#M23: i wander the waters, catching winds in my sail.
From: Anonymous until reveals
Title: i wander the waters, catching winds in my sail.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Like the sun rises in the east and the river flows to the sea, Luhan will always be with Sehun.
prologue
He is a lonesome pirate, until one morning, his famous ship crashes upon rocky seashores, and it is just a sailboat with sixteen notebooks filled cover to cover in boyish handwriting.
The world rips those notebooks apart, cruelly and ruthlessly, because of course, he is a pirate and must be put to justice. The books are his criminal records, and everywhere, people scramble to keep up with these news.
The pages are mostly damaged by saltwater, and the men and women with white gloves and glistening instruments are careful to preserve them. But when the notebooks are delivered to scan and decipher in pristine examination laboratories, there is no purpose for such precision.
The books are so merely the shards of a lost boy’s sad, lonely, broken heart, as harmless as seaglass from his years wandering the waters and catching the winds in his little sailboat, looking for someone with stars in his eyes.
Some entries are in black ink, on some pages so thick it spills and smudges and on others so faint it renders indiscernible, save for the ridges and valleys the pentip leaves on the paper. Some entries are in charcoal pencil, in writing or in drawings of the same beautiful boy - the artwork is unpracticed, but the artist seems deeply familiar with the slopes and curves of his muse’s face. And still yet, some entries are not by hand at all, but broken seashells or fallen feathers pressed between the pages.
But on the inside of each of the sixteen notebooks, in careful block letters, writes the same few words - “TO LUHAN. FROM SEHUN.”
As if the pirate were afraid that whoever the books were intended for might miss it.
interlude
There were good days and bad days, and he kept them all in his notebooks.
The good days wrote of an afternoon the sky and sea were the very same blue, a cruise ship setting off a thousand fireworks in the night, and the waves washing a handful of exquisite seashells upon his deck that April day. The bad days wrote of an especially terrible rainstorm and a thunderbolt that struck too close to his sailboat, and when he stood up on the deck and yelled until he was hoarse, but there was hardly an echo across the waters.
They are not so much journal entries as they are letters written to a lost lover, and not so much letters as they are words poured onto pages to quiet his chattering heart. When even words fail him, he remembers the way his lover looked in light and shadows, in happiness and in tears, and that is enough to put him down on paper too.
You are still with me. He writes. And for as long as I love you, you will be with me.
But still, he aches for his laughter in his ear and their heartbeats off rhythm, and there is always a hollow crater in his chest the shape of his lover’s promises. He loves him so much, and that is enough to stay afloat at sea.
interlude
He sees his lover’s eyes in the constellations and remembers the nights they spent together, tangled up under the blankets and the entire universe in each other’s arms. Dawn breaks upon his sailboat, and the sunlight warms his skin like his lover’s hands.
To Sehun, everything is Luhan. There is nowhere to look without seeing him first, and there is nothing to touch without feeling him first. In the silence, he hears his laugh and his voice singsonging his name. It keeps him sane.
The sky looks like you tonight, glittering with an infinite number of stars. The sea does, too, every night, sparkling at every catch of the moonlight. You are missing from me, in every way possible. He writes.
He sails in the wake of what once was, chasing for it to be again.
interlude
“If you disappeared one day, where would you have gone?”
“Somewhere where there is light and water, I’d like to think.”
His head is in his lap, his hair between his fingers, and when he looks up at him and at the warmth dancing in his smile, he is so sure he will never leave. Like the sun rises in the east and the river flows to the sea, Luhan will always be with Sehun.
But some years later, as he sails infinitely towards the dazzling, sunrisen horizon between sky and sea, where light and water meet, searching endlessly for the boy he thought would never leave, he is crying.
If people ask, tell them the sunrise on the sea is just much too bright. He writes. But if he asks, please tell him I cry because I miss him so dearly. He hates to see me cry. He will come back then, if only to kiss me better.
He looks up and swears a flock of scarlet-beaked birds take flight all at once, white wings shining golden as they beat against the rising sun. He squints and swears he is at the edge of the horizon. He reaches out and touches the glowing water, and swears, it is not the salt of the sea on his lips, but a kiss.
He falls into the water, desperate and lovely, as if he were falling into his lover’s arms.
epilogue
How had a heartbroken boy in a two-sailor boat become a pirate with fleets of stolen gold? Because the world loves to destroy beautiful things - and so when they see a lone boat on the water, they do not see the boy singing lullabies to himself, nor the tears in his eyes as he wanders further into the waters. They see a criminal, threatening what they think is theirs.
