#untilncxttime

[tkstrandcd]

@untilncxttime​ | TK & Caden

To say that TK was exhausted would be a gross lie. In fact, it was the understatement of the year, practically a tease of just how done his mind and body really were. The 24 hours between his last shift and this one apparently weren’t even slightly enough for his body to recover from the never-ending stream of cases that had seemed to roll in but he had a duty and this was it.

With one hand clutched onto the strap of his bag and the other running over the side of his face, he broke out in a yawn so persistent it had his eyes squeezing shit as he headed for the locker room, only to hit a wall - a warm, slightly squishy wall. Okay, maybe it wasn’t a wall. “Sorry, man-” He started, rubbing over his eyes before daring to open them... Only to freeze in place. What the-

“Caden? What-What the hell..?”

#th; caden #untilncxttime

[dreamswoven]

FEAT. @untilncxttime​.

This is it. A book laid in Hyesung’s hands, another one of those dusty, ratty journals, but what made it special was that it contained a recitation for separating two entities. Its language was less severe than a banishment but as effective as an exorcism, the exact, ideal, safe compromise that Hyesung had been searching for all this time. “All you would have to do is stand there,” he told Moon with great care. “I’ll recite the passage, cast it on you, and hopefully when it’s finished, you’ll be...you.”

It wasn’t his dilemma, wasn’t his body, yet he’d become inexplicably invested in Moon’s case, and the proof was in his hesitation at even calling it a case. Hyesung could find the human words to describe how he felt, but here was something that he thought came close: that Hyesung had promised to help, and the thought of breaking a promise to Moon felt reprehensible. So, then, he took a deep breath and smiled reassuringly, an expression that would’ve felt strange to make if he’d been making it for anyone else. “Do you trust me?”

#untilncxttime #famous last words #— with // hyesung. #— with // hyesung & moon. #— // thread.

[thevictoryofthepeople]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄. - 🔍   for  a  moodboard  of  our  muses  (specify). | MEME OPEN ✶✳  yibo ask - for jiyang | @untilncxttime​  ✳✶

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JIBO AESTHETIC | HEART THAT MOVES ME THROUGHOUT THE TIMES - BLACK + PURPLE

· · · · · if the world was ending you'd come over, right? you'd come over and you'd stay the night · · · · ·

· · · · · would you love me for the hell of it? all our fears would be irrelevant the sky'd be falling while I hold you tight · · · · ·

· · · · · no, there wouldn't be a reason why we would even have to say goodbye · · · · · 

#heart that moves me throughout the times {yibo x jiyang} #does the world know my stage name or my real name {asks: yibo} #in the world of codes and lyrics i have been lost {edits: yibo} #jibo {ship: yibo} #the rockstar hacker {misc: yibo} #untilncxttime

[firstcnthescene]

@softdreems / @untilncxttime​ | Lyric Starter

But I'm gonna dive, dive into you And maybe I'll drown but what can I do?

- Dive Into You, Loving Caliber

“I think... I think I’m gonna dive,” TK announced, seemingly without warning. What the other didn’t know was that he’d had a whole conversation in his head in the silence prior, a whole monologue about how he was sick of tiptoeing, of being careful and losing out on what he wanted. If Caden had known, it might’ve made his next words make a little more sense, “I’m gonna dive into you. And maybe I’ll drown, but what can I do?”

#m; TK #untilncxttime

[vliialns]

𝟗 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 answer these and tag 9 people you’d like to know better / catch up with!

last song: “all your love” by jakob ogawa (ok it’s hayloft by mother mother now)

currently reading: rereading harry potter for some reason, i have like a bunch of murder mystery books on my shelf just waiting to be read but i decided to reread harry potter instead, like i HAVE to finish the entire series now

currently watching: black clover

last movie: pay the ghost, it was ok, i do enjoy nicolas cage films every now and again, this one just happened to be playing on tv the other night. you know recently i realised that as a kid watching movies was such a big thing and like i’ve seen a LOT of movies and i remember sitting there with my vcr tapes and rewinding the whole movie and just watching it again and again and again and back then a movie was such a big thing to me? and now i watch a movie like every single day, there’s literally two movies on each channel every single evening and i feel like i am getting less and less excited for movies? i can barely remember the last time i was truly excited for a movie, which was red shoes and the seven dwarfs (great watch, amazing message please watch it), like movies are SPECIAL they’ve always been special to me but now i’m just like yeah i watch like several movies a month, sometimes ever a week. idk how to explain this feeling, especially as somebody who LOVES MOVIES A LOT like i used to COLLECT movies in my teens and now i’m just like damn they no longer really feel SPECIAL????

