This is probably my favourite reaction to Phaya asking Wanwisa what the story of Sakuna and Wansarat has to do with him in episode eight.
“What does all of this have to do with me!?”
*checks to see if Billy has a fever or is ill in full blown sassy gay man mode*
Billy: “She said a lot but he didn’t listen at all!”
*taps next to Billy’s ear* “Did you hear that?”
(Translation not by me, but meowlover1688BL on YouTube)
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Some people are confused about Babe portraying Wansarat but it's a little surprising to me that no one on the forum I was on had considered that the form Wansarat took is a woman.
I loved that the series kept the same actor for both roles while having the two characters be different genders.
Maybe my interpretation doesn't match director's intention, but I'm going to continue believing that having Babe play a woman is subversive of gender expectations. Like, Wan is a woman and it don't matter what she look like. On top of that, she's beautiful (Babe is beautiful wbk).
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Tharn should have known better.
Peace and happiness weren’t for him.
Why don’t you move in with me so we can be together for all time?
He felt his sliver of peace slip away as his fingers trailed across Phaya’s jaw, his body unresponsive and rapidly cooling. He felt his happiness shrivel and blacken as he used the entire force of his body to press his curled hand against Phaya’s sternum. He repeated the motions again and again; wasn’t one of the definitions of insanity to do the same thing again and again and expect different results?
Tharn was familiar with insanity.
He didn’t feel the scream of desperation that erupted from his throat, didn’t feel anything but the press of sodden clothes and a too-still body against his chest as he gathered Phaya into his arms. He frantically tried to ignore the way Phaya felt so similar to the corpse they’d examined at the crime scene, pushed the idea back as hard as he could, but he couldn’t free himself entirely from the haunting litany of thoughts. He curled his fingers tighter against Phaya’s shoulders and wished he could interlace their veins, their lungs, their entire bodies so that he may breathe for him. Their hearts were already entwined, their bodies already knew one another. It should have been easy.
“Please!”
Tharn didn’t know if he was begging Phaya to open his eyes, for help, or perhaps for some release from the karmic agony he found himself in.
He’d give anything to go back - Back to last night with Phaya warm and content, curled against his back and pressing the softest kiss into his shoulder. Back to their fight when he’d had every opportunity to push Phaya away for good. To Nong Kai, before they’d learned the true breadth of their connection. To the bar where he’d leaned against Phaya instinctively at the low croon of his voice (a clarion call that had immediately ignited every nerve in his body.)
He never should have met Phaya.
Please don’t take him from me.
His inner voice felt like it resonated in his chest, as if a piece of his spirit screamed alongside him and raged against the confines of his ribs. If coughing up his soul could save Phaya he’d do it in an instant, he’d pay any price to right his wrongs. He dropped a hand to Phaya’s as he shouted again, fairly certain he was still forming coherent words. Yai hadn’t been far. Yai would come, wouldn’t he?
Tharn’s fingers curled around Phaya’s as he dropped his forehead to his shoulder, wailing his heartache and fear against the chilled skin. Phaya had to wake up. He wasn’t sure he could survive any alternative.
You promised me you wouldn’t go anywhere.
Time felt mercurial; far too quick and far too slow all at once, as if his every inhale was merely the gentle tick of the second hand on a clock. He pressed his lips to Phaya’s knuckles and swallowed a wracking sob. He tried to push away the memory of the way these hands had trailed across every curve of his body as if charting a map meant only for Phaya’s gaze.
“Anybody, please help!”
If Phaya came back, if breath filled his lungs and life thrummed in his veins, Tharn would walk away. He would find a way to leave, to ensure Phaya never saw him again and was never again in danger simply for having the misfortune of loving him. He could learn to live with only half of his heart, vestigial as it would be without Phaya anyway.
I didn’t take care of you. I didn’t protect you. I don’t deserve you.
And why had he ever thought love was for him? He’d known better; only a fool needed to learn the same lesson twice. It took a special brand of ineptitude to be the cause of so much death and still crave the soft embrace of love. He was crafted like the Pong Pong tree: benign and unassuming from afar but fatal once the seeds were ingested. His love was every bit as poisonous.
Tharn wrapped his arms around Phaya’s shoulders and cradled him close, an embrace of a different kind. He’d give anything to hold him one more time, to feel his too-sweet kisses against his cheeks, to have another goodnight kiss stolen from his lips. He had wondered if a goodnight tasted like a goodbye but he now knew they couldn’t be more different; one all blooming warmth and sweetness, the other withering cold and bitterness.
“Phaya!”
Please wake up. Please come back to me.
(disclaimer: none of this is from the novel, i haven’t read the novel, i just like doing character studies of them and rotating them in my head like a skyrim loading screen)
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I love him - that is all 😂😂😂
Yai is such a goofball menace but truly the most supportive best friend/brother/shipper of Tharn + Phaya
(And oh, he is so fit!!!!!)
The Sign, episode 8
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So at the end of of BillyBabe’s reaction video of episode seven - which is really adorable you should watch it even if you don’t understand any Thai at all - Babe was caught tearing up whilst watching the preview of episode eight.
Episode eight features scenes such as these ⬇️
Where Phaya and Tharn are seen wearing these outfits ⬇️
I would also like to draw everyone’s attention back to over just a month ago when the series trailer dropped ⬇️
Outfits look familiar, no? 🤔🤔🤔
Buckle up, cause I think episode eight is going to be a fricking rollercoaster ride.
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I love the Sign. This episode 8 was so good. I wish I was better in English to have the right word and sentence to express everything I liked and why.
We finally got to see what happened in the past. I liked the costumes. The actors are still great too. Idol factory was able to mix comedy, drama, action and romance in one series. They do it well. There are many things to say about what happened and what it means for the rest of the series. I may write a better post later.
Of course, the end was devastating. I can't believe we have to wait a week to get the next episode. The trailer wasn't helpful enough to give me the answer I wanted to get. Nonetheless, I really want to be next Saturday to know everything.
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