time flies so fast for me; we’ve been friends for what? Four? Five years?” On the other side of the cushion was Kristopher, who was taking a bite from his freshly baked cookie now laughed, he laughed all because of what Fiorello has said, time will never be fast for him albeit for the other male it can and it was a selfish wish but there are times where he constantly prays for the gods—if there is one—for Fiorello to stay with him, to cuddle him, comfort him, and to keep him warm and calm until he finds the antilixir’s whereabouts but he has long given up, it has been thousands of years and yet it has not been found. Tears, Fiorelle has whispered but the male was too preoccupied by his thoughts and reveries, he scoots over to wipe the male’s hot tears that were blocking his vision. One more year, one more year and I’ll end your sufferings, I promise.

           2247 springs. 2247 summers. 2247 autumns and 2248 winters.

“You’ve been gone for almost half a year and you tell me not to worry? Kyungsoo, where have you been?” His orbs that were black as kohl, stared at the latter’s eyes with his brows furrowed in concern, Fiorelle however, looks exhausted as he doesn’t bother to explain where he has been for the past few months or what he was doing, pulling out a small bottle inside his pocket, he hands it to the latter’s hands whilst mustering up a bright smile, only to become a rueful one—but no one knew how he smiled ruefully so Kristopher could only he hope it wasn’t one; he kept staring at the small bottle filled with black liquid before it hit him, bemused, he stared at him for a long time, lips parting as to speak. “Don’t. Don’t thank me; I happen to saw it when I was practicing my ability to travel through time, places and parallel worlds. Drink it up.” And now it was a sincere smile that he has flashed and the other male knew that. “But you? You would be alone. I don’t want you to be alone.” The male shook his head and once again, smiled. “Do you know who gave me that? It was the last traveler, I will pass over the gift as soon as you drink this—“ Words were cut off as Kristopher wrapped his arms around him tightly for the last time, planting a kiss on his forehead as he whispered thank you.

Two thousand two hundred forty eight springs have passed, two thousand two hundred forty eight summers have passed, two thousand two hundred forty eight autumns have passed and two thousand two hundred forty nine winters have passed and all Fiorelle could do is ask the sky if he was doing alright. Did he found out that he was alone? Or what he told him last winter was a lie? That the last traveler died just before he found his antilixir? Or did he find out that he love him not just platonically but also romantically? He will never know, for he was gone.

[yifxnx-blog]

yilixir said: Ooooh.

{` collapses }

[fxrllo]

yilixir answered: I bet he’s worse. Maybe he’s a serial killer, that’s probably why he hasn’t been around.

He's probably just busy but if he is a serial killer I would gladly befriend him to kill you. [ - he clicked his tongue once before a small snort escaped between his heart shaped lips ] 

[bxek-blog]

「ᴩᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛѕ fᴜʟʟ ᴏf ѕᴛᴀʀѕ」★ || Kris & Baekhyun

I love the snow and all that comes with it.

Upon winter comes the withering of life before us. Spring comes the rebirth of all that has been laid to rest. Summer is the luminous haven in which we bask in. And autumn is the reminder as to what will come once again.

Is it safe to say I’ve always hated summer?

The small fog of breath that left Baekhyun’s lips lingered in the air for a short moment before disappearing altogether in the cold winter’s evening air. It made him think of how feeble life is and how easy it is for one’s to disappear. Oddly enough it gave him a sense of comfort; this is how it is to be human. Although, he would never let it define him, or ever let him live his life in fear.

The boy’s features were always painted with a soft expression, and normally you couldn’t bring a frown upon his face unless the situation called for one. If he wasn’t smiling he was either caught in a reverie of thoughts or probably humming a small tune to keep himself occupied with whatever was at hand. Today was one of those rare unfortunate days which almost everything seemed to be going wrong and not once did he feel he could flip his luck, but he smiled. He continued to smile throughout the day albeit wanting to throw himself out a nearby window, but that just brought him back to his thoughts from earlier.

As he shuffled slowly through the thin sheet of snow laid out across the sidewalks and streets he cupped his drink tighter between his palms, feeling the heat slowly slipping from the untouched drink. Would dying be the same? If he were to decide that he no longer wanted to keep this life, that he felt no need to continue on with his daily repetition of routines, that he wanted everything to slip away to feel the blissful numbness consume him; his body slowly draining of the life and heat that held him. How easy it sounded to him.

But would it be worth it? Maybe it wasn’t right to throw away a lifetime of opportunities over one horrid day. But, boy was he curious. What awaited him on the other side? Would the white, blinding gates of heaven welcome him? Or would the grasp of hell latch onto his lean figure, contorting and twisting him as it greeted him with a sinister smile? All these aching questions and no one to give an answer. How unfortunate.

Baekhyun’s lingering thoughts were suddenly ripped from him when he felt himself collide into another figure. The other stunningly taller than he was, and he felt as if the person was made of stone for the impact sent his coffee flying from his grasp and onto the once white snow; tainting the innocence of the white sleet with the nearly-black liquid. And he stared—watching as it seeped through the ice—before his eyes danced to the silhouette’s shoes. The small action had caused the coffee to spill further than he had thought and he bit down rather hard onto his lower lip, drawing a bit of blood from the plush lower lip before he slowly lifted his head to look at the other.  His voice soft and quiet, nearly fading into the faint whistle of the wind.

“I… I’m sorry.”

[chrxsthm]

Gold. The colour of sunlight, precious metals, and false hopes. Gold. Also the colour flickering in her eyes when they met his. "Excuse me. . ." He extended his arm, waving at the girl. "Mind if I borrow you for a bit? I just have a few questions."

She nodded, wiggling her fingers around as a wave back. “Questions? Shoot.”