YearningGhosts

Finding love in gentle silences. Currently obsessing over Fangs of Fortune.

[its-a--love-story]

Youtube: babii_boyz

[tostealingdreams]

When I say my stomach twisted so bad- ME WANT. Let this scene return to its rightful place in the drama wtf

Ughhhhhh

(Could someone tag me if they come across other such deleted bits? I'd be grateful 🥹)

[cannibalings]

big fan of a character seeking comfort in the arms of the thing that’s going to kill them. and i am psycologicalily normal too.

[tostealingdreams]

If that isn't a concise description of how emotionally co-dependent ZYC and ZYZ turn out to be by the end.

And now I'm imagining ZYZ going for a hug before the inevitable, tightly embracing ZYC and feeling him shake from grief and tightening his hold in response. ZYC refusing to let go because he knows what'll happen as soon as the hug's over. ZYZ feeling a wail of his own clawing it's way up his throat, feeling his flesh almost merge with the other's by the sheer force he was being held by.

All the while, time ticks on.

[tostealingdreams]

Lasting Dreams

(Inspired from the special episode and then some)

The speckled moon illuminates one last dream,

Burning the world bright dark,

The colour of heart surrounds the path,

The little horse carries its master through.

That person raises a spilling cup,

One ode to shattered hopes he sings,

One ode to dreams stolen from their cradles,

One ode to quietly fluttering wings.

Soaring, his voice comes and goes,

His teeth a glint of white,

Dust follows his empty footsteps,

Swirling out of spite.

Look up, it hasn’t rained a day too long,

The traitorous drops feel nothing for the gaze

That lonely traveller had left them, one day,

In some final, visceral embrace. 

Down a cup of wine for those long gone,

A jar for some whim,

A scent for those lingering bonds,

A trickle for the bitter him.

That white phantom charges through the mortal world,

His steed a painful shining black,

Searching for tomorrow, for something so dear

Even the worst of them can’t lack.

His body is no longer his,

Flesh made of swirling waters and crying seas,

Yet he is merely human; his heart,

Made of one lasting dream

The poets sing of.

[tostealingdreams]

So um, just finished watching Fangs of Fortune and ughhhhhhhh

AGHHHHHHHH THEM *lies down holding chest*

I've never had such a strong urge to cry for a story before this. How can something be so PERFECT T-T

Currently resisting a strong urge to rewatch. I'm not strong enough to go through that again. Also not strong enough to resist so let's see.