skylight
skylight;
(exo/vixx) lay/leo;
taekwoon thinks yixing is otherworldly.
☆ originally posted here. slightly edited.
Tonight’s sky is exceptionally clear.
Yixing lies down on the carpet of his home and stares through the glass panel, eyes boring into the endless spread of ultramarine sky above him. Teeny tiny white dots that litter the infinitely dark canvas blink at him from thousands of light years away. He hums softly as he inspects the sparkly spread through the skylight.
All lights in his home are switched off. He likes it better when the soft moonlight glow bathes him in its kind effulgence, silvery rays penetrating through the skylight atop him. He likes this kind of rare serenity. He likes it even more when there’s a body pressing snugly beside him, the other’s breath the only sound his ears are willing to take note of.
Taekwoon easily slips his fingers through the gaps between Yixing’s and like a puzzle, they fit perfectly. Yixing smiles as he tilts his head ever so slightly, letting his cheek graze Taekwoon’s bony shoulder. They continue to observe the sky quietly and time seems to halt as they delve deep into the stellar night.
“Tell me, Taekwoon,” Yixing whispers, voice nearly inaudible to his own ears but he’s not worried because Taekwoon never misses a word that he utters. “What are you seeing right now?”
Taekwoon lets out a breathy exhale of air. He blinks a few times, trying to form a string of words to convey to the other.
“The sky is remarkably beautiful, as always,” he begins, lips curling to form a fond smile. “Beyond the clouds, the backdrop is dyed lapis lazuli. There’s a rosette nebula nearby. I think it’s a few light years away from us. Yixing, it’s undeniably the most extraordinary thing, ever. I spot a few nebula clouds too but they’re too far away to make out, and God, the colors are stunning. It’s like a mix of greens and yellows and ambers and of course, there’s purples too. And Venus is especially bright!”
Yixing chuckles as Taekwoon rambles on and on like a child who’s visiting the planetarium for the first time and can’t get his hands off the telescope.
“Must be nice to be a vampire,” Yixing teases, poking at Taekwoon’s arm. “You could see lots of otherworldly things.”
Taekwoon rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “It’s better to be human, though,” he counters. Then, he shifts to his side, causing Yixing to perk up in surprise. He lets his free hand rest at the small of the younger’s back, pulling him closer. Yixing is quiet, only his slightly jagged breathing filters through Taekwoon’s sharp ears. Taekwoon stares at the other’s blushing face, a minuscule version of a rosette nebula beautifully blooming on Yixing’s cheeks, and Taekwoon traces every single fine blood vein webbing across Yixing’s face with his eyes.
Yixing’s dark orbs reflect the stars from above them and Taekwoon finds that the microscopic stars in Yixing’s eyes are a thousand-fold brighter, the constellations a whole lot clearer. He’s in wonder; he feels like he’s looking at a whole new galaxy, a whole new world at his arm’s length.
Taekwoon decides that Yixing is otherworldly.
“You’re doing it again,” Yixing mumbles, snapping Taekwoon out of his personal stargazing session. “Stop it, it’s embarrassing.”
“What?” Taekwoon asks, mirth lacing his voice. He knows exactly what Yixing meant but he loves it every time Yixing’s cheeks sport that rosette nebula cloud, honest and unhidden.
Yixing huffs in embarrassment, burying his face at the crook of Taekwoon’s neck. Wild strands of Taekwoon’s dark hair tickle his face and he hears the other’s soft laughter reverberating across the room. Yixing feels his heart skip a few beats. He imagines it must sound like explosions of infinitesimal supernovae to Taekwoon.
“You’re so childish,” Yixing mutters under his breath. “I can’t believe you’re 500 years older than me.”
Taekwoon gasps. “Yixing! Do your math properly! It’s 493. I’m 493 years older, all right? Stop making me sound as old as the universe.”
Yixing laughs loudly, the tinkling sound of his laughter accompanying Taekwoon’s ceaseless complaints. Under the skylight, they curl up against each other and an inevitable thought crosses Taekwoon’s mind; he wants to spend the next 500 years like this, with a certain human warm and pliant in his embrace. Taekwoon makes sure to wish upon the falling star when he sees one dashing across the sky.
‘Please slow down the time.’
It’s his little secret.
- cries lay/leo makes such a cute ship (i call them layeo quq) wait no vixxo basically would make lots of cute ships //o\\
- thank you for reading!
