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About
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
"What is grief, if not love persevering?"
"You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath"
Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. Each prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, and more. Steal from a literary classic, or WeVerse drama. Have fun!
Examples
Minghao + Ocean Vuong
The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world.
Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds
Hoshi/Anyone; "Beauty is terror"
Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:
"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we tremble before it. And what could be more terrifying or beautiful, to the Greeks to to our own, than to lose control completely?" - Donna Tartt, the Secret Histories
"I am calm in everyday life but when I put on my in-ear device and step on stage, I can feel the tension and hear the cheers getting louder as the music gets louder. When the staff tells me it's time to step on stage, I feel something boil inside me. I feel it steaming inside and I think I have to give a burst of something, spill what is inside me." - Hoshi in Hit the Road Ep. 04
Any ship; "It's been so many years"
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all.
Tom Watts - Martha
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love/loss languages
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Breakups? Group breakup?
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
[FILL] love/loss languages
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: nostalgia, emo vernon coming home to roost, use of English names
Permission to remix: Yes
***
The first night in his new apartment, Vernon can’t sleep.
He’s jet-lagged, for one, his body still on Seoul-time, even as the sun goes down and his family leaves him with his unpacked suitcases and flat-pack furniture. He could put some of it away, maybe assemble a coffee table, but the thought of unpacking or settling in makes him feel itchy.
It’s too quiet, for another. He’s high up in the building (better security, his mother insisted) so he can’t hear the street noise below. He has a partially unobstructed view of the river. In March, they’ll dye it green for St. Patrick’s Day. Vernon isn’t sure he likes the idea of still being here in March.
The following days are just as wobbly and strange as the first. He’s not used to this city’s sounds, the boat horns or the gunshots or the sirens. He’s not used to cooking for himself or being the only one around to wash the dishes. He’s not used to speaking English so much, at least not always English, and he finds he misses the ease of speaking with Joshua, going back and forth with no trouble.
Joshua had invited him to LA. Vernon hadn’t answered, too scared to make a commitment he wasn’t ready to make and too scared to define something while the rest of his life was unraveling. What if he hated LA? What if he wasn’t the same person in LA that he was in Seoul? What if Joshua realized he wasn’t worth it after all?
*
Joshua had this way of humming while he did the dishes. He’d stand at the sink, the sleeves of whatever sweater or shirt nudged up to his elbows and hum. He’d move his hips, let his sweet voice carry through the space. Vernon would join him more than half the time just to be part of it, to have Joshua’s smile directed at him. Josh would knock his hip into Vernon’s until he started humming, too.
That’s how it started. They would wash the dishes together at the end of the night and sit and talk afterward. Eventually, they moved the conversations to Vernon’s room and one night they fell asleep together.
In the morning, Vernon woke up and kissed Josh right on the mouth.
*
Three months after moving, Vernon passes a boba shop near the city center, an old poster of theirs stuck in the window. A wave of nostalgia and hurt hits him so hard he stumbles, caught staring at the pout of Seungkwan’s mouth, the glint in Joshua’s eyes, their perfectly styled hair and clothing. Vernon has been wearing the same sweater for two days and hasn’t touched a hair product in weeks. He stares at his own face— touched up, perfect — and his own blank smile and feels sick.
He almost sends a picture of it to the long-quiet group chat. He almost sends a picture of it to just Joshua.
They haven’t spoken in months. What would he even say?
Vernon takes a deep breath and slips his phone back in his pocket, keeps walking.
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I loved this lines:
What if he wasn’t the same person in LA that he was in Seoul? THIS. I love the multi-identities of the international children (absolutely related to my own sense of self - I felt like some of your narration was raw in a way that came form personal experiences n__n)
Vernon would join him more than half the time just to be part of it, to have Joshua’s smile directed at him. Josh would knock his hip into Vernon’s until he started humming, too. - ah, wanting to be present, to share the moment </3 AND THEN!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!! you reveal that this is set in post-disbandment era, that Vernon is at a bubble tea shop looking at his brilliant past and feeling boringly and nostalgically mundane. that was a crazy turn, I love it. (thank you so much for writing this)
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