[drabbles] nameless secrets (installment 3)
Title: Nameless Secrets (Installment 3)
Summary: EXO's MAMA MV inspired drabbles.
(Installment 1)
(Installment 2)
Drabble Five:
Pairing: Chen/Kyungsoo
Rating: G
Fretful fingers.
A trembling heart.
The horizon was a mean gray, as a merciful wind approached him with caution. Tender fingers caressed his jaw in patience as the natural rhythm of the ocean tide casted a calm lull.
Everything around him was alive; from the rising sea to the decaying bark - it all orchestrated a song of time.
But how soon, how quick, with a snap of his fingers, would they no longer be of existence.
"It all has to end," he whispers, the ring over his finger crackling with unrestricted power, "because without an end, there is no beginning."
A distant rumble answers his words.
"A reckoning for justice. A call for the wanted balance and restoration of unity." He tilts his head to the sky; eyes scanning for an answer unheard. "A proof of humanity, and salvation for those who seek release."
He gently lets out a breath.
"We live to serve, and we serve to live."
Sand floats onto the back of his resting hand, and he feels the shift in the air before he sees that familiar, yet simultaneously undistinguishable, figure.
"What do you seek, messenger?"
He had long forgotten how to call this man by name; Kai.
"The Seeker hunts, the Destroyer devastates," the messenger clad in black announces; monotone. "Caution mingles with the wind, as time is coming to its end..."
An eerie silence envelopes them as they refused to look at each other. Instead, their eyes were trained out into the storm that brewed on the horizon's line.
"Righteousness needs to be searched, and judgement to be casted." Wind swirls once more as time warps into a black void. "You must light that first spark."
The wind had picked up; the air suddenly colder and prickling the skin with its harsh bite. Hastily, a deft longing - the need and desire for that wanted salvation - occupies every crevice of his being.
This was why he served; this was why he continued.
"The final bell has rung. It warns the innocent and frames the guilty; retribution will be brought forth, and destruction shall follow."
He couldn't remember the time when these feelings of virtuous need and blameless honour weren't engraved into his entire being.
He couldn't remember the days where he could laugh unreserved, and call his friends by name; Kai.
He couldn't remember the last time he was recognized as Chen instead of The Seeker.
A thunderous roar of command interrupts his sudden reverie. Heat rising in shame, a blue fire - lightening - erupts from the tips of his fingers as he aims direct and true.
The ground shakes under his palm in response, as the sky turns into a ruthless color; prepared for the worst in everything. Deafening crackles of power echoes around him, and once deeming his duty complete, he walks away from the rising storm with purpose.
"It was time."
-
Kyungsoo didn't hesitate.
Even if defiance outlined his eyes and painted his lips into a firm line, he did not waver in his decision.
The Balance had to be kept; no matter how difficult it was to accept.
"This is not what we had wanted. This is not the world we wanted to create," he had said to Kai.
"One to hold, but held by none. This is not your decision to make, Kyungsoo. Keep your part of the Balance, and salvation for those who are framed and those who continue to weep, will be found."
Drawing blood, Kyungsoo bites into the flesh of his cheek; his jaw locking as the void in his heart expanded.
Salvation. Truth. Humanity.
Shifting the earth with a flick of his finger, he takes a calm breath before ruthlessly bringing a steady foot towards the ground.
The earth shakes uncontrollably under his soles.
And a single tear escapes his rage-filled eyes.
Retribution; inflicted vengeance in accord to ones motives.
-end.
Drabble Six:
Pairing: Tao/LuHan (ft. Kai)
Rating: G
Petals danced above him, and below. The twirling patterns of freefalling flakes painted the black void into a nullifying whirlwind of white.
It blinded his sight; enough for him to remember who he was.
The Isolated...
He didn't know how long has been there, just as he no longer remembered his own name.
"Do I exist?" he would find himself mumbling; his words falling upon nothingness. "This feeling of loss, how much longer will I be able to bear it?"
He raises a calm hand and the petals suddenly freeze; time had stilled.
“Even if I shut my eyes, even if I stop everything; it makes no difference.”
Closing his raised hand into a fist, the flower petals start moving once more, but there was a hint of melancholy to each movement.
The Isolated; he was a being that was not a being, the one that was not allowed to speak, the one that was forbidden to approach.
He shouldered the pains; isolated to bear the solitude and loss of meanings of each precious memory.
When the Balance forgets, when the world finally crumbles, it will be his duty to be the reminder; his duty to abide the memories of what had happened, and what will happen.
“Did those days of the past, actually exist?”
He remembers a bright smile, a warm hand that ran through his hair - Baekhyun…
“Or is it all just a figure of my imagination?”
