[drabbles] nameless secrets (installment 2)
Title: Nameless Secrets (Installment 2)
Summary: EXO's MAMA MV inspired drabbles.
(Installment 1)
Drabble Three:
Pairing: Lay/Xiumin
Rating: G
One. Two. Three steps; like a steady movement of the clock, Lay paced up and down the length of the wall. He paused now and then, flickering his luscious lashes upwards, as he broodingly stared at a picture hung neatly on the beige wallpaper. The more he gazed at it, greater tides of purity and grace were brought forth.
The fable that was placed in the picture frame was simply a Legend, as the moment of time where he stood, was also a Legend.
"They have changed. They no longer remember, nor care, about the past, about the existence of that time. They have forgotten how to hear, and are now lost." Lay whispers, bringing a cautious hand to trace the drawings of the picture. His fingers gently hover over the paper; he was unwilling to touch it.
"Are you satisfied yet?" Lay breathes, it was a rhetorical question, where you maintained a notion of an open statement.
Curling his fingers into a fist, he had failed yet again to caress the fragile artwork that stood before him. He just couldn't bring himself to touch the Legend that was written in the colors; because it reflected too much of himself.
Of a life that stood in seclusion and clarity, yet was so easily torn and shredded.
"Die. Kill. They shout the fight, yet claim no wars." A boy solemnly remarks, who sat stiffly at the table in the middle of the doorless room.
Two small mirrors, situated on either side of the long table, hummed and vibrated the air with noticeable tension.
"They tear up the reality, only to leave hurt in its trail." The boy continues, making no movement as Lay walks over to the other end of the table. "Careless..."
"Xiumin," Lay calls, sitting down to stare thoughtfully at the unreflecting mirror, "If you ever wanted to recover; to laugh, cry, and hold hands to meet those feelings that are isolated, would you?"
Xiumin slowly lifts his eyes off from the elaborate designs that lined the edge of the table. He meets Lay's stare with a steady light in his eyes; unflinching, unwavering, and unsurprised.
"No." he says, eyes sharpening as the tension in his shoulders never leave. "As human beings, they can only be hurt and abandoned."
Betrayal. It flashed dimly in Xiumin's eyes.
Silence fills the room from corner to corner, before the mirrors began to glow.
Xiumin is the first to see it. The first to see the familiar and welcomed face of a friend; an accomplice.
Suho.
But after a brief moment of staring into the mirror, Xiumin gets up from his seat, a look of determination and fear contrasting his pale complexion as the light in his mirror dies. He leans against a wall for support, his symbol of frost glistens ever-so coolly in the soft lights of the room.
Before Xiumin could control the bubbling emotions of devastation and justice from spilling over, a white cloud kisses his lips as he sighs, his hands suddenly tingling with relief and strain. In a blink of an eye, crystal lines of ice frame and sculpture every surface of the room, save for himself and Lay.
Unfazed, Lay stares intently at the mirror that was before him, squinting his eyes as a blinding light travels out from the reflective surface.
"Baekhyun," Lay says, a rare trace of good humour and encouragement outlining the word. However, it was fruitless as sound could not be carried through. And as quick as it came, his mirror dims and dulls, originating back to its unreflective state.
He and Xiumin were the Bringers; of dawn, dusk, and judgement, while the other two were the Keepers; of truth, lies, and fate. Although no physical contact or words were ever exchanged, the four of them upheld the foundation of the Balance.
They were what kept the Two Moons from rising and colliding.
Meeting each other's gaze, an unspoken agreement is quietly decided. The sudden anxiety that crawled at their skin slowly melts away, as an internal thump. thump. thump. of anticipation vibrates the room.
"Are you satisfied?" Lay murmurs, repeating that rhetorical question once more as he traces random patterns on the table with his fingers. He then notices the frozen flower and its vase that sat just beyond his reach. Quietly, his eyes roam over the detailed outline and veins of the crystallized petals. Slowly bringing a graceful hand to stretch it in front of him, he turns his palm out and points his fingers towards the unyielding flower. Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise, Lay breaths as power travels through his blood and seeps out from his fingers. A soft wind rustles the awakening flowers.
