Ship/Member: Vernon/Seungkwan Major Tags: Magical Realism, Long Distance Relationship Additional Tags: dreams as a means to be close to you, do you ever just pull inspiration from disparate media from your childhood and fumble them all together into a vague magical world, yeah… yeah! Permission to remix: yes, please!!! and if anyone even wanted to expand this concept to another ship/fandom, i think that’d be so cool
i kinda ran out of ideas by the end, but truly if anyone wanted to come talk to me about this concept i would be so!! excited!!!
I'm walking through the dawn
As if I could blow away the rest of today
When I look up, I feel like I could touch it
I endured this day with sighs as I match my
foolish steps with the flowing stars
-Lee Changsub, "At The End"
--- It’s difficult, them meeting here. They’re on completely different sides of the world– he in New York City and Seungkwan in Seoul, and so their sleep schedules… barely even match up.
And it’s not like Seungkwan can always find his way to the dream world–– He’s not as good at directing his mind here, not the way that Vernon can. So the only thing worse than him spending the whole night alone by this lone castle in an endless expanse of desert (they’d found it together; this part of the ever-shifting dream landscape– that never moves, never changes) was when he’d turn at the sound of his name and see Seungkwan’s dear figure running over the dunes towards him, arms wide open –– before his alarm would blare next to his ear, rudely awakening him to another day.
But they make it work. Phone calls, video calls, all of the typical markers of a long-distance relationship. But their meetings in the dream world are special, tangible. For if Vernon cannot have Seungkwan with him during his waking hours, he’ll sure as hell ruin his sleep schedule to hold him in his dreams. --- Even when he was a child, Vernon’s dreams have always been–– a fantastical, untamed landscape. Not in a terrifying way, but he didn’t have any control, not yet. But one night when he was five, he finally found his mother in the midst of a lush jungle, where she then took his hand and taught of the Sandman, of dream sand.
The Sandman, in her words, was a master artist–– an architect, even. All day long, he loved to weave together new wonders for those with the power and imagination to access this world in their dreams… an oasis for their weary and tired minds. And his medium of choice, the dream sand, was a wondrous thing that could shift and meld to fit whatever vision the Sandman had decided upon that day–– although, she’d paused to laugh, the Sandman doesn’t really stop to think about the time of day, since he takes care of the dream sands for everyone in the world to come, whenever they find the time to rest.
These are the things that my mother taught to me, and that her mother taught to her, and her mother before her, Vernon’s grandmother told him as she cradled his small body close to her. Every person in the world could be connected through this dream world,(a patchwork quilt of everyone’s dreams, she’d called it) butthose closest to you–– it’s easiest to find them there. When your hearts and minds are aligned, you can always find your way to each other. --- Tonight, they are lucky. Or, really, it had taken meticulous planning to maximize their time together now: checking and double-checking work schedules and appointments, a few nights of deliberate sleep deprivation.
But it’s worth it, and it’s always so quiet, in this small corner of the world that they’ve found for themselves– sometimes Vernon even wonders if they'd built it themselves. Or that somehow the Sandman had heard tell of their circumstances, and extended this small bit of compassion to them. And for that, Vernon is so thankful. Because Vernon…
Vernon wishes he could bury himself into Seungkwan's ribs, or that he could swallow him whole. Sometimes he feels as if the two of them were once one cohesive whole, then split into two— it's impossible to tell where he ends, or Seungkwan begins.
And just when he’s starting to doubt, starts to rationalize that Seungkwan would never sink into such thoughts, he’s just being melodramatic with how much he misses having Seungkwan with him, right then–– Seungkwan will turn to him with his clear, open eyes and say plainly, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
And Vernon’s arms will wrap closer around his beloved before he lies, “No, you’ve never. Tell me again.”
[FILL] i see you at the end
Major Tags: Magical Realism, Long Distance Relationship
Additional Tags: dreams as a means to be close to you, do you ever just pull inspiration from disparate media from your childhood and fumble them all together into a vague magical world, yeah… yeah!
Permission to remix: yes, please!!! and if anyone even wanted to expand this concept to another ship/fandom, i think that’d be so cool
i kinda ran out of ideas by the end, but truly if anyone wanted to come talk to me about this concept i would be so!! excited!!!
---
It’s difficult, them meeting here. They’re on completely different sides of the world– he in New York City and Seungkwan in Seoul, and so their sleep schedules… barely even match up.
And it’s not like Seungkwan can always find his way to the dream world–– He’s not as good at directing his mind here, not the way that Vernon can. So the only thing worse than him spending the whole night alone by this lone castle in an endless expanse of desert (they’d found it together; this part of the ever-shifting dream landscape– that never moves, never changes) was when he’d turn at the sound of his name and see Seungkwan’s dear figure running over the dunes towards him, arms wide open –– before his alarm would blare next to his ear, rudely awakening him to another day.
But they make it work. Phone calls, video calls, all of the typical markers of a long-distance relationship. But their meetings in the dream world are special, tangible. For if Vernon cannot have Seungkwan with him during his waking hours, he’ll sure as hell ruin his sleep schedule to hold him in his dreams.
---
Even when he was a child, Vernon’s dreams have always been–– a fantastical, untamed landscape. Not in a terrifying way, but he didn’t have any control, not yet. But one night when he was five, he finally found his mother in the midst of a lush jungle, where she then took his hand and taught of the Sandman, of dream sand.
The Sandman, in her words, was a master artist–– an architect, even. All day long, he loved to weave together new wonders for those with the power and imagination to access this world in their dreams… an oasis for their weary and tired minds. And his medium of choice, the dream sand, was a wondrous thing that could shift and meld to fit whatever vision the Sandman had decided upon that day–– although, she’d paused to laugh, the Sandman doesn’t really stop to think about the time of day, since he takes care of the dream sands for everyone in the world to come, whenever they find the time to rest.
These are the things that my mother taught to me, and that her mother taught to her, and her mother before her, Vernon’s grandmother told him as she cradled his small body close to her. Every person in the world could be connected through this dream world, (a patchwork quilt of everyone’s dreams, she’d called it) but those closest to you–– it’s easiest to find them there. When your hearts and minds are aligned, you can always find your way to each other.
---
Tonight, they are lucky. Or, really, it had taken meticulous planning to maximize their time together now: checking and double-checking work schedules and appointments, a few nights of deliberate sleep deprivation.
But it’s worth it, and it’s always so quiet, in this small corner of the world that they’ve found for themselves– sometimes Vernon even wonders if they'd built it themselves. Or that somehow the Sandman had heard tell of their circumstances, and extended this small bit of compassion to them. And for that, Vernon is so thankful. Because Vernon…
Vernon wishes he could bury himself into Seungkwan's ribs, or that he could swallow him whole. Sometimes he feels as if the two of them were once one cohesive whole, then split into two— it's impossible to tell where he ends, or Seungkwan begins.
And just when he’s starting to doubt, starts to rationalize that Seungkwan would never sink into such thoughts, he’s just being melodramatic with how much he misses having Seungkwan with him, right then–– Seungkwan will turn to him with his clear, open eyes and say plainly, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
And Vernon’s arms will wrap closer around his beloved before he lies, “No, you’ve never. Tell me again.”