Wings
Title: Wings
Pairing: none.
Rating: pg-13 ig
Summary: taint the untainted.
A/N: ilhoon is thinking, but it doesn't say his name anywhere in this. this is short & bad and i'm sorry but i need to get back into the habit of writing so yeah. gonna put a fic out everyday (or try to, at least)
Lim Hyunsik was an angel. Each of his quirks a feather on his massive wings.
His first feather, how his eyes crinkled in the corners like little crow's feet when he smiled. The second, the way his nose scrunched when he didn't like something. Third, the way life shown through every smile, every glance, every touch aimed towards me. I could practically feel his warm love radiating through his very being. I almost regretted the strange need to flaw what could only be described as perfect.
I remember the day we met; he'd smiled at me so brightly that I could have sworn it took my breath away. It were as though I'd been out in the heat for too long, the sweat and irritation tagged along as well. Vaguely, I recall telling him he looked like an imbecile with those damned goggles around his neck. He'd just laughed at that. It was exasperating to see that smile so much.
I'd been a wilted white rose. My cold heart unacquainted with a love so humble and so sweet. Innocence were the names of the wings painted across his back, that held him so high no one could ever hope to touch him. Not even I, the one who would fly with my tainted wings, the ones that spoke of impurities and vulgarity. Of filth.
He was the sun. He was my guardian angel. I, his black demons, constricting him until I felt he would pop. I imagined those beautiful rays would shine through the tears in his skin, or his feathers would begin to die and decay and he were left with nothing but poor, shriveled excuses for what I would have once called his stunning white wings.
I imagined breaking him. Drawing him to his ending by shooting him down every chance I got, berating him, calling him a worthless, pathetic excuse for a human. Even though he was truly the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. He made me feel pitiful- he made me feel weak and powerless. All because of those fucking feathers.
Hyunsik was practically asking to be destroyed.
I wanted to build a newer, more improved version. One with sharp edges and a vicious smile. Black, heartless eyes. Claws and scratches instead of soft finger pads and gentle touches.
How satisfying that would be.
Pairing: none.
Rating: pg-13 ig
Summary: taint the untainted.
A/N: ilhoon is thinking, but it doesn't say his name anywhere in this. this is short & bad and i'm sorry but i need to get back into the habit of writing so yeah. gonna put a fic out everyday (or try to, at least)
Lim Hyunsik was an angel. Each of his quirks a feather on his massive wings.
His first feather, how his eyes crinkled in the corners like little crow's feet when he smiled. The second, the way his nose scrunched when he didn't like something. Third, the way life shown through every smile, every glance, every touch aimed towards me. I could practically feel his warm love radiating through his very being. I almost regretted the strange need to flaw what could only be described as perfect.
I remember the day we met; he'd smiled at me so brightly that I could have sworn it took my breath away. It were as though I'd been out in the heat for too long, the sweat and irritation tagged along as well. Vaguely, I recall telling him he looked like an imbecile with those damned goggles around his neck. He'd just laughed at that. It was exasperating to see that smile so much.
I'd been a wilted white rose. My cold heart unacquainted with a love so humble and so sweet. Innocence were the names of the wings painted across his back, that held him so high no one could ever hope to touch him. Not even I, the one who would fly with my tainted wings, the ones that spoke of impurities and vulgarity. Of filth.
He was the sun. He was my guardian angel. I, his black demons, constricting him until I felt he would pop. I imagined those beautiful rays would shine through the tears in his skin, or his feathers would begin to die and decay and he were left with nothing but poor, shriveled excuses for what I would have once called his stunning white wings.
I imagined breaking him. Drawing him to his ending by shooting him down every chance I got, berating him, calling him a worthless, pathetic excuse for a human. Even though he was truly the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. He made me feel pitiful- he made me feel weak and powerless. All because of those fucking feathers.
Hyunsik was practically asking to be destroyed.
I wanted to build a newer, more improved version. One with sharp edges and a vicious smile. Black, heartless eyes. Claws and scratches instead of soft finger pads and gentle touches.
How satisfying that would be.