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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"
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Minghao + Ocean Vuong
The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
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Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds
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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
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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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in this lifetime and the next
major tags: dream walking, reincarnation au
additional tags: surrealism
do not wants: none
prompt:
don't you go leaving me / you still got a life to go
Major Tags: reincarnation, dreams, death (but not graphic or sad)
Additional Tags: when only one of you remembers that you're two halves of the same whole
Permission to remix: sure!
title from Pretty Bones by yuele
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In Minghao’s second first life, the dreams mean nothing. They’re just fragments, flashes of images and sensations he doesn’t recognize: warm golden skin and a heavy body wrapped greedily around his own, buildings so tall they pierce the sky and split it in two, a man who smiles and smiles and smiles at him and—
They mean nothing.
Minghao lives. He wakes and eats and attends his lessons, and so on and so on. He does it all, everything that’s expected of him, but the dreams don’t stop. They change—the man still smiles, but there are wrinkles around his eyes now, around his still smiling mouth—but every night he blows out his oil lantern and closes his eyes and he wills himself to dream.
He dreams.
And dreams.
And dreams.
Eventually, when his grandchildren are almost old enough to be parents themselves, the dreams stop, and so does he.
So it goes.
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In Minghao’s second life, the dreams mean nothing.
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In Minghao’s fifth life, the dreams mean nothing.
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In Minghao’s twelfth life, the dreams mean nothing.
They mean nothing, but they’ve changed again. He dreams in colors: the eggshell blue of an open sky, the rough brown grain of waterlogged wood, the starched cream of sheets. Maybe sails.
He goes to the sea.
He likes it there, more than he ever thought he would. He thinks, in his next life, he might like to build something here. Something that he can come back to.
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In Minghao’s thirteenth life, he builds a house with his own two hands. It’s small and drafty and sits too close to the slowly encroaching ocean, but it’s his. It should be enough.
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In Minghao’s fifteenth life, he burns down his house.
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In Minghao’s sixteenth life, he meets a man with a smile as wide and familiar as the horizon that stretches endlessly before them.
“Nice house,” he says to Minghao, grinning wildly as the breeze tangles covetous fingers in his hair. He’s carrying a bag thrown over one shoulder and not much else and his shirt is open at the collar and fraying, the slope of his chest and breadth of his shoulders testing the outer limits of the fabric’s capacity.
Minghao blinks in surprise and looks incredulously at the burned out ruin they’re standing in front of, bare toes digging grooves into the wet sand. A shocked giggle escapes him before he can swallow it down for the sake of decorum.
“It used to be,” Minghao says. He looks back at the man. At the gorgeous, golden strength of him. The sweetness of his open face. He’s looking at Minghao like he knows him, somehow, like he’s a wish he never expected to be granted, a star snatched down from the sky. Did he ever dream of Minghao? Did he dream of pale skin and smeared ink? The gentle lap of waves and a quiet giggle meant for only one person to hear? It makes Minghao burn, but he thinks he likes it. “I was actually thinking of trying again,” he says. He tries on a smile, something small and hesitant. The man lights up, eyes sparkling and grin widening to what would be an almost terrifying degree if he didn’t look so clearly, utterly delighted. “I could use some help, if you don’t have anywhere else to be.”
“Nowhere,” he says, eager and puppyish, the words practically tripping over themselves as they exit his mouth, “I’ve got nowhere else to be but here.”
Minghao nods, suddenly shy. “I'm Xu Minghao,” he introduces himself with a short bow.
“Lee Seokmin,” Seokmin replies, bowing sharply at the waist. When he rises and Minghao sees his face again—smiling, of course, always looking up at him and smiling, just like in his dreams—he feels something click decisively into place. “It’s so good to see you again.”
Re: don't you go leaving me / you still got a life to go
Re: don't you go leaving me / you still got a life to go
i love love love the pacing of this, i also love minghao's sentience irt his reincarnation cycles ("He thinks, in his next life, he might like to build something here. Something that he can come back to.
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In Minghao’s thirteenth life, he builds a house with his own two hands."). also can we pls talk abt how u described seokhao's meeting in hao's sixteenth life? that had me swooning like ik id fall for seokmin Immediately if i was face to face w that. ur description of him is so romantic its jussssttttt!!!
im also simply and utterly in love with this part:
“Nowhere,” he says, eager and puppyish, the words practically tripping over themselves as they exit his mouth, “I’ve got nowhere else to be but here.”
Minghao nods, suddenly shy. “I'm Xu Minghao,” he introduces himself with a short bow.
“Lee Seokmin,” Seokmin replies, bowing sharply at the waist. When he rises and Minghao sees his face again—smiling, of course, always looking up at him and smiling, just like in his dreams—he feels something click decisively into place. “It’s so good to see you again.”
it makes me burst into this goofy ass smile and like srsly, props to u. i genuinely love this so much tysm for responding to my prompt, i will be reading this for the 100000th time. ♡