(exo/vixx) lay/leo;
taekwoon thinks yixing is otherworldly.
☆ originally posted here. slightly edited.
Tonight’s sky is exceptionally clear.
Yixing lies down on the carpet of his home and stares through the glass panel, eyes boring into the endless spread of ultramarine sky above him. Teeny tiny white dots that litter the infinitely dark canvas blink at him from thousands of light years away. He hums softly as he inspects the sparkly spread through the skylight.
All lights in his home are switched off. He likes it better when the soft moonlight glow bathes him in its kind effulgence, silvery rays penetrating through the skylight atop him. He likes this kind of rare serenity. He likes it even more when there’s a body pressing snugly beside him, the other’s breath the only sound his ears are willing to take note of.
Taekwoon easily slips his fingers through the gaps between Yixing’s and like a puzzle, they fit perfectly. Yixing smiles as he tilts his head ever so slightly, letting his cheek graze Taekwoon’s bony shoulder. They continue to observe the sky quietly and time seems to halt as they delve deep into the stellar night.
“Tell me, Taekwoon,” Yixing whispers, voice nearly inaudible to his own ears but he’s not worried because Taekwoon never misses a word that he utters. “What are you seeing right now?”
Taekwoon lets out a breathy exhale of air. He blinks a few times, trying to form a string of words to convey to the other.
“The sky is remarkably beautiful, as always,” he begins, lips curling to form a fond smile. “Beyond the clouds, the backdrop is dyed lapis lazuli. There’s a rosette nebula nearby. I think it’s a few light years away from us. Yixing, it’s undeniably the most extraordinary thing, ever. I spot a few nebula clouds too but they’re too far away to make out, and God, the colors are stunning. It’s like a mix of greens and yellows and ambers and of course, there’s purples too. And Venus is especially bright!”
Yixing chuckles as Taekwoon rambles on and on like a child who’s visiting the planetarium for the first time and can’t get his hands off the telescope.
“Must be nice to be a vampire,” Yixing teases, poking at Taekwoon’s arm. “You could see lots of otherworldly things.”
Taekwoon rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “It’s better to be human, though,” he counters. Then, he shifts to his side, causing Yixing to perk up in surprise. He lets his free hand rest at the small of the younger’s back, pulling him closer. Yixing is quiet, only his slightly jagged breathing filters through Taekwoon’s sharp ears. Taekwoon stares at the other’s blushing face, a minuscule version of a rosette nebula beautifully blooming on Yixing’s cheeks, and Taekwoon traces every single fine blood vein webbing across Yixing’s face with his eyes.
Yixing’s dark orbs reflect the stars from above them and Taekwoon finds that the microscopic stars in Yixing’s eyes are a thousand-fold brighter, the constellations a whole lot clearer. He’s in wonder; he feels like he’s looking at a whole new galaxy, a whole new world at his arm’s length.
Taekwoon decides that Yixing is otherworldly.
“You’re doing it again,” Yixing mumbles, snapping Taekwoon out of his personal stargazing session. “Stop it, it’s embarrassing.”
“What?” Taekwoon asks, mirth lacing his voice. He knows exactly what Yixing meant but he loves it every time Yixing’s cheeks sport that rosette nebula cloud, honest and unhidden.
Yixing huffs in embarrassment, burying his face at the crook of Taekwoon’s neck. Wild strands of Taekwoon’s dark hair tickle his face and he hears the other’s soft laughter reverberating across the room. Yixing feels his heart skip a few beats. He imagines it must sound like explosions of infinitesimal supernovae to Taekwoon.
“You’re so childish,” Yixing mutters under his breath. “I can’t believe you’re 500 years older than me.”
Taekwoon gasps. “Yixing! Do your math properly! It’s 493. I’m 493 years older, all right? Stop making me sound as old as the universe.”
Yixing laughs loudly, the tinkling sound of his laughter accompanying Taekwoon’s ceaseless complaints. Under the skylight, they curl up against each other and an inevitable thought crosses Taekwoon’s mind; he wants to spend the next 500 years like this, with a certain human warm and pliant in his embrace. Taekwoon makes sure to wish upon the falling star when he sees one dashing across the sky.
‘Please slow down the time.’
It’s his little secret.
- cries lay/leo makes such a cute ship (i call them layeo quq) wait no vixxo basically would make lots of cute ships //o\\
- thank you for reading!