"Behind that anonymous mask, are you satisfied?"
Colour repaints through the crystal, the enclosed petals unfurling its wings to stand stronger and prouder than it ever did.
Reality; an independent existence of ideas concerning all other things, and from which all other things are derived.
-end
Drabble Four:
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol (ft. Kai)
Rating: G
Fire burned his body with each step. Literally.
Hands rolled into tight fists, and shoulders flexed back with tension, a blazing ambition for destruction fueled his mind and body.
A piercing cry sounded in the distance; warning bells that shielded the innocent, and framed the guilty.
"Turn back," a soft yet stern voice cuts through the shriek.
Black wisps floated through the air before slowly dissipating into nothing.
"We can change it, Kai. We can be allowed to live in those blessed days again. We can--"
Kai, black hair and black eyes that were dark as night, stepped closer to the tall boy, whose eyes were impossibly wide in outrage. Although lacking height, the pure presence of Kai's sinister charisma gave him the advantage.
"Turn back," Kai repeats once more, "Turn back, Chanyeol, and just keep your rope of the Balance."
Chanyeol, eyes narrowing in distaste, straightens his back, unwilling to show submission. "This is not a game. Only to live a self-serving life, pretending to be busy, is this our Balance?"
Determination flamed Chanyeol's glassy orbs as onyx eyes continually stared at him; unwavering.
"Chasing and losing control, in the end I'll shout, I'll rush and I'll warm it up. I don't want the world to turn cold." Biting his lips into a firm line, Chanyeol waits with impatience's as Kai simply stares at him with an unreadable expression.
"Will it solve anything?" Kai finally says, voice coming out just barely over a whisper. A temperamental city wind whips past the two men, ruffling their clothes and hair, but leaving the burning desire in their eyes untouched. "Even if we leave words unspoken, leave the shattered hearts broken, and let our own tears fall for them; will it solve anything?" Kai doesn't wait for Chanyeol to answer him. He shuts his eyes and sighs, his long lashes casting shadows upon his cheek.
"Turn back," he holds a hand up to still Chanyeol's protest as he continues, "the feeling of loss, none of us can tolerate it anymore, but just close your eyes, and shut away your fire."
Without even letting Chanyeol say a word, Kai doesn't meet Chanyeol's eyes as he calls upon his black mist once again. And disappears.
Frustration was all that was left behind.
He was the Outsider.
Insatiable aggravation fills every crevice of Chanyeol's body as his fingers curled tightly into his palm, digging into his skin and drawing blood. Red, like the color of his fire and of his grief.
Unfurling his wings, Chanyeol lets out a howl, as that same piercing cry from before repeats again in the distance; playing a perfect harmony with Chanyeol's scream. As flames erupt behind him, the fire licking his skin but doing no damage, a phoenix, with all his majestic humility, lands atop a building. Its screams complementing Chanyeol's frustration.
"I do close my eyes," Chanyeol murmurs, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. "But the loneliness gets greater as days go by. Reality becomes the dream, as the dream becomes the reality..."
Every day is lacking, especially in a world which is constructed of only 0 and 1. You cause yourself to feel the pain and sorrow. Being behind a mask, where your face is hidden, makes you forget, and stay safe. If you can still laugh, share love rather than shattered hearts. But if you shed tears, turn back, and close your eyes.
The words that Kris, the Lost, had spoken to him, echoed in his mind. The recollection of their final meeting, the whispers of cautious words, the soft touches of warm hands; it all resurfaced from Chanyeol's memories.
"He is the Lost," Chanyeol mutters, face stricken with tears, "as I am the Outsider. To which does the Balance favour, to which does the one care?"
As the temperature around him rises dramatically, the tears on his skin dry as objects around him catch on fire. Just as he tries to contain his flame once more, the phoenix spreads its wings and pushes off into the night sky.
A fire-lit feather floats gently down from the sky and into Chanyeol's hand.
