|
Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Apr 30, 2014 17:52:30 GMT -8
I will not fall, once more I'm called. Time comes for all...
June 22nd
tag | Donovan
words | 151 | His pale cheeks would have flushed at the kiss and the second brush against his lips. However, he felt cold, only knowing the warmth of his body by his pulse. For a moment, he held his breath. His eyes slipped shut when Donovan’s hands met his around the dagger. He felt a bit like he didn’t deserve that forgiveness no matter how many times he apologized. He hadn’t wanted to ask the man to die for him on any terms.
That was it then.
His eyes reopened slowly, glancing down at the blade before looking back to the other’s eyes. All he could pray was that he wouldn’t regret his resolve. He was offering someone he loved to his god, unsure of what the outcome would truly be. Kyu-Sik aimed the blade over Donovan’s chest.
No more hesitation. He was quick and precise as he could be when he pushed forward. |
electric has gangnam style and back to neverland
|
|
|
Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on May 27, 2014 2:18:57 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN There was pain, piercing and sudden, and a shocked whimper escaped Donovan's lips despite his attempts not to cry out. His grasp on Kyu-Sik's wrist slackened, and his vision slid rapidly out of focus before the swarming black blotted everything out. Unable to support his weight, Donovan's legs gave out beneath him, landing in a graceless heap in the cool sand at Kyu-Sik's feet. His breaths slowed as Donovan willed death to take him swiftly. Passing out proved not to be the mercy he hoped. Donovan had been aware that one's life was supposed to flash before their eyes as they died, but the images that flooded his mind were not his own. They felt just as real. Hazy memories of a time he couldn't identify, being kidnapped and the ceaseless torture that followed, tearing him apart slowly, bit by bit. Every nerve in his body screamed in response, and the imagery continued to play out as if there was no hope of an ending. Then the flash of the same dagger, a realization of it being the same man wielding it, and everything inside Donovan shattered as it cut through him all over again. They'd been here before, but that time there had been no consent, no understanding nor acceptance. Donovan didn't know how long he was out, but slowly his awareness of his surroundings trickled back in. His mouth tasted heavily of the remembrance of ash. The pain was replaced by an unfamiliar burning through his chest, a twisted and dark feeling he couldn't quite identify. For several quiet moments, Donovan kept still. Silent. Somehow his heart was still beating, and he didn't know whether to be thankful or dismayed. Cracking an eye open revealed that Kyu-Sik was still there. And before he could think better of it, Donovan twisted his body around and attacked, grabbing at the man's ankles and yanking him down into the sand with him. Arms desperately pulled closer, fingernails digging into whatever he could reach until he successfully wrestled the other man into his grasp. Once he had him, clinging and shaking, all Donovan could manage was a choked sob into Kyu-Sik's chest. WORDS:### TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:
|
|
|
|
Post by KYU-SIK MOON on May 27, 2014 13:54:23 GMT -8
I will not fall, once more I'm called. Time comes for all...
June 22nd
tag | Donovan
words | 363 | There was no scream, no loud cries for help despite the consent. For some reason, Kyu-Sik half expected something of the sort, some sort of yell, some sort of crash, but there was only a shocked whimper. And then the man collapsed at his feet quietly, motionless. Kyu-Sik found himself almost staring for a moment, holding his own breath until his body reminded him to breathe. Death was quick and silent, a gentle pardon from the worst sides of the world. He had prayed for something else, but he could not find regret in his heart, even now. This was undoubtedly the better alternative.
There was no doubt in his mind that he had done this before, his mind desperately trying to recall something that he wasn’t able to. He felt heavy himself, wanting to sit on the cool sand as well. However, he knew he couldn’t stay there for too long. He only allowed himself to stay there a moment more to take in the cool ocean air and sat his gaze back to the moon rather than the body at his feet. A silent goodbye that had already been given before he made use of the dagger.
Kyu-Sik was just about to leave that cool and chilly stillness when he felt the jerk at his ankle. He fell to the sand with no time to react, completely caught by surprise. “Donovan?!” He shouted desperately, finding himself unable to break away from the desperate clawing hands of the other man. “Donovan!” He wasn’t sure how to react. There was a moment of fear, that Donovan was clawing for some sort of latent revenge for what had just occurred. But then it was over. There he lied with the other man sobbing into his chest.
Hesitantly and gently, Kyu-Sik cradled his arm around Donovan’s shoulders again. He had dropped the dagger in favor of daring to run his fingers through the thick brown curls. “You’re alive…” He managed to whisper out, the surprise still lingering in his tone. He leaned his head back into the sand, wordlessly thanking the god who had decided to take him in the first place. |
electric has gangnam style and back to neverland
|
|
|
Post by DONOVAN SHEPHERD on May 27, 2014 17:45:25 GMT -8
HOLD YOUR BREATH AND COUNT TO TEN The distressed sobs muffled against the tear-soaked splotch of Kyu-Sik's shirt, punctuated with only strained, shaky breaths as he shook his head in denial. Denial of still being alive, denial of just how deeply he'd been ensnared. Donovan clung tighter to Kyu-Sik, the only identifiable source responsible for his suffering, yet his only source of comfort through it. He buried his face against the soothing thudding of Kyu-Sik's own heart to steady his own, trying to match the rise and fall of Kyu-Sik's chest. He was alive, but at what cost? For how much longer? Donovan knew better than building up any false hope. It forebode of only worse to come, without the mercy he thought he'd been earning with his compliance. The flashes of torture scraped through his mind as another sob ripped from his throat. It wasn't real, yet that knowledge did nothing to soothe him of uncertainty that awaited him once more. He didn't want to know what came next, what punishment he faced for crimes he couldn't name. Why him? Donovan never had any easy life, but he'd never felt particularly sorry for himself through any of his hardships. Now the weight of his misery felt deliberate, designed to slowly chip away at his will until he had nothing left but to give up. His life was not his own, if it ever was to begin with. Trapped by this inescapable moment again and again, no matter what choices he made. He was marked for this. He raised a trembling fist, fingers strained in a tight clench, but there was no power to carry it through when he brought it down against the sand next to Kyu-Sik's head. Blame just wouldn't come. WORDS:### TAGS:Kyu-Sik NOTES:
|
|
|