(very lovingly), you are INSANE AH. you felt like you needed to include the tattoo, and yes yes thank you, you also know i am very weak for tattoos. The whole part dedicated to it to...
The weight of taking flight never materialised until Seungcheol placed him under his touch.
That’s what finding a good tree means. It makes you want to build a nest. It steals the colours from the sky and the wind from beneath your wings. It promises you loneliness and heartache when you think of leaving.
the Kim Gaon-ism of Mingyu ^__^ i have screamed about it but i will again grr the mg bird of flight // finding a tree // experiencing the weight of flight for the first time // wanting to make a nest but knowing that it'll be a form of confinement. and yet he wants to stay. ah. don't know how many times i've read this part over, really.
Fly, his sanity whispers. But Mingyu gazes up at him and decides, in a heartbeat, that he’d rather be consumed by darkness than look at Seungcheol and see a stranger. “Tell me, Chief.”
and what he decides in the end !!!!
now. the elle Seungcheol Kim Yohan. God. Elle Seungcheol was An Image, but to be presented with the disheveled hair + pajamas combo (coughs, an image of vulnerability, coughs). Is pleasantness the reason you look at me with a gaze that puts a burning sun to shame? you know what at this point i've lost all coherency. Mingyu jerks his head, but Seungcheol’s hand merely drops to his shoulder. It slides along his back, greeting the songbird with a tender caress even more coherency lost, if that's even possible.
you've packed so much in these 400 words and it's all i ever wanted. the touches. the gazes. and as your tags say: falling in love with the darkness we recognise. your writing is as vivid and striking as always and the characterisation wonderful.
thank you for writing!!! i owe you one, but i'm also glad you're in this brainrot with me ^^ will be thinking of them for days to come. since i've rattled your brain, this time i'm going to smooch your brain.
Re: the abyss gazes also into you
the Kim Gaon-ism of Mingyu ^__^ i have screamed about it but i will again grr the mg bird of flight // finding a tree // experiencing the weight of flight for the first time // wanting to make a nest but knowing that it'll be a form of confinement. and yet he wants to stay. ah. don't know how many times i've read this part over, really.
and what he decides in the end !!!!
now. the elle Seungcheol Kim Yohan. God. Elle Seungcheol was An Image, but to be presented with the disheveled hair + pajamas combo (coughs, an image of vulnerability, coughs). Is pleasantness the reason you look at me with a gaze that puts a burning sun to shame? you know what at this point i've lost all coherency. Mingyu jerks his head, but Seungcheol’s hand merely drops to his shoulder. It slides along his back, greeting the songbird with a tender caress even more coherency lost, if that's even possible.
you've packed so much in these 400 words and it's all i ever wanted. the touches. the gazes. and as your tags say: falling in love with the darkness we recognise. your writing is as vivid and striking as always and the characterisation wonderful.
thank you for writing!!! i owe you one, but i'm also glad you're in this brainrot with me ^^ will be thinking of them for days to come. since i've rattled your brain, this time i'm going to smooch your brain.