"Find the way back," Chanyeol murmurs, adding pressure to his hand, to which a great eruption of fire in his palm is the response.
Careless. Shoot anonymous. Heartless. Mindless. No one.
No one who cares.
-
Kris stood on the edge of the tallest building the eye could see. He stared down at the sharp drop, enjoying the turbulent wind that caressed his lean body as he spread his arms out wide; fingers splayed in a relaxed motion as he savoured the moment. The sky was cloudless, as there was also only one Sun present and burning brightly. Not Two.
Narrowing his eyes, a glinting light from behind him catches his attention. Shifting on the balls of his feet, he simply turns around; his back now open to the fearful drop.
A ball of fire set alight on a large feather, drifts down towards him. He catches with care, cradling it to his chest with awe and acceptance. Although the fire did burn, he was not injured. Tracing the intricate feather with his eyes, he curls his fingers around it before lifting it back up towards the sky.
To which an answering roar of a beast is the response. The alarming snarl echoed the thrumming emotion that coursed through his veins with each heartbeat.
"I am the Lost," Kris murmurs, tilting his head back slightly as he builds momentum, "but I am also, the Awakened." Letting gravity do its job, Kris simply pushes off the concrete edge. Closing his eyes, he grins as the sensation of falling raises the hairs on his body. But before he goes anywhere near impact, with one burst of energy, he is seen flying towards the sky rather than falling towards earth.
Freedom; absence of subjection to domination and control.
-end
note: up until this installment, there has been:
The Abandoned - SeHun
The Messenger - Kai
The Keepers - Suho, Baekhyun
The Bringers - Xiumin, Lay
The Outsider - Chanyeol
The Lost(Awakened) - Kris
the next installment and its characters is pretty evident heehee
A/N: ...this is unbeta-ed lol
i'm running on 8hrs of sleep for the past two days. school has taken a big beating on me ORZ but oddly enough, writing this had calmed and de-stressed me 8D
/insert spazzing of exo-k&m's latest performance and interviews/
credit: EXO - MAMA lyrics
Summary: EXO's MAMA MV inspired drabbles.
(Installment 1)
Drabble Three:
Pairing: Lay/Xiumin
Rating: G
One. Two. Three steps; like a steady movement of the clock, Lay paced up and down the length of the wall. He paused now and then, flickering his luscious lashes upwards, as he broodingly stared at a picture hung neatly on the beige wallpaper. The more he gazed at it, greater tides of purity and grace were brought forth.
The fable that was placed in the picture frame was simply a Legend, as the moment of time where he stood, was also a Legend.
"They have changed. They no longer remember, nor care, about the past, about the existence of that time. They have forgotten how to hear, and are now lost." Lay whispers, bringing a cautious hand to trace the drawings of the picture. His fingers gently hover over the paper; he was unwilling to touch it.
"Are you satisfied yet?" Lay breathes, it was a rhetorical question, where you maintained a notion of an open statement.
Curling his fingers into a fist, he had failed yet again to caress the fragile artwork that stood before him. He just couldn't bring himself to touch the Legend that was written in the colors; because it reflected too much of himself.
Of a life that stood in seclusion and clarity, yet was so easily torn and shredded.
"Die. Kill. They shout the fight, yet claim no wars." A boy solemnly remarks, who sat stiffly at the table in the middle of the doorless room.
Two small mirrors, situated on either side of the long table, hummed and vibrated the air with noticeable tension.
"They tear up the reality, only to leave hurt in its trail." The boy continues, making no movement as Lay walks over to the other end of the table. "Careless..."
"Xiumin," Lay calls, sitting down to stare thoughtfully at the unreflecting mirror, "If you ever wanted to recover; to laugh, cry, and hold hands to meet those feelings that are isolated, would you?"
Xiumin slowly lifts his eyes off from the elaborate designs that lined the edge of the table. He meets Lay's stare with a steady light in his eyes; unflinching, unwavering, and unsurprised.