Useless words fall and echo towards a void; his voice was, and always will be, wasted and lost. No one would hear him. No one will reply.
Drawing the sword that rested at his side, the blade glinting as a reminder of who he once was, he moodily swings it; cutting air.
Two white petals rip and flutter about as four tiny pieces.
We are one…
“Lies,” he says, “Lies. Lies. Lies.”
A growl escapes his clenched teeth. “To never look into each other’s eyes, to never speak to them, to never say that I love them… This is all a lie.”
“But you still tolerate it, don’t you? Tao?”
He blinks, unfazed. Twirling the sword in his hand, Tao doesn’t acknowledge the voice and simply resorts to ignoring it.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me, ZiTao.”
“If you show yourself, then maybe I’ll actually greet you,” Tao mutters, the petals that floated in the vast space swirled like a whirlwind with the flick of his wrist.
“You know I can’t do that.”
Liar.“Why are you here, Kai?”
If Tao squinted, he swore he saw the outline of a lean figure just beyond the flurry of white petals.
“…LuHan says it’s time.”
A sharp pang to his chest; the blackness and everything it contained, stilled.
“…now?” Tao breathes.
No. It shouldn’t be. It doesn’t feel right.
“Now.” There was no room for argument.
“It’s too late to turn back, isn’t it?”
Kai was already gone.
But in his place, a lone butterfly stood; wings fluttering and defying the time warp. Tao watches it with a careful gaze as it makes its way towards him. The small creature gracefully dodges the numerous obstacles, and lands upon Tao’s raised finger.
“We have everything to lose, and nothing to gain.”
Letting the butterfly fly away in memory, Tao lifts his sword; letting the invisible light of the room reflect upon the blade.
“But everything depends on us.”
He breathes deeply, and with one push of his mind, the flow of time distorts to his will; allowing for the rift in the Balance to open, allowing for two moons to rise, and two suns to set.
-
“Have you found it?”
Silence.
“LuHan…”
A sigh.
“Get off my back, Kai,” LuHan murmurs, silver globes floated in a circular motion around him.
“You told me to gather everyone, to get them ready and aware.” Kai paces just beyond LuHan and his orbs. “But you haven’t found it.”
A growl of annoyance. “Shut up. Why is it that you haven’t changed at all… Still the same annoying brat--”
“Enough jokes, LuHan.” Kai interrupts, he stops his pacing and stares at The Prophet; the seer of the past, the searcher of the future.
“Everything that we’ve done. Everything that we were trained for. Everything that made us who we are… it was only for this moment; for this one chance of escape from hope and failure.”
"I know..."
LuHan’s hands still in midair as his eyes focused on a globe. He saw a lonesome figure seated on a chair in the space called the limbo, staring off into nothingness with an emotionless mask ; LuHan’s broken heart panged with grief.
“He told me to tell you something,” Kai murmurs, blending in and out of the darkness, “but you probably already know what he said.”
LuHan nods, and with a bite of his lips, he motions the image away from his line of sight.
“We have lost too much, and gained too little. We suffer, we cry; all of us are frustrated, yet still carry on because we know it's our duty. Because it's our part to play in keeping the balance."
LuHan's eyes glaze with unshed tears of longing. "Do you remember the times when pain and pollution didn't plague our worlds? When humanity yearned for our presence and cared?" The all-seeing orbs around LuHan suddenly shifts; Kai narrowly dodges a collision with his head.
"The pretense, the cries and shouts of war behind anonymous masks of felony, and the tears that are shed with sacrifice... To find the beginning, we must bid the end farewell."
"But, where is the end, when there is no beginning?"
LuHan curls his fingers into a fist, and places it over his heart. "We need to start listening, to start caring and finding our faults in being heartless. And then, maybe, we'll find it..."
Kai watches with a silent eye. "What do we do now?"
"Wait." LuHan murmurs, "it's a game of patience now, isn't it?"
The black of the room expands and grows ominous; LuHan's silver orbs loses its shine.
"Who will be the one to say the last words? Us? Or that anonymous mask?"
Escape; to break free from confinement and control.
-end.
Epilogue.
A Nameless Secret not known to many...
The Abandoned weeps, The Messenger explores.
The Keepers shroud the truth as The Bringers maintain death.
The Seeker hunts, The Destroyer to devastate.
The Lost is Awakened and The Outsider burns.
And as The Prophet uncovers that prolonged beginning, The Isolated keeps time from flowing.
Twelve guardians stood above the Earth, but below the Heavens.
They were human, but not.
They were beings untrue; those who lived to serve, yet served to live.
They sacrificed many, and longed for none.
Their reality was a fabrication as freedom came with a price.
They searched for retribution, yet craved an escape.
They were what maintained the Balance;
....where the final bell would ring with truth, to frame the guilty and shield the innocent.
