[fic] 飞鸟和花
飞鸟和花
pg13 - heechul/hankyung
summary: "Devil," you hiss at him. You stand from your throne. Your hair falls out of its decorative headdress and falls down your back. "Slut, whore, betrayer of my confidences."
note: IDEK OKAY. i got silly and artistic and played around with my writing style. it came out like this. also, inspired by listening to this. anyone into traditional/electronic c-pop should give this a try.
The walls are blue. There are white flowers decorating the ceiling. The boy in front of you tastes like sin. Is sin.
You push him away. He falls to the ground without a sound. His bright clothes are too thin.
"Devil," you hiss at him. You stand from your throne. Your hair falls out of its decorative headdress and falls down your back. "Slut, whore, betrayer of my confidences."
He stares at you. His eyes are wide. He trembles. "Sire, I didn't, please sire, please believe me." He kneels at your feet. You can see tears at his cheeks.
Does he cry because you do not trust him? Or does he cry because he knows his guilt?
"Guards!"
The boy shakes.
You point at him. The red-clothed guards take him by the arms and pull him up. "I want him locked away. No food, no water."
Your boy does not cry out as he is pulled away.
---
You visit him three days later.
You own this dancing boy. Bought ten years ago, he is your most faithful subject. Or so you had thought.
You kneel at the bars that separate you. He does not meet your gaze. “Hangeng. Hangeng, how could you do this to me? I gave you life, Hangeng, I gave you life and love. Hangeng.”
He looks up. His lashes are dark with tears. “I didn’t do it, sire. I did not touch that woman. My body is for sire’s alone.”
His pure white clothes are dirty. They are a sign of purity. He is untouched. No one but the King may touch his skin.
You reach out. You caress his cheek. He turns into your touch like he does every time.
“I want to believe you, Hangeng. I’ll find out the truth soon enough. I’ll come back for you when I know for certain, Hangeng. I’ll bring you clean clothes.”
He doesn’t cry out when you leave. He whimpers.
---
You push over your throne. You scream. You knock the flowers from their vases.
“You lied to me! You lied! You let that woman touch you, touched her in return.” You fall to your knees besides the kneeling boy. You grab his clothes. You shake. His head rolls. His tears touch your hands. “Why did you lie, Hangeng, why did you lie?”
He cries. “She threatened you, sire, she threatened that if I did not touch her, she would poison your drink, send soldiers in your sleep!”
You see red.
“More lies, more of your lies! When did my angel grow a serpent’s tongue?” You hiss at him. You shake him again. You let him fall.
His body is thin. His head makes a noise when it hits the floor.
His blood is red like the clothes of the guards. Red like the flowers in your hair.
You hold him to you. His white clothes are still dirty.
“When you wake up, I will forgive you. I am a forgiving ruler. I will forgive you and you will dance for me once more.”
---
The rebels storm your castle. They are led by a serving wench you have seen before.
You sit on your throne with your head held high.
You are the king of this nation. You will not fall. You will dance with their corpses.
You believe even as they drag you outside and the flowers fall from your hair.
pg13 - heechul/hankyung
summary: "Devil," you hiss at him. You stand from your throne. Your hair falls out of its decorative headdress and falls down your back. "Slut, whore, betrayer of my confidences."
note: IDEK OKAY. i got silly and artistic and played around with my writing style. it came out like this. also, inspired by listening to this. anyone into traditional/electronic c-pop should give this a try.
The walls are blue. There are white flowers decorating the ceiling. The boy in front of you tastes like sin. Is sin.
You push him away. He falls to the ground without a sound. His bright clothes are too thin.
"Devil," you hiss at him. You stand from your throne. Your hair falls out of its decorative headdress and falls down your back. "Slut, whore, betrayer of my confidences."
He stares at you. His eyes are wide. He trembles. "Sire, I didn't, please sire, please believe me." He kneels at your feet. You can see tears at his cheeks.
Does he cry because you do not trust him? Or does he cry because he knows his guilt?
"Guards!"
The boy shakes.
You point at him. The red-clothed guards take him by the arms and pull him up. "I want him locked away. No food, no water."
Your boy does not cry out as he is pulled away.
---
You visit him three days later.
You own this dancing boy. Bought ten years ago, he is your most faithful subject. Or so you had thought.
You kneel at the bars that separate you. He does not meet your gaze. “Hangeng. Hangeng, how could you do this to me? I gave you life, Hangeng, I gave you life and love. Hangeng.”
He looks up. His lashes are dark with tears. “I didn’t do it, sire. I did not touch that woman. My body is for sire’s alone.”
His pure white clothes are dirty. They are a sign of purity. He is untouched. No one but the King may touch his skin.
You reach out. You caress his cheek. He turns into your touch like he does every time.
“I want to believe you, Hangeng. I’ll find out the truth soon enough. I’ll come back for you when I know for certain, Hangeng. I’ll bring you clean clothes.”
He doesn’t cry out when you leave. He whimpers.
---
You push over your throne. You scream. You knock the flowers from their vases.
“You lied to me! You lied! You let that woman touch you, touched her in return.” You fall to your knees besides the kneeling boy. You grab his clothes. You shake. His head rolls. His tears touch your hands. “Why did you lie, Hangeng, why did you lie?”
He cries. “She threatened you, sire, she threatened that if I did not touch her, she would poison your drink, send soldiers in your sleep!”
You see red.
“More lies, more of your lies! When did my angel grow a serpent’s tongue?” You hiss at him. You shake him again. You let him fall.
His body is thin. His head makes a noise when it hits the floor.
His blood is red like the clothes of the guards. Red like the flowers in your hair.
You hold him to you. His white clothes are still dirty.
“When you wake up, I will forgive you. I am a forgiving ruler. I will forgive you and you will dance for me once more.”
---
The rebels storm your castle. They are led by a serving wench you have seen before.
You sit on your throne with your head held high.
You are the king of this nation. You will not fall. You will dance with their corpses.
You believe even as they drag you outside and the flowers fall from your hair.