058. Lies
#058. Lies Siwon/Siwon
Fic: 3/100
A/N: Beta-ed by my biffle trixteratheart. I'm not much of an angst writer but the prompt was just so angsty. I couldn't resist me so I wrote it in economics. You have the right to stone me if you hate it.
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They say mirrors can never lie; and as he stared at his haggard reflection, dark eyes clouded, evidence of his internal turmoil, and lips pressed into a thin white line, he knew it was true.
“I’ve done nothing wrong,” he whispered to his reflection, eyes roving over the smooth surface for unattainable confirmation. A dark chuckle rose from the back of his mind, contradicting the statement.
“I have not sinned. I have not betrayed God,” he repeated, vainly hoping that such words were true and he could believe them.
The voice hummed softly in amused appeasement, quietly mocking him and the things he told himself.
“It’s not-that’s not-I have betrayed God.”
His weak protests only served to increase the mirth within, allowing the sarcastic laughter to crescendo until it filled his ears. Helplessly, he shook his head and ran a tired hand over his face, trying to ignore the laughter. His reflection scornfully mimicked him, taunting his current disposition.
“God loves me,” he whispered, voice cracking as an edge of desperation seeped in. “He loves me. He does.”
But as slender yet muscular arms slipped around his waist and warm brown eyes peered over his shoulder with a worried frown, the thing inside crowed joyously at the hypocrisy.
And as soft lips brushed against his ears murmuring concerned questions in a gentle accent before pressing a kiss to his neck, the voice finally spoke.
Liar… The single word was faintly hissed, accusatorily, smugly, disdainfully. Lies…
And when he turned around, desperately seeking those compliant lips, a moan escaping his mouth when they finally met, he knew that no matter what he told himself, he was going straight to hell. And that voice, the dark chuckle which constantly haunted the innermost parts of his mind, spoke nothing but the truth.
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Ahh I had pre-ordered SJM's album and I can't wait for it to arrive!!! I really want the free folder so I carry it around school and have people give me weird looks since I go to a predominantly white school. lol
Fic: 3/100
A/N: Beta-ed by my biffle trixteratheart. I'm not much of an angst writer but the prompt was just so angsty. I couldn't resist me so I wrote it in economics. You have the right to stone me if you hate it.
~~~~~~~~~~
They say mirrors can never lie; and as he stared at his haggard reflection, dark eyes clouded, evidence of his internal turmoil, and lips pressed into a thin white line, he knew it was true.
“I’ve done nothing wrong,” he whispered to his reflection, eyes roving over the smooth surface for unattainable confirmation. A dark chuckle rose from the back of his mind, contradicting the statement.
“I have not sinned. I have not betrayed God,” he repeated, vainly hoping that such words were true and he could believe them.
The voice hummed softly in amused appeasement, quietly mocking him and the things he told himself.
“It’s not-that’s not-I have betrayed God.”
His weak protests only served to increase the mirth within, allowing the sarcastic laughter to crescendo until it filled his ears. Helplessly, he shook his head and ran a tired hand over his face, trying to ignore the laughter. His reflection scornfully mimicked him, taunting his current disposition.
“God loves me,” he whispered, voice cracking as an edge of desperation seeped in. “He loves me. He does.”
But as slender yet muscular arms slipped around his waist and warm brown eyes peered over his shoulder with a worried frown, the thing inside crowed joyously at the hypocrisy.
And as soft lips brushed against his ears murmuring concerned questions in a gentle accent before pressing a kiss to his neck, the voice finally spoke.
Liar… The single word was faintly hissed, accusatorily, smugly, disdainfully. Lies…
And when he turned around, desperately seeking those compliant lips, a moan escaping his mouth when they finally met, he knew that no matter what he told himself, he was going straight to hell. And that voice, the dark chuckle which constantly haunted the innermost parts of his mind, spoke nothing but the truth.
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Ahh I had pre-ordered SJM's album and I can't wait for it to arrive!!! I really want the free folder so I carry it around school and have people give me weird looks since I go to a predominantly white school. lol