The waters have taken his boat and world has taken his journals, but they no longer matter. Because away from them, at the bottom of the deep sea or somewhere full of light, Sehun has found Luhan again.
the end
Author’s Note: i’m so happy to be writing for selubration again, i’ll always be here for them ♡
Title: i wander the waters, catching winds in my sail.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Like the sun rises in the east and the river flows to the sea, Luhan will always be with Sehun.
prologue
He is a lonesome pirate, until one morning, his famous ship crashes upon rocky seashores, and it is just a sailboat with sixteen notebooks filled cover to cover in boyish handwriting.
The world rips those notebooks apart, cruelly and ruthlessly, because of course, he is a pirate and must be put to justice. The books are his criminal records, and everywhere, people scramble to keep up with these news.
The pages are mostly damaged by saltwater, and the men and women with white gloves and glistening instruments are careful to preserve them. But when the notebooks are delivered to scan and decipher in pristine examination laboratories, there is no purpose for such precision.
The books are so merely the shards of a lost boy’s sad, lonely, broken heart, as harmless as seaglass from his years wandering the waters and catching the winds in his little sailboat, looking for someone with stars in his eyes.
Some entries are in black ink, on some pages so thick it spills and smudges and on others so faint it renders indiscernible, save for the ridges and valleys the pentip leaves on the paper. Some entries are in charcoal pencil, in writing or in drawings of the same beautiful boy - the artwork is unpracticed, but the artist seems deeply familiar with the slopes and curves of his muse’s face. And still yet, some entries are not by hand at all, but broken seashells or fallen feathers pressed between the pages.
But on the inside of each of the sixteen notebooks, in careful block letters, writes the same few words - “TO LUHAN. FROM SEHUN.”
As if the pirate were afraid that whoever the books were intended for might miss it.
interlude
There were good days and bad days, and he kept them all in his notebooks.
The good days wrote of an afternoon the sky and sea were the very same blue, a cruise ship setting off a thousand fireworks in the night, and the waves washing a handful of exquisite seashells upon his deck that April day. The bad days wrote of an especially terrible rainstorm and a thunderbolt that struck too close to his sailboat, and when he stood up on the deck and yelled until he was hoarse, but there was hardly an echo across the waters.
They are not so much journal entries as they are letters written to a lost lover, and not so much letters as they are words poured onto pages to quiet his chattering heart. When even words fail him, he remembers the way his lover looked in light and shadows, in happiness and in tears, and that is enough to put him down on paper too.
You are still with me. He writes. And for as long as I love you, you will be with me.
But still, he aches for his laughter in his ear and their heartbeats off rhythm, and there is always a hollow crater in his chest the shape of his lover’s promises. He loves him so much, and that is enough to stay afloat at sea.
interlude
He sees his lover’s eyes in the constellations and remembers the nights they spent together, tangled up under the blankets and the entire universe in each other’s arms. Dawn breaks upon his sailboat, and the sunlight warms his skin like his lover’s hands.
To Sehun, everything is Luhan. There is nowhere to look without seeing him first, and there is nothing to touch without feeling him first. In the silence, he hears his laugh and his voice singsonging his name. It keeps him sane.
The sky looks like you tonight, glittering with an infinite number of stars. The sea does, too, every night, sparkling at every catch of the moonlight. You are missing from me, in every way possible. He writes.
He sails in the wake of what once was, chasing for it to be again.
interlude
“If you disappeared one day, where would you have gone?”
“Somewhere where there is light and water, I’d like to think.”
His head is in his lap, his hair between his fingers, and when he looks up at him and at the warmth dancing in his smile, he is so sure he will never leave. Like the sun rises in the east and the river flows to the sea, Luhan will always be with Sehun.
But some years later, as he sails infinitely towards the dazzling, sunrisen horizon between sky and sea, where light and water meet, searching endlessly for the boy he thought would never leave, he is crying.
If people ask, tell them the sunrise on the sea is just much too bright. He writes. But if he asks, please tell him I cry because I miss him so dearly. He hates to see me cry. He will come back then, if only to kiss me better.
He looks up and swears a flock of scarlet-beaked birds take flight all at once, white wings shining golden as they beat against the rising sun. He squints and swears he is at the edge of the horizon. He reaches out and touches the glowing water, and swears, it is not the salt of the sea on his lips, but a kiss.
He falls into the water, desperate and lovely, as if he were falling into his lover’s arms.
epilogue
How had a heartbroken boy in a two-sailor boat become a pirate with fleets of stolen gold? Because the world loves to destroy beautiful things - and so when they see a lone boat on the water, they do not see the boy singing lullabies to himself, nor the tears in his eyes as he wanders further into the waters. They see a criminal, threatening what they think is theirs.
The waters have taken his boat and world has taken his journals, but they no longer matter. Because away from them, at the bottom of the deep sea or somewhere full of light, Sehun has found Luhan again.
the end
Author’s Note: i’m so happy to be writing for selubration again, i’ll always be here for them ♡