"No." he says, eyes sharpening as the tension in his shoulders never leave. "As human beings, they can only be hurt and abandoned."
Betrayal. It flashed dimly in Xiumin's eyes.
Silence fills the room from corner to corner, before the mirrors began to glow.
Xiumin is the first to see it. The first to see the familiar and welcomed face of a friend; an accomplice.
Suho.
But after a brief moment of staring into the mirror, Xiumin gets up from his seat, a look of determination and fear contrasting his pale complexion as the light in his mirror dies. He leans against a wall for support, his symbol of frost glistens ever-so coolly in the soft lights of the room.
Before Xiumin could control the bubbling emotions of devastation and justice from spilling over, a white cloud kisses his lips as he sighs, his hands suddenly tingling with relief and strain. In a blink of an eye, crystal lines of ice frame and sculpture every surface of the room, save for himself and Lay.
Unfazed, Lay stares intently at the mirror that was before him, squinting his eyes as a blinding light travels out from the reflective surface.
"Baekhyun," Lay says, a rare trace of good humour and encouragement outlining the word. However, it was fruitless as sound could not be carried through. And as quick as it came, his mirror dims and dulls, originating back to its unreflective state.
He and Xiumin were the Bringers; of dawn, dusk, and judgement, while the other two were the Keepers; of truth, lies, and fate. Although no physical contact or words were ever exchanged, the four of them upheld the foundation of the Balance.
They were what kept the Two Moons from rising and colliding.
Meeting each other's gaze, an unspoken agreement is quietly decided. The sudden anxiety that crawled at their skin slowly melts away, as an internal thump. thump. thump. of anticipation vibrates the room.
"Are you satisfied?" Lay murmurs, repeating that rhetorical question once more as he traces random patterns on the table with his fingers. He then notices the frozen flower and its vase that sat just beyond his reach. Quietly, his eyes roam over the detailed outline and veins of the crystallized petals. Slowly bringing a graceful hand to stretch it in front of him, he turns his palm out and points his fingers towards the unyielding flower. Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise, Lay breaths as power travels through his blood and seeps out from his fingers. A soft wind rustles the awakening flowers.
"Behind that anonymous mask, are you satisfied?"
Colour repaints through the crystal, the enclosed petals unfurling its wings to stand stronger and prouder than it ever did.
Reality; an independent existence of ideas concerning all other things, and from which all other things are derived.
-end
Drabble Four:
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol (ft. Kai)
Rating: G
Fire burned his body with each step. Literally.
Hands rolled into tight fists, and shoulders flexed back with tension, a blazing ambition for destruction fueled his mind and body.
A piercing cry sounded in the distance; warning bells that shielded the innocent, and framed the guilty.
"Turn back," a soft yet stern voice cuts through the shriek.
Black wisps floated through the air before slowly dissipating into nothing.
"We can change it, Kai. We can be allowed to live in those blessed days again. We can--"
Kai, black hair and black eyes that were dark as night, stepped closer to the tall boy, whose eyes were impossibly wide in outrage. Although lacking height, the pure presence of Kai's sinister charisma gave him the advantage.
"Turn back," Kai repeats once more, "Turn back, Chanyeol, and just keep your rope of the Balance."
Chanyeol, eyes narrowing in distaste, straightens his back, unwilling to show submission. "This is not a game. Only to live a self-serving life, pretending to be busy, is this our Balance?"
Determination flamed Chanyeol's glassy orbs as onyx eyes continually stared at him; unwavering.
"Chasing and losing control, in the end I'll shout, I'll rush and I'll warm it up. I don't want the world to turn cold." Biting his lips into a firm line, Chanyeol waits with impatience's as Kai simply stares at him with an unreadable expression.
"Will it solve anything?" Kai finally says, voice coming out just barely over a whisper. A temperamental city wind whips past the two men, ruffling their clothes and hair, but leaving the burning desire in their eyes untouched. "Even if we leave words unspoken, leave the shattered hearts broken, and let our own tears fall for them; will it solve anything?" Kai doesn't wait for Chanyeol to answer him. He shuts his eyes and sighs, his long lashes casting shadows upon his cheek.