currently craving: water and a salty but not too salty chocolate chip cookie

tagged by: @mctteldolls (ily, currently on my way to bother u on discord)

tagging (but feel no pressure to do this!): @untilncxttime @bclowzero @beommiya @galaxyburned && i’m too shy to tag the rest so </3 if you see this and you wanna do it? GO AHEAD please, i now officially tag anyone who sees this <3

#bam | ooc #i really said u know what? U KNOW WHAT? ima rant

[magnetshowcase]

i will be over on untilncxttime trying to work through some drafts i owe on there so hit me up there if you wanna do some reincarnated lover shit!

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[thevictoryofthepeople]

"It was worth it to protect you." [ Jiyang & Yibo ]

SLOWLY DYING IN SOMEONE’S ARMS SENTENCE STARTERS | MEME OPEN ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. yibo ask - for jiyang | @untilncxttime

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. It seems to be a daily occurrence now, tending to his other half’s wounds. His hands have grown accustomed to wrapping the bandages around his frame, to dabbing whatever concoction Yitan has made on the gaping injuries and russet slashes, to placing warm towels upon his forehead. It’s almost when night begins to fall and JIYANG does not come limping along to be cared for that makes him worry that whatever hurt he has gone through has been a little bit too much; he tries not to think about the word “death” though it certainly crosses to that point when the moon has risen too far.

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. He had thought this time would be no different, except that he’d be able to watch him more carefully since he’d be by his side during the expedition. He had been wrong... so wrong. It had been YIBO’s fault. If he had just been more aware of his surroundings, JIYANG would have come out of the cave relatively unscathed. As it were, he hadn’t noticed the creature lurking around the corner. If not for JIYANG, he would have been sliced to pieces. Instead, other had been inflicted with a few claw marks before YIBO had enough sense to kill it.

A few... but tainted with poison.

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Holding him in his arms, he tries to find some sort of salve to clean the wound, to absorb whatever toxin he can from his body. But he can tell with each deflation of his chest that it’s much too late - horrid liquid has traveled too fast throughout his bloodstream. “When will you ever learn to do things for your own self-preservation?” he asks, though if the roles had been reversed, he would have done the same thing.

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. He’s trying not to cry but he can see his other half’s lifespan dwindling away. “Do you ever wonder how worried I am when you keep jumping into things? When we get back, I’m going to beat you with a stick just to let it stick in your head.” He won’t even make it out of the cave. “Keep breathing. We’ll get out soon. Please, okay? I need you to keep staying awake and breathing. I’m right here.” But the light in his eyes are disappearing. “You’re not allowed to die from some monster’s poison. That’s not heroic. We still have adventures.”

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Stop it. He’s dying. He kisses his forehead. “Worth it to protect me. You’re an idiot.” He chokes back a son as he wraps his arms around him, cradling him back and forth. “Stay with me. Please stay with me.”

#Anonymous #do they know my stage name or my real name {asks: yibo} #untilncxttime

[thevictoryofthepeople]

☠️ REVERSE [ Jiyang & Yibo. Let's see Yibo sob over dead Jiyang ]

SEND A SYMBOL FOR YOUR MUSE TO FIND MINE… - ☠️- Dead | MEME OPEN  ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. yibo ask - for jiyang | @untilncxttime

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. They had always said good things would come to those who did good. That kindness and justice would bring upon peace as such virtues fought against the things that had been deemed evil everywhere else. So why then has the world decided to pull itself out from under him? Why then did the air make the decision to disappear, leaving him breathless and lightheaded, every bit of oxygen in his lungs working overtime just to provide a supply to keep him alive? Why then has his vision become blurred by tears that spill and threaten to become a deluge? Why then has his life been taken from him?

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Had he committed a crime he had not been aware of? Had he uttered malicious words that stirred up trouble? Had he lived a life of chaos? Had his past life been a monster, a demon in disguise as an angel? Why... why... why... why then...

