Nightingale
Title: Nightingale
Character(s): Sehun + rest of EXO
Rating: PG-13 for implied suicide
Length: oneshot/694 words
Genre: angst
Author's note: word vomit i suppose
Branches of fingers grip tightly onto cold edges of metal and wind whips harshly against the lone solid form on the roof. Light pink hair flies back, clothes rumple and crumple with every moment, a silent nightingale is held in a tight grip.
Rough fingertips stroke the nightingale’s iron feathers, pressing against chilled hardness. The nightingale doesn’t sing.
(If the nightingale sings, it will rain crimson red.)
He reaches out, arm straight and fingers outstretched. The other hand contains the nightingale, sharp metal edges pressing into slightly calloused palms. He’s waiting.
He’s waiting for the pain to hit, waiting for himself to cry out, waiting for the numb feeling spreading through his hands as he bleeds, waiting for Luhan.
Pink tinged hair is stained red as he drops the nightingale with a loud clang and runs his hands through tousled hair. Mouth opens to scream but nothing comes out, except for an almost silent high pitched screech.
Voices burst in his head and faces flash by in his mind and it’s all muted out, ignored, but he only hears Luhan, sees Luhan, only knows Luhan.
(He seems to feel slim fingers entangling themselves in his and a soft whisper of light breath on the nape of his neck.)
He supposes it’s raining but then realizes it’s only his eyes that are moist. Tears start falling and they won’t stop, they can’t stop. Rivers of droplets trail down smooth cheeks and the back of a hand is angrily swiped across his face.
The same hand drops to the side of his body, limp and seemingly dead. He stands, unmoving against the strong wind. Red liquid falls from palm onto the cement ground, creating ugly brown stains on the dull grey floor.
(“Sehun, I’m here now, what’s wrong?”)
It’s almost like a surreal dream. Sehun looks up and sees Luhan in front of him. Transparency and tears, smoky legs that disappear and melt into the air; hands that reach out slightly, fingers gently coaxing and eyes warm and loving.
Luhan, Luhan, Luhan, he thinks.
There’s laughter from the floating boy, face radiant with youth and cheeks flushed with joy. Come with me, Sehun!
Choked sobs and curdling shrieks; Heels of hands digging into eyes, plugging tears but failing, knees hitting hard ground and pain streaking through them.
(“Sehun! Get away from there!” Is that Kyungsoo?)
Sehun, don’t listen! You love me, don’t you? White teeth and eye smiles, soft lips and outstretched hand.
Sehun contemplates and reaches out.
(“No!” Jongin…?)
Fingertips brush against each other and Sehun feels like he’s touching the wind.
(“Step off the ledge!” Kris, is that you?)
Bring the nightingale along, Sehun! Luhan laughs. His laughter sounds like church bells chiming, the soft tinkling of wind chimes.
(“Why can’t you listen?” Minseok hyung, are you there?)
Sehun bends slightly, hands groping the ground for the fallen nightingale, eyes never leaving Luhan’s. It’s like he’s in a trance; a trance he doesn’t ever want to escape from.
He hears voices, a whole combination of voices - Was that Yixing? - and they swarm in his head, ring in his ears, cloud his mind, and he screams.
A blood curdling scream, accompanied with tears and heartbeats, heartbeats that pound loudly in his mind, coursing through his blood. Knuckles turn white from gripping at the nightingale just a little too hard, nails digging into palms and creating small crescent dents on bloody palm.
Don’t cry anymore, you’ll be happy here with me! Because they say anywhere with you is heaven, right?
Sehun, let’s make the nightingale sing! Nightingales are meant to sing right? Yes, they are.
I wonder what it sounds like? robably beautiful.
Sing, nightingale! Sehun, make it sing! Okay.
Sehun brings the nightingale up higher, heart beating fast and voices roaring in his head.
No Sehun don’t what are you doing stop put that down it’s not safe get away from the edge come to us you’ll be safe here no don’t Sehun please I’m begging you please stop Sehun -
He looks right into the nightingale’s eyes, and pulls the trigger. The nightingale sings a solitary monotonous note.
Bang.
