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"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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Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: seasonal depression
Do Not Wants: any archive warnings, mentions of disordered eating
Prompt:
-The Song of Purple Summer, Spring Awakening
A Psalm for the Wild-Built, Becky Chambers
[FILL] winter sleep
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Volleyball player Seungkwan, Winter, Depression
Permission to remix: Please ask
wc:518
A/N: I think your prompt was a little more hopeful than this turned out to be, sorry about that op :/
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Seungkwan almost doesn’t realise something’s wrong until he’s mid-way through practice.
The warm-ups pass as they usually do and he completes his drills without event.
It’s when they’re paired off for a short scrimmage when it becomes painfully clear that Seungkwan is slow today.
He doesn’t do anything wrong, no balls to the face nor any flubbed sets but his timing is off just by a little and when there’s just two of them on court, there is nowhere to hide.
Nobody gives him shit for it—everybody has off days, after all. And he’s lucky enough to be paired with Junhui who not only covers for him during the game but also doesn’t get on his case, afterwards, lets him go with just a comforting pat on his shoulder.
Seungkwan stews while they cool down on the sidelines.
His feet drag as they walk to the showers and as the first spray of water hits him, he wonders if he’s coming down with a cold. He had been oddly foggy during his run in the morning.
Worst case scenario, it might even be the flu, he thinks. Better steel himself for it, just in case.
He’s so lost in thought, he doesn’t realise the changing room’s emptied out around him, and he only catches Joshua’s resigned sigh as he’s leaving, clearly given up on whatever he was trying to ask Seungkwan.
It catches him by surprise how quickly the tears well up in his eyes.
“What the fuck,” Seungkwan shudders, furiously wiping at the dampness with one hand as he wrestles himself into his joggers with the other.
A stream of curses fall out of him as it takes him another ten minutes to get into his clothes and out of the gym.
The cold hits him like a punch to the face when he steps out and it’s a wonder he doesn’t sink to the ground right then and there.
Grinding his teeth, he foregoes the train and hails a cab, the sirens now going off at full volume in his head.
The thing about this that makes denial harder, the thing that you don’t know until you know: it’s thick and viscous and climbs around you and sinks its teeth into your skin and stays there.
It clings to him now, vines twisting and shackling his ankles to the ground as he all but heaves his body on to the bed.
The draft follows him under the sheets but he pulls them tighter around his body, unwilling to yield the last warmth of the day, sun long having dipped under the sky as he had watched from the cab’s windows.
The weight settles on top of him, pressing down on his chest and it’s funny, how he’d tried so hard to rationalise it as something, anything else when nothing invisible has ever had a presence this pronounced—how he always, always, tries to fix the blame on something else. Denial’s a prayer of the helpless, after all.
The weight presses him into the mattress and Seungkwan closes his eyes and lets it. He lets it.
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