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Because the figure in front of him should not have been dead. The red string threaded between them should not have been broken. And yet here it is, snipped away and leaving only frayed edges. The other should have been by his side, cracking a joke or holding onto him tightly. His own ribs should have been breaking from laughter, not from the pained drumming of heart constricted as it fights to live. His mind has been long gone, logic thrown out as he fights the will to take own knife and press it deep into his chest until he’s pierced layers of skin and bones and muscles, letting that sweet iron liquid seep out and drain him bit by bit next to his other half.

Please... don’t leave me... I don’t want to be alone...

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. But even as he holds him in his arms, he knows that it is too late. Skin once so warm is nothing but ice to the touch. Lips once so soft and pink are nothing but pale, dead petals. Eyes once so full of life and light and love are nothing but hollow wells void of emotion, no longer tethered to this realm. Fingers that once held his own are nothing but stiff digits incomprehensible of touch.

No... please... why did you leave me? Why am I alone?

He doesn’t know what to do... what should I do?

He has lost... everything. All that he had lived for is gone... all gone.

Please come back...

The world begins to darken... please...

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. He holds his other half, his lover, his best friend, cradling him back and forth. And he screams and cries and begs, shouts tearing apart the skies.

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Please take him now so he will never have to be without him... please... please... PLEASE!

The world darkens... take us now...

#Anonymous #does the world know my stage name or my real name {asks: yibo} #untilncxttime #death cw #[ did he die along with jiyang who knows ]

[thevictoryofthepeople]

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SEND “ !!! ” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS KISSING THEM IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE. | MEME OPEN ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. yibo ask - for jiyang | @untilncxttime​

☆:**:. The sudden osculation catches him off-guard. Sword raised quickly falls to his side as brain tries to catch up with the events now taking place though lips have certainly decided to move of their own accord. It is only after a tick that he realizes that it is JIYANG and suddenly the world seems to have lowered its volume. The clashing of swords and the screams of either despair or victory are drowned out by some bubble laid over the two. His arm subconsciously sweeps his other half close to him while pink petals match his lover’s own. It is just the two of them for a moment before thoughts finally make it to the present. He pulls back.

☆:**:. “What the hell was that for?” He groans though he’s not actually irritated. There’s movement behind JIYANG and he quickly slashes the other before any harm can befall on his other half. “If you promise not to die, then maybe I’ll return the kiss. Just try not to get stabbed.” He swiftly kisses his cheek before moving away to the middle of the battle. 

#untilncxttime #on the way to darkness {queue} #does the world know my stage name or my real name {asks: yibo}

[thevictoryofthepeople]

muse is dead, how are they dealing with it? not fucking WELL [ curtesy of jiyang ]

MY MUSE IS DEAD. TELL ME HOW YOURS IS DEALING WITH IT. | MEME OPEN ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. yibo ask - for jiyang | @untilncxttime

☆:**:. Living once again is odd, his mind aware of everything yet he’s detached completely from his body. But then again maybe alive isn’t the right word for what he is right now. A spectre simply floating around, given a chance to inspect the mortal realm once more - though he doesn’t know how or why. He can’t even recall the place he had been stuck in. The only things he’s able to remember had been swirling grey clouds, akin to smoke yet he had been able to breathe and see with clarity. He knows he had wandered aimlessly for days until he had seen a light so close by he could reach out and touch rays, feeling the warmth on his fingertips. Only for it to disappear and he had been plopped here - where is he?

☆:**:. He spins but the few who pass him simply move out of the way as if aware of his presence though they give no indication they see him. It’s frustrating to say the least. Not knowing where to go and not being able to ask for directions is an irritation he doesn’t want or need at the moment. He’s just about to ask whatever being had set him here to take him back to that void when he catches sight of a familiar face. 

☆:**:. His heart drops... feet soon follow after. He sneaks around as if there’s a chance he’ll be seen ( stupid when he knows that eyes will not fall on him but coming to face with... him... is too much at the moment ). The wine house is barely packed, a sprinkle of people here and there. But he cares for no one except a lone figure in black - still in mourning clothes, huh - sitting in front of a table laden with bottles of alcohol. Oh, my love...

