Silent Castles and Cool Stone
This is another piece I wrote based on omgorgasm's beautiful holiday photos over here . This is part 2 of the Hanhae and a followup of Empty Beaches and Warm Sand but it can be read as an one shot. =D
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Silent Castles and Cool Stone
There was a soft mist that hung in the fresh morning air and it clung to their skin, a cool shimmer like butterfly wings. There was a chill that still lingered slightly and their breath escaped from their lips in indistinct wisps of white that melded into nothing. Donghae blew out long breaths, trying to paint pictures in the air and there’s a great bellow of soft white smudging his pictures as Hankyung laughs and grabs his hand.
There’s untouched moss covering the ancient stones and Hankyung pulls Donghae along the slippery steps and they make it to the top step, breathless and wide eyed. They look out at this foreign city of white walls and red roofs, at the hundreds and thousands of little houses all clustered together and Donghae points out into the distance at a house that he can’t even see and tells Hankyung that’s their home. Hankyung looks and smiles and describes the windows that he can see and how maybe he needs to repaint a spot on the roof and how they can visit the bay each morning as the sun rises. Donghae nods and adds in suggestions and they end up picking out all their furniture, right down to the colours of their drapes and there’s something that jerks inside of him and he doesn’t know why he feels like crying when he’s so happy.
The sky was dark and there were rolling clouds gathering in the distance, peeking over the sprawling mountains and so far away across the bay that Donghae didn’t think it will ever reach them. It’s so quiet that their voices and their steps echo as they play hide and seek around the trees and the tunnels and lookout posts and hidden doorways. They laugh and Donghae smiles as he picks up a pinecone to throw at Hankyung, but when he looks around, there’s only empty space and his heart runs wild as he glances at the dizzying drop just beyond the ledge. Then his hands are hitting a strong chest and he’s almost dizzy he’s so relieved and Donghae is half crying, half laughing as Hankyung peeks out from behind a doorway and hits his head on the low edge. There’s apologies muttered into his hair and Donghae doesn’t let go of Hankyung’s hand even when the clouds above rumble and there’s wetness on his cheeks and tickling his nose and he wants to wipe them away.
They hide in one of the archways, watching the heavens open and the rain pour down. It’s quiet and there’s no one else there and Donghae can almost hear the echo of the raindrops as he presses his ear to the cool, smooth stone. Then Donghae doesn’t hear the rain, or the shake of the tree slapping against the wall, because Hankyung cups his hand around his mouth and whispers ‘I love you’ into the wall and straight into Donghae’s heart and Donghae blushes into the soft worn leather of Hankyung’s jacket. They sit on the floor and Donghae is leaning back into Hankyung and he tilts his head back further and they count the ridges in the ceiling of the arch together, because they look like stairs leading to somewhere unknown and Donghae loves adventures. There are fifteen steps and he thinks its perfect and Hankyung kisses Donghae’s ear and promises to take him there one day.
The downpour becomes just a soft pitter patter of drops and they run through the streets, hiding below overhanging roofs and underneath leafy tree branches. There’s the smell of pastry and seafood and strawberries and Donghae drags Hankyung into a small, warm bakery with wide windows and wooden benches, right into the corner, tucked away safely against the pale green walls. Hankyung orders them a large slice of strawberry cheesecake and hot chocolate for Donghae and coffee for himself. The food comes on white porcelain dishes with gold starfish patterns and Donghae inhales the wonderful aromas as he eats, thinking of the strawberry shampoo he had made Hankyung use and the Chinese man had secretly fallen in love with. Hankyung traces Donghae’s name into the window and the waterdrops flow over the words, but Donghae reads them clear as day and he eats the perfect strawberry perched on top of the cake and he tastes coffee on his tongue as they share the strawberry in a messy, open-mouthed kiss and Donghae laughs at the smudge of cream on his lover’s lips after.
The rain had stopped and there was the unique scent of fallen leaves and freshly turned soil as they walk through the cobbled streets leading to the ocean. Donghae loved oceans almost as much as he loved dancing and Hankyung loved oceans because the way Donghae’s face would light up as the smell of seaweed, sand and rolling ocean breezes snuck into their noses. The ocean was darker today, deep and rumbling, hiding its mysteries and its secrets; an everchanging canvas. The waves rolled on forever and ever and the horizon seemed to disappear as they watched, the sky flowing into the ocean and for a moment Donghae feels like he is falling into the inky depth never to return. Then Hankyung is gripping his waist and tilting his head gently and Donghae gasps at the wonderous colours that dance across the sky and Donghae swears when he turns back to face his lover, he sees a perfect rainbow reflected in those eyes he loved more than anything.
