we could be alive
shineeworld prompt: conquer
key/taemin
angst
g
200 words
as the sun sets, on battlefields
Clouds hovering pale, grey edged and set aflame from certain angles. Somewhere in this sky-coloured delirium, Kibum thinks they look better lying on his back.
“Over,” he tells Taemin in halting syllables and for a moment, a familiar face towers above his, tired smile, disarrayed hair. There’s blood matted in the strands. “Sit down for a while, at least. It’s all over.”
“I can still get far enough with you on my back,” Taemin says a bit too wistfully and Kibum groans, still has enough left in him to roll his eyes and pat the grass next to him weakly. “Sit. Talk to me about dying.”
“Let me show you what living is instead.”
Taemin sits, reaches for Kibum’s hand. Brushes his thumb against a fluttering pulse that seems to pause for a heartbeat when he kisses Kibum, steals precious, precious air and seconds away. Somewhere over the hill (broken bodies, face down in the dirt), they’re coming back again, Kibum’s hands shaking when he tries to shake Taemin’s grasp away.
“Time for you to go.”
I hope you can save me
“No.”
He doesn’t leave.
I hope you can save our wounded hearts.
[fin]
A/N-> Uhm. I have a slightly..odd...interpretation of this week's theme? bolded parts are lyrics from Bend Your Arms to Look Like Wings by Funeral for a Friend. Good song, that.
key/taemin
angst
g
200 words
as the sun sets, on battlefields
Clouds hovering pale, grey edged and set aflame from certain angles. Somewhere in this sky-coloured delirium, Kibum thinks they look better lying on his back.
“Over,” he tells Taemin in halting syllables and for a moment, a familiar face towers above his, tired smile, disarrayed hair. There’s blood matted in the strands. “Sit down for a while, at least. It’s all over.”
“I can still get far enough with you on my back,” Taemin says a bit too wistfully and Kibum groans, still has enough left in him to roll his eyes and pat the grass next to him weakly. “Sit. Talk to me about dying.”
“Let me show you what living is instead.”
Taemin sits, reaches for Kibum’s hand. Brushes his thumb against a fluttering pulse that seems to pause for a heartbeat when he kisses Kibum, steals precious, precious air and seconds away. Somewhere over the hill (broken bodies, face down in the dirt), they’re coming back again, Kibum’s hands shaking when he tries to shake Taemin’s grasp away.
“Time for you to go.”
I hope you can save me
“No.”
He doesn’t leave.
I hope you can save our wounded hearts.
[fin]
A/N-> Uhm. I have a slightly..odd...interpretation of this week's theme? bolded parts are lyrics from Bend Your Arms to Look Like Wings by Funeral for a Friend. Good song, that.