☆:**:. He slowly makes his way over, still careful as he ambles towards him. But he’s frozen once he’s finally facing him. What has happened to his beloved? 

☆:**:. Sleep has clearly not been a friend, eyes bloodshot and insomnia a clear lover with the purple kisses it has left behind under his eyes - shadowy bruises that have chained JIYANG to many sleepless nights. Tear stained face is bright, streaks clearly visible against rose dappled cheeks dusted on by alcohol’s digits. Appearance seems clean and crisp but he can see the broken glaze in eyes clouded by weakened inhibitions and clear toxic liquid’s taste. My beloved...

☆:**:. He sits in front of him, gathering his robes. There is silence except for the gurgling of alcohol as it goes down JIYANG’s throat. YIBO watches him, the corners of his eyes drooping commas that threaten to spill tears from their place. His hand shakes desiring to reach out and hold him, to be the cure for his heartache.

☆:**:. But he can’t... he is stuck here. How long has it been since his death? Is this what he had been doing this entire time since he had been laid to rest?

☆:**:. He lets out a heavy sigh, the ache in his chest great as he remembers how he had fallen... An ally ready to strike a blow against JIYANG when he had not been looking. And then the feeling of the blade slipping through his ribs. Blood pouring, spewing from the large wound that had split skin open into a yawning mouth. He could have been saved if they had come right away. But it had been to no avail, the clashing metal and shouts drowning out JIYANG’s cries as he begged someone to help him. He had felt the fluttering hands around the deadly injury, the pressing of palms to keep the wound close but only for iron liquid to continuously seep through digits and stain clothes with crimson patterns. He had heard the flapping wings of death behind him, watched as it had consumed him, wrapped him up in its crepuscular embrace, and taken him away from the field leaving behind only a wisp of breath soon gone with a single touch. 

☆:**:. Last words... what had they been? But he doesn’t have much time to think when JIYANG lurches forward. Instinct immediately tries to catch him, forgetting that he cannot touch him. And when he slips through his fingers, his heart falls with it. There is a moment of silence before he realizes that the other has fallen asleep. Sighing, he watches him. The rise and fall of his chest as soft breaths whistle past slightly parted lips. His cheeks rosy from kisses of toxic drink. 

☆:**:. How he wishes to reach out and caress his face, give him one last kiss of longing... who had brought him back here for such pain? There is nothing he can do for his beloved, the awareness that he is incapable of doing anything for him immense and only burdens a heart already so weary with the entire scene. 

☆:**:. He leans forward, letting shadowy touch hover over his features. I miss you... He closes his eyes, taking a shaky breath to console himself. I miss you...

☆:**:. There is a tug and he looks down at his hands beginning to fade. No... But even as he tries to desperately grab JIYANG’s arm he continues to disappear bit by bit.

☆:**:. Please... He looks over and sees JIYANG awake. Eyes meet - can he see him through the haze of slumber and alcohol? Hand cups his face.

☆:**:. “I love you, JIYANG. I’ll see you again. I promise, my beloved. I promise... goodbye.” And with the last word, he sinks back into the world of fog.

#Anonymous #untilncxttime #does the world know my stage name or my real name {asks: yibo} #i wrote these codes for you {drabbles: yibo} #jibo {ship: yibo} #heart that moves me throughout the times {yibo x jiyang} #the rockstar hacker {misc: yibo}

[thevictoryofthepeople]

‘ you can’t keep blaming yourself… ‘ [ someone talking to Yibo post Jiyang’s death, any generation ]

send me   ‘ you can’t keep blaming yourself… ‘   for my muse’s reaction. | MEME OPEN ✶✳  yibo ask - for jiyang | @untilncxttime​  ✳✶

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· · · · · Liquor slides down the clan leader’s throat, burning as liquid’s tendrils begin the fire that can only come along with toxic drink of weakened inhibitions. Cheeks are bright, cherries that match the color of lips slightly open as he starts to slur out words in response to statement. A hiccup and a shake of his head... a mess, what kind of cultivator is he? But they had said it’s alright to grieve, to be like this especially when other half has departed from this realm. But it’s not something he wants nor is it something he needs... all he desires is for JIYANG’s soul to come back to this realm, where he’ll be able to hold him in his arms and beg for forgiveness for what he’s done, where he’ll be able to place kisses on his face, petals full of promises of never letting him go or turning his back on him. Too late... he’s too late...