(more than oceans and dancing and perfect rainbows)
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Silent Castles and Cool Stone
There was a soft mist that hung in the fresh morning air and it clung to their skin, a cool shimmer like butterfly wings. There was a chill that still lingered slightly and their breath escaped from their lips in indistinct wisps of white that melded into nothing. Donghae blew out long breaths, trying to paint pictures in the air and there’s a great bellow of soft white smudging his pictures as Hankyung laughs and grabs his hand.
There’s untouched moss covering the ancient stones and Hankyung pulls Donghae along the slippery steps and they make it to the top step, breathless and wide eyed. They look out at this foreign city of white walls and red roofs, at the hundreds and thousands of little houses all clustered together and Donghae points out into the distance at a house that he can’t even see and tells Hankyung that’s their home. Hankyung looks and smiles and describes the windows that he can see and how maybe he needs to repaint a spot on the roof and how they can visit the bay each morning as the sun rises. Donghae nods and adds in suggestions and they end up picking out all their furniture, right down to the colours of their drapes and there’s something that jerks inside of him and he doesn’t know why he feels like crying when he’s so happy.
The sky was dark and there were rolling clouds gathering in the distance, peeking over the sprawling mountains and so far away across the bay that Donghae didn’t think it will ever reach them. It’s so quiet that their voices and their steps echo as they play hide and seek around the trees and the tunnels and lookout posts and hidden doorways. They laugh and Donghae smiles as he picks up a pinecone to throw at Hankyung, but when he looks around, there’s only empty space and his heart runs wild as he glances at the dizzying drop just beyond the ledge. Then his hands are hitting a strong chest and he’s almost dizzy he’s so relieved and Donghae is half crying, half laughing as Hankyung peeks out from behind a doorway and hits his head on the low edge. There’s apologies muttered into his hair and Donghae doesn’t let go of Hankyung’s hand even when the clouds above rumble and there’s wetness on his cheeks and tickling his nose and he wants to wipe them away.
They hide in one of the archways, watching the heavens open and the rain pour down. It’s quiet and there’s no one else there and Donghae can almost hear the echo of the raindrops as he presses his ear to the cool, smooth stone. Then Donghae doesn’t hear the rain, or the shake of the tree slapping against the wall, because Hankyung cups his hand around his mouth and whispers ‘I love you’ into the wall and straight into Donghae’s heart and Donghae blushes into the soft worn leather of Hankyung’s jacket. They sit on the floor and Donghae is leaning back into Hankyung and he tilts his head back further and they count the ridges in the ceiling of the arch together, because they look like stairs leading to somewhere unknown and Donghae loves adventures. There are fifteen steps and he thinks its perfect and Hankyung kisses Donghae’s ear and promises to take him there one day.
The downpour becomes just a soft pitter patter of drops and they run through the streets, hiding below overhanging roofs and underneath leafy tree branches. There’s the smell of pastry and seafood and strawberries and Donghae drags Hankyung into a small, warm bakery with wide windows and wooden benches, right into the corner, tucked away safely against the pale green walls. Hankyung orders them a large slice of strawberry cheesecake and hot chocolate for Donghae and coffee for himself. The food comes on white porcelain dishes with gold starfish patterns and Donghae inhales the wonderful aromas as he eats, thinking of the strawberry shampoo he had made Hankyung use and the Chinese man had secretly fallen in love with. Hankyung traces Donghae’s name into the window and the waterdrops flow over the words, but Donghae reads them clear as day and he eats the perfect strawberry perched on top of the cake and he tastes coffee on his tongue as they share the strawberry in a messy, open-mouthed kiss and Donghae laughs at the smudge of cream on his lover’s lips after.
The rain had stopped and there was the unique scent of fallen leaves and freshly turned soil as they walk through the cobbled streets leading to the ocean. Donghae loved oceans almost as much as he loved dancing and Hankyung loved oceans because the way Donghae’s face would light up as the smell of seaweed, sand and rolling ocean breezes snuck into their noses. The ocean was darker today, deep and rumbling, hiding its mysteries and its secrets; an everchanging canvas. The waves rolled on forever and ever and the horizon seemed to disappear as they watched, the sky flowing into the ocean and for a moment Donghae feels like he is falling into the inky depth never to return. Then Hankyung is gripping his waist and tilting his head gently and Donghae gasps at the wonderous colours that dance across the sky and Donghae swears when he turns back to face his lover, he sees a perfect rainbow reflected in those eyes he loved more than anything.
(more than oceans and dancing and perfect rainbows)
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