-fini
Summary: EXO's MAMA MV inspired drabbles.
(Installment 1)
(Installment 2)
Drabble Five:
Pairing: Chen/Kyungsoo
Rating: G
Fretful fingers.
A trembling heart.
The horizon was a mean gray, as a merciful wind approached him with caution. Tender fingers caressed his jaw in patience as the natural rhythm of the ocean tide casted a calm lull.
Everything around him was alive; from the rising sea to the decaying bark - it all orchestrated a song of time.
But how soon, how quick, with a snap of his fingers, would they no longer be of existence.
"It all has to end," he whispers, the ring over his finger crackling with unrestricted power, "because without an end, there is no beginning."
A distant rumble answers his words.
"A reckoning for justice. A call for the wanted balance and restoration of unity." He tilts his head to the sky; eyes scanning for an answer unheard. "A proof of humanity, and salvation for those who seek release."
He gently lets out a breath.
"We live to serve, and we serve to live."
Sand floats onto the back of his resting hand, and he feels the shift in the air before he sees that familiar, yet simultaneously undistinguishable, figure.
"What do you seek, messenger?"
He had long forgotten how to call this man by name; Kai.
"The Seeker hunts, the Destroyer devastates," the messenger clad in black announces; monotone. "Caution mingles with the wind, as time is coming to its end..."
An eerie silence envelopes them as they refused to look at each other. Instead, their eyes were trained out into the storm that brewed on the horizon's line.
"Righteousness needs to be searched, and judgement to be casted." Wind swirls once more as time warps into a black void. "You must light that first spark."
The wind had picked up; the air suddenly colder and prickling the skin with its harsh bite. Hastily, a deft longing - the need and desire for that wanted salvation - occupies every crevice of his being.
This was why he served; this was why he continued.
"The final bell has rung. It warns the innocent and frames the guilty; retribution will be brought forth, and destruction shall follow."
He couldn't remember the time when these feelings of virtuous need and blameless honour weren't engraved into his entire being.
He couldn't remember the days where he could laugh unreserved, and call his friends by name; Kai.
He couldn't remember the last time he was recognized as Chen instead of The Seeker.
A thunderous roar of command interrupts his sudden reverie. Heat rising in shame, a blue fire - lightening - erupts from the tips of his fingers as he aims direct and true.
The ground shakes under his palm in response, as the sky turns into a ruthless color; prepared for the worst in everything. Deafening crackles of power echoes around him, and once deeming his duty complete, he walks away from the rising storm with purpose.
"It was time."
-
Kyungsoo didn't hesitate.
Even if defiance outlined his eyes and painted his lips into a firm line, he did not waver in his decision.
The Balance had to be kept; no matter how difficult it was to accept.
"This is not what we had wanted. This is not the world we wanted to create," he had said to Kai.
"One to hold, but held by none. This is not your decision to make, Kyungsoo. Keep your part of the Balance, and salvation for those who are framed and those who continue to weep, will be found."
Drawing blood, Kyungsoo bites into the flesh of his cheek; his jaw locking as the void in his heart expanded.
Salvation. Truth. Humanity.
Shifting the earth with a flick of his finger, he takes a calm breath before ruthlessly bringing a steady foot towards the ground.
The earth shakes uncontrollably under his soles.
And a single tear escapes his rage-filled eyes.
Retribution; inflicted vengeance in accord to ones motives.
-end.
Drabble Six:
Pairing: Tao/LuHan (ft. Kai)
Rating: G
Petals danced above him, and below. The twirling patterns of freefalling flakes painted the black void into a nullifying whirlwind of white.
It blinded his sight; enough for him to remember who he was.
The Isolated...
He didn't know how long has been there, just as he no longer remembered his own name.
"Do I exist?" he would find himself mumbling; his words falling upon nothingness. "This feeling of loss, how much longer will I be able to bear it?"
He raises a calm hand and the petals suddenly freeze; time had stilled.
“Even if I shut my eyes, even if I stop everything; it makes no difference.”
Closing his raised hand into a fist, the flower petals start moving once more, but there was a hint of melancholy to each movement.
The Isolated; he was a being that was not a being, the one that was not allowed to speak, the one that was forbidden to approach.
He shouldered the pains; isolated to bear the solitude and loss of meanings of each precious memory.
When the Balance forgets, when the world finally crumbles, it will be his duty to be the reminder; his duty to abide the memories of what had happened, and what will happen.
“Did those days of the past, actually exist?”
He remembers a bright smile, a warm hand that ran through his hair - Baekhyun…
“Or is it all just a figure of my imagination?”
Useless words fall and echo towards a void; his voice was, and always will be, wasted and lost. No one would hear him. No one will reply.