(And it starts raining crimson red.
Character(s): Sehun + rest of EXO
Rating: PG-13 for implied suicide
Length: oneshot/694 words
Genre: angst
Author's note: word vomit i suppose
Branches of fingers grip tightly onto cold edges of metal and wind whips harshly against the lone solid form on the roof. Light pink hair flies back, clothes rumple and crumple with every moment, a silent nightingale is held in a tight grip.
Rough fingertips stroke the nightingale’s iron feathers, pressing against chilled hardness. The nightingale doesn’t sing.
(If the nightingale sings, it will rain crimson red.)
He reaches out, arm straight and fingers outstretched. The other hand contains the nightingale, sharp metal edges pressing into slightly calloused palms. He’s waiting.
He’s waiting for the pain to hit, waiting for himself to cry out, waiting for the numb feeling spreading through his hands as he bleeds, waiting for Luhan.
Pink tinged hair is stained red as he drops the nightingale with a loud clang and runs his hands through tousled hair. Mouth opens to scream but nothing comes out, except for an almost silent high pitched screech.
Voices burst in his head and faces flash by in his mind and it’s all muted out, ignored, but he only hears Luhan, sees Luhan, only knows Luhan.
(He seems to feel slim fingers entangling themselves in his and a soft whisper of light breath on the nape of his neck.)
He supposes it’s raining but then realizes it’s only his eyes that are moist. Tears start falling and they won’t stop, they can’t stop. Rivers of droplets trail down smooth cheeks and the back of a hand is angrily swiped across his face.
The same hand drops to the side of his body, limp and seemingly dead. He stands, unmoving against the strong wind. Red liquid falls from palm onto the cement ground, creating ugly brown stains on the dull grey floor.
(“Sehun, I’m here now, what’s wrong?”)
It’s almost like a surreal dream. Sehun looks up and sees Luhan in front of him. Transparency and tears, smoky legs that disappear and melt into the air; hands that reach out slightly, fingers gently coaxing and eyes warm and loving.
Luhan, Luhan, Luhan, he thinks.
There’s laughter from the floating boy, face radiant with youth and cheeks flushed with joy. Come with me, Sehun!
Choked sobs and curdling shrieks; Heels of hands digging into eyes, plugging tears but failing, knees hitting hard ground and pain streaking through them.
(“Sehun! Get away from there!” Is that Kyungsoo?)
Sehun, don’t listen! You love me, don’t you? White teeth and eye smiles, soft lips and outstretched hand.
Sehun contemplates and reaches out.
(“No!” Jongin…?)
Fingertips brush against each other and Sehun feels like he’s touching the wind.
(“Step off the ledge!” Kris, is that you?)
Bring the nightingale along, Sehun! Luhan laughs. His laughter sounds like church bells chiming, the soft tinkling of wind chimes.
(“Why can’t you listen?” Minseok hyung, are you there?)
Sehun bends slightly, hands groping the ground for the fallen nightingale, eyes never leaving Luhan’s. It’s like he’s in a trance; a trance he doesn’t ever want to escape from.
He hears voices, a whole combination of voices - Was that Yixing? - and they swarm in his head, ring in his ears, cloud his mind, and he screams.
A blood curdling scream, accompanied with tears and heartbeats, heartbeats that pound loudly in his mind, coursing through his blood. Knuckles turn white from gripping at the nightingale just a little too hard, nails digging into palms and creating small crescent dents on bloody palm.
Don’t cry anymore, you’ll be happy here with me! Because they say anywhere with you is heaven, right?
Sehun, let’s make the nightingale sing! Nightingales are meant to sing right? Yes, they are.
I wonder what it sounds like? robably beautiful.
Sing, nightingale! Sehun, make it sing! Okay.
Sehun brings the nightingale up higher, heart beating fast and voices roaring in his head.
No Sehun don’t what are you doing stop put that down it’s not safe get away from the edge come to us you’ll be safe here no don’t Sehun please I’m begging you please stop Sehun -
He looks right into the nightingale’s eyes, and pulls the trigger. The nightingale sings a solitary monotonous note.
Bang.
(And it starts raining crimson red.