· · · · · “Don’t blame myself?” He snorts, downing yet another glass. “Why would I not blame myself when his death is my fault? If I had not turned my back on him, he would be alive. We would still be... we would... we would be happy and I would not have this burden. I should have defied my father. I should have chosen the same path as my other half. Do not blame myself... no, everything is my fault and only mine. And if the heavens can hear me cry, I wish they grant my wish to see my other half... I simply want him back... back in my arms.” 

#untilncxttime #does the world know my stage name or my real name {asks: yibo}

[thevictoryofthepeople]

SEND A WORD AND I WILL WRITE A DRABBLE OR HEADCANON BASED ON IT - DOORS & REMOVE | MEME OPEN ✶✳  yibo ask - for jiyang | @untilncxttime​​  ✳✶

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And the Removal Became The Start of My Failure

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· · · · · The words ring in his ears, harsh and grating and not at all what he wanted. The letters fall on his ears, crashing like waves against beach’s surface, eroding rock until he’s left with hearing nothing but a roaring that his hands itch to scrape away; he keeps them by his side, not daring to raise them even an inch in front of the older figure before him.

· · · · · No, he must be dreaming of the whole thing. The sentences did not leave the other man’s lips. It’s simply not possible, especially when only tight line appears on his face - how could he have possibly spoken when it looks like he has said nothing?

· · · · · But eyes meet his father’s and they are not gentle - they have never been. Why is he pretending that he had not heard his father’s instructions? It had been clear.

· · · · · Abandon Jiyang... remove him from your life...

· · · · · But how can he do such a thing when that is his other half, the other piece of his heart? Their red strings of fate have been with them since they had been children, threaded around their frames and keeping them close no matter how wide the distance between them grows. It is unbreakable... he cannot snip it away, refuses to sever ties with the only other one who has made beating organ feel something, anything... feel love... 

· · · · · Yet his father had stated they had gotten too close, that his duties as a cultivator, as a clan leader, had been waning, his mind unfocused and broken all because of the other who had laid claim to his soul. 

· · · · · He refuses to believe it... He’s fine... he has to be...

· · · · · But ears burn and cheeks flame, embarrassed or full of shame... aren’t they the same? Eyes are hot, the corners licked with fire, the crystalline drops ready to fall with just another blink. Mark his skin and leave behind salty tracks.

· · · · · Remove him...

· · · · · Betray him? Can he even break him? Will he even let himself do such a thing?

· · · · · Remove him...

· · · · · He can’t...

· · · · · What else will he have left without Jiyang by his side? 

· · · · · “HUANG YIBO! Did you hear me or not? Will you follow my orders or defy me?”

· · · · · The young man startles, so far gone in his head that he hadn’t noticed his father snapping at him several times.

· · · · · In the presence of his father, he is a cowering child trying desperately to curl into a ball, collect proportions to simply fold into himself. A coward... how fitting for him.

· · · · · “Leave Jiyang behind. He will be your downfall and when that happens, I will not be there to save you. End this foolishness now before you break everything meant for you.”

· · · · · “But-”

· · · · · Eyes flash and then a blur. His cheek stings, skin now tender when he presses digits against the mark. “Do not disobey me,” he growls. “How dare my son defy me? Shame me? Are you not the next leader of this clan or do I no longer have a child?”

· · · · · He looks away. Do not cry...

· · · · · “I will obey,” he finally murmurs after a tick. 

· · · · · The older man smirks - how he wishes to wipe the smug look off his face. “I have done this for you. Remember this. You will fail with him by your side.” His father spins on his heels and walks away, leaving behind the young boy broken. 

· · · · · He falls to his knees, the energy gone from limbs. Betrayal, removal... a coward with a mask of pretend strength. 

· · · · · He is in pain... so much pain. What can he do... 

· · · · · I have already failed by choosing to let him go... 