Drawing the sword that rested at his side, the blade glinting as a reminder of who he once was, he moodily swings it; cutting air.
Two white petals rip and flutter about as four tiny pieces.
We are one…
“Lies,” he says, “Lies. Lies. Lies.”
A growl escapes his clenched teeth. “To never look into each other’s eyes, to never speak to them, to never say that I love them… This is all a lie.”
“But you still tolerate it, don’t you? Tao?”
He blinks, unfazed. Twirling the sword in his hand, Tao doesn’t acknowledge the voice and simply resorts to ignoring it.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me, ZiTao.”
“If you show yourself, then maybe I’ll actually greet you,” Tao mutters, the petals that floated in the vast space swirled like a whirlwind with the flick of his wrist.
“You know I can’t do that.”
Liar.“Why are you here, Kai?”
If Tao squinted, he swore he saw the outline of a lean figure just beyond the flurry of white petals.
“…LuHan says it’s time.”
A sharp pang to his chest; the blackness and everything it contained, stilled.
“…now?” Tao breathes.
No. It shouldn’t be. It doesn’t feel right.
“Now.” There was no room for argument.
“It’s too late to turn back, isn’t it?”
Kai was already gone.
But in his place, a lone butterfly stood; wings fluttering and defying the time warp. Tao watches it with a careful gaze as it makes its way towards him. The small creature gracefully dodges the numerous obstacles, and lands upon Tao’s raised finger.
“We have everything to lose, and nothing to gain.”
Letting the butterfly fly away in memory, Tao lifts his sword; letting the invisible light of the room reflect upon the blade.
“But everything depends on us.”
He breathes deeply, and with one push of his mind, the flow of time distorts to his will; allowing for the rift in the Balance to open, allowing for two moons to rise, and two suns to set.
-
“Have you found it?”
Silence.
“LuHan…”
A sigh.
“Get off my back, Kai,” LuHan murmurs, silver globes floated in a circular motion around him.
“You told me to gather everyone, to get them ready and aware.” Kai paces just beyond LuHan and his orbs. “But you haven’t found it.”
A growl of annoyance. “Shut up. Why is it that you haven’t changed at all… Still the same annoying brat--”
“Enough jokes, LuHan.” Kai interrupts, he stops his pacing and stares at The Prophet; the seer of the past, the searcher of the future.
“Everything that we’ve done. Everything that we were trained for. Everything that made us who we are… it was only for this moment; for this one chance of escape from hope and failure.”
"I know..."
LuHan’s hands still in midair as his eyes focused on a globe. He saw a lonesome figure seated on a chair in the space called the limbo, staring off into nothingness with an emotionless mask ; LuHan’s broken heart panged with grief.
“He told me to tell you something,” Kai murmurs, blending in and out of the darkness, “but you probably already know what he said.”
LuHan nods, and with a bite of his lips, he motions the image away from his line of sight.
“We have lost too much, and gained too little. We suffer, we cry; all of us are frustrated, yet still carry on because we know it's our duty. Because it's our part to play in keeping the balance."
LuHan's eyes glaze with unshed tears of longing. "Do you remember the times when pain and pollution didn't plague our worlds? When humanity yearned for our presence and cared?" The all-seeing orbs around LuHan suddenly shifts; Kai narrowly dodges a collision with his head.
"The pretense, the cries and shouts of war behind anonymous masks of felony, and the tears that are shed with sacrifice... To find the beginning, we must bid the end farewell."
"But, where is the end, when there is no beginning?"
LuHan curls his fingers into a fist, and places it over his heart. "We need to start listening, to start caring and finding our faults in being heartless. And then, maybe, we'll find it..."
Kai watches with a silent eye. "What do we do now?"
"Wait." LuHan murmurs, "it's a game of patience now, isn't it?"
The black of the room expands and grows ominous; LuHan's silver orbs loses its shine.
"Who will be the one to say the last words? Us? Or that anonymous mask?"
Escape; to break free from confinement and control.
-end.
Epilogue.
A Nameless Secret not known to many...
The Abandoned weeps, The Messenger explores.
The Keepers shroud the truth as The Bringers maintain death.
The Seeker hunts, The Destroyer to devastate.
The Lost is Awakened and The Outsider burns.
And as The Prophet uncovers that prolonged beginning, The Isolated keeps time from flowing.
Twelve guardians stood above the Earth, but below the Heavens.
They were human, but not.
They were beings untrue; those who lived to serve, yet served to live.
They sacrificed many, and longed for none.
Their reality was a fabrication as freedom came with a price.
They searched for retribution, yet craved an escape.
They were what maintained the Balance;
....where the final bell would ring with truth, to frame the guilty and shield the innocent.
-fini