"Turn back," he holds a hand up to still Chanyeol's protest as he continues, "the feeling of loss, none of us can tolerate it anymore, but just close your eyes, and shut away your fire."
Without even letting Chanyeol say a word, Kai doesn't meet Chanyeol's eyes as he calls upon his black mist once again. And disappears.
Frustration was all that was left behind.
He was the Outsider.
Insatiable aggravation fills every crevice of Chanyeol's body as his fingers curled tightly into his palm, digging into his skin and drawing blood. Red, like the color of his fire and of his grief.
Unfurling his wings, Chanyeol lets out a howl, as that same piercing cry from before repeats again in the distance; playing a perfect harmony with Chanyeol's scream. As flames erupt behind him, the fire licking his skin but doing no damage, a phoenix, with all his majestic humility, lands atop a building. Its screams complementing Chanyeol's frustration.
"I do close my eyes," Chanyeol murmurs, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. "But the loneliness gets greater as days go by. Reality becomes the dream, as the dream becomes the reality..."
Every day is lacking, especially in a world which is constructed of only 0 and 1. You cause yourself to feel the pain and sorrow. Being behind a mask, where your face is hidden, makes you forget, and stay safe. If you can still laugh, share love rather than shattered hearts. But if you shed tears, turn back, and close your eyes.
The words that Kris, the Lost, had spoken to him, echoed in his mind. The recollection of their final meeting, the whispers of cautious words, the soft touches of warm hands; it all resurfaced from Chanyeol's memories.
"He is the Lost," Chanyeol mutters, face stricken with tears, "as I am the Outsider. To which does the Balance favour, to which does the one care?"
As the temperature around him rises dramatically, the tears on his skin dry as objects around him catch on fire. Just as he tries to contain his flame once more, the phoenix spreads its wings and pushes off into the night sky.
A fire-lit feather floats gently down from the sky and into Chanyeol's hand.
"Find the way back," Chanyeol murmurs, adding pressure to his hand, to which a great eruption of fire in his palm is the response.
Careless. Shoot anonymous. Heartless. Mindless. No one.
No one who cares.
-
Kris stood on the edge of the tallest building the eye could see. He stared down at the sharp drop, enjoying the turbulent wind that caressed his lean body as he spread his arms out wide; fingers splayed in a relaxed motion as he savoured the moment. The sky was cloudless, as there was also only one Sun present and burning brightly. Not Two.
Narrowing his eyes, a glinting light from behind him catches his attention. Shifting on the balls of his feet, he simply turns around; his back now open to the fearful drop.
A ball of fire set alight on a large feather, drifts down towards him. He catches with care, cradling it to his chest with awe and acceptance. Although the fire did burn, he was not injured. Tracing the intricate feather with his eyes, he curls his fingers around it before lifting it back up towards the sky.
To which an answering roar of a beast is the response. The alarming snarl echoed the thrumming emotion that coursed through his veins with each heartbeat.
"I am the Lost," Kris murmurs, tilting his head back slightly as he builds momentum, "but I am also, the Awakened." Letting gravity do its job, Kris simply pushes off the concrete edge. Closing his eyes, he grins as the sensation of falling raises the hairs on his body. But before he goes anywhere near impact, with one burst of energy, he is seen flying towards the sky rather than falling towards earth.
Freedom; absence of subjection to domination and control.
-end
note: up until this installment, there has been:
The Abandoned - SeHun
The Messenger - Kai
The Keepers - Suho, Baekhyun
The Bringers - Xiumin, Lay
The Outsider - Chanyeol
The Lost(Awakened) - Kris
the next installment and its characters is pretty evident heehee
A/N: ...this is unbeta-ed lol
i'm running on 8hrs of sleep for the past two days. school has taken a big beating on me ORZ but oddly enough, writing this had calmed and de-stressed me 8D
/insert spazzing of exo-k&m's latest performance and interviews/
credit: EXO - MAMA lyrics