[drabble] silver and red
Title: silver and red
Length: 392 words
Pairing: Byun Baekhyun, Huang Zitao
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine except for the plot and the writing.
Summary: Baekhyun dances recklessly under the ruined lifeless sky.
A/N: I don't know what to make of this to be honest. I don't know what to make of myself half of the time either. I couldn't sleep and it was four in the morning already so I got up and wrote. Now I need greasy breakfast (-__-;)
The stars have burned their habitat into a pitch black canvas of emptiness, silver ashes falling on top of a crumbled ground, and Baekhyun dances recklessly under the ruined lifeless sky. Damp blond hair sticks wildly on his flushed face, sweats covering his illumining body, laughter rotten and shrill; Zitao running after him in terror.
Slow, too slow. Sharp voice of Baekhyun says and Zitao frantically reaches out his hands to try and catch Baekhyun's thin wrists: hands that are covered with fractures of lifeless stars, falling down, falling down, falling slowly down.
Hyung! Wait! But Baekhyun won't stop, won't look back, won't listen. He keeps on spinning, spinning, spinning away; and tiny stars are falling down, falling down, falling down hard. Crumbled. Lifeless. Destroyed under Baekhyun's permeable soles.
I'm going, Zitao. Bruised lips say, dark eyes twinkle, smile turns feline. Watch me, Zitao, watch me go. And Baekhyun springs away, leaps forward, away, away, too fast, too far away, too out of reach, dances among the losses and the ruins, heels digging, painting red in their wakes.
Zitao sees sparkles in Baekhyun's eyes and knows it's madness, but he keeps on running, following, reaching for Baekhyun's drifting form. Hyung! Don't go! Tremble is Zitao's horse voice, eyes fills with panic. Please! But Baekhyun only looks ahead, laughter cutting edge, cutting Zitao's heart, painting red, red, red. Red everywhere. Don't go.
Don't leave me.
Baekhyun dances still, soaring away with raw energy like caged animal being let loose, crushing all that's left in his pass. I'm going. Piercing shouts, eyes wide and frenzy. There's nothing left for me. Maniac laughter. This is the end. White shirt is torn into shred, dyed black with the remnants of shiny dust: soul lost and hopes die.
Desperate, Zitao moans aloud, heartbreaks, fingers snatching at Baekhyun's ragged sleeve and it falls apart, falls away, rived from its once glorious beautiful form, no more than a small memento in Zitao's sweating palm. Hyung! Zitao screams.
And Baekhyun turns, finally, his smiles unexpectedly soft, but his eyes reflect nothing but the deepest darkness of his soul. Don't close your eyes, Taozi. You need to open them and see. And he leaps back, legs kicking forward, soaring away like a white dove, only to swiftly disappear at the edge of the world, falling down hard like the burning stars.
Started: 130819
Finished: 130819
Length: 392 words
Pairing: Byun Baekhyun, Huang Zitao
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine except for the plot and the writing.
Summary: Baekhyun dances recklessly under the ruined lifeless sky.
A/N: I don't know what to make of this to be honest. I don't know what to make of myself half of the time either. I couldn't sleep and it was four in the morning already so I got up and wrote. Now I need greasy breakfast (-__-;)
The stars have burned their habitat into a pitch black canvas of emptiness, silver ashes falling on top of a crumbled ground, and Baekhyun dances recklessly under the ruined lifeless sky. Damp blond hair sticks wildly on his flushed face, sweats covering his illumining body, laughter rotten and shrill; Zitao running after him in terror.
Slow, too slow. Sharp voice of Baekhyun says and Zitao frantically reaches out his hands to try and catch Baekhyun's thin wrists: hands that are covered with fractures of lifeless stars, falling down, falling down, falling slowly down.
Hyung! Wait! But Baekhyun won't stop, won't look back, won't listen. He keeps on spinning, spinning, spinning away; and tiny stars are falling down, falling down, falling down hard. Crumbled. Lifeless. Destroyed under Baekhyun's permeable soles.
I'm going, Zitao. Bruised lips say, dark eyes twinkle, smile turns feline. Watch me, Zitao, watch me go. And Baekhyun springs away, leaps forward, away, away, too fast, too far away, too out of reach, dances among the losses and the ruins, heels digging, painting red in their wakes.
Zitao sees sparkles in Baekhyun's eyes and knows it's madness, but he keeps on running, following, reaching for Baekhyun's drifting form. Hyung! Don't go! Tremble is Zitao's horse voice, eyes fills with panic. Please! But Baekhyun only looks ahead, laughter cutting edge, cutting Zitao's heart, painting red, red, red. Red everywhere. Don't go.
Don't leave me.
Baekhyun dances still, soaring away with raw energy like caged animal being let loose, crushing all that's left in his pass. I'm going. Piercing shouts, eyes wide and frenzy. There's nothing left for me. Maniac laughter. This is the end. White shirt is torn into shred, dyed black with the remnants of shiny dust: soul lost and hopes die.
Desperate, Zitao moans aloud, heartbreaks, fingers snatching at Baekhyun's ragged sleeve and it falls apart, falls away, rived from its once glorious beautiful form, no more than a small memento in Zitao's sweating palm. Hyung! Zitao screams.
And Baekhyun turns, finally, his smiles unexpectedly soft, but his eyes reflect nothing but the deepest darkness of his soul. Don't close your eyes, Taozi. You need to open them and see. And he leaps back, legs kicking forward, soaring away like a white dove, only to swiftly disappear at the edge of the world, falling down hard like the burning stars.
Started: 130819
Finished: 130819