#does the world know my stage name or my real name {asks: yibo} #i wrote these codes for you {drabbles: yibo} #jibo {ship: yibo} #heart that moves me throughout the times {yibo x jiyang} #the rockstar hacker {misc: yibo} #untilncxttime

[thevictoryofthepeople]

SEND A WORD AND I WILL WRITE A DRABBLE OR HEADCANON BASED ON IT - DOORS & REMOVE | MEME OPEN  ✶✳  yibo ask - for jiyang | @untilncxttime​  ✳✶

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The Never Ending Doors I Walk Through For You

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· · · · · A revolving door made of wood, never able to see what lies on the other side. A turn of the knob the only way to reveal mystery though for YIBO such a thing no longer exists. Because he always knows what - or who - can be found beyond his reach: his other half. No matter the centuries or the times in between that expand and compress, he will always find the other half of his heart, the one he’s always fated to be. All he needs is the swing of the door open and there he’ll be - the start of a beautiful love between two souls who are always meant to be together.

· · · · · Yet somehow everything is still in turmoil for the two even with such grace promised to be part of their story. The doors in front are constantly heavy, a perpetual struggle of pushing it open to show fated lover; and at times a mass of obstacles that seem giddy with delight at the prospect of blocking him from reaching out towards his beloved, always mocking at the agony he must endure to simply be with him. 

· · · · · It is never easy. Especially not when the closing of one door ends in death, that beautiful winged devil that comes along with beckoning hands and sickly-sweet smile paired with saddened droop of the corners of eyes; it is confusing to know if death sympathizes or pities him. The same being that always takes the soul of his lover once last wisps of breath blows past lips drained of color. The one who holds body close to chest and watches as YIBO cries heart out for him to be alive again, reaching deep within chest and opening white-rib cell to offer up beating heart as a sacrifice to have JIYANG back. Cradles JIYANG and whispers how he will see him again through another door, uncaring for the tears that stream down face and leave behind salty tracks against pale face contorted in need and want and desperation for him to return back into his arms. 

· · · · · The pain is a never-ending excruciating blow, one he must cycle through with each door he passes - it is part of their tale. And crystalline drops will forever mark his skin, sometimes accompanied by the flecks of crimson created by tip of sword’s blade, and other times, it’s companion is only mere silence before that too leaves and only crushing loneliness blankets him. 

· · · · · But it’s always worth it, always worth the suffering and pain, always worth tangled in mess just to have him in his arms and allow caress of cheeks and soft lips sprinkled with saccharine goodness that he wishes to always capture with own bowed lips. To see those eyes that shine with affection and softness is always worth dropping the façade of stone and nonchalance that mark personality and follows him throughout the generations and doors he always walks through. Because what better person to see true self than the one destiny has stamped as his soulmate? A new generation and he still has him - he will forever be his.

· · · · · He knows deep within his heart - no, his soul - that he will continue to cross doors just to be with him, only him.

· · · · · And when the last door comes along... no, he cannot imagine such a thing. For it is a fear that one day the dark angel of afterlife will cross the threshold, and when he reaches for the door it will remain closed to him forever - the last sight oily wings and the still body of the one whose red string of fate has finally been severed from his own.

· · · · · But that day... he hopes it will never come at all. The doors must always revolve... always.

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☆:**:. “I tried building a hoverboard once but when I finally got on it, the center fell open and I slipped through. Good thing it wasn’t that high but I definitely did not expect that. Honestly, I think if someone painted wings on it, maybe it would have worked better or something.”

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SEND ME “&” FOR MY MUSES REACTION TO YOURS TRACING ONE OF THEIR SCARS. | MEME OPEN ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. yibo ask - for jiyang | @untilncxttime

☆:**:. The touch is light, a fleeting shadow against the jagged scar on his back courtesy of whip’s lash struck by own father’s hand. It had been a while since such a blow has been delivered, weeks of healing a process. In the end, it had left raised skin threaded with threats - do not see JIYANG again. But he had defied the order, the ache in his chest a much greater pain than the mark on his skin; he’ll endure all the hits in the world if he can just see his other half once more. 

☆:**:. But the tracing is odd - or at least he’s tense, scared of the questions that may arise - and guilt settles in the pit of his stomach. He does not want him to think it had happened because of him. Gently, he reaches over to grab his hand. “What are you doing?” he whispers, turning around and laying head against his shoulder. He had come dead of the night to see him after so many weeks. He wants to stay in this calm. “Aren’t you tired?” He wishes to avoid questions about his brand. But can he truly hide anything from his beloved?

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