[infinite] our fallout
our fallout
myungsoo/sungyeol ; pg ; supernatural, romance
almost, maybe, not quite yet together.
a/n: From choke (it's there somewhere...). Soo my comeback post was supposed to be this huge compilation of drabbles and an update of finding home, buut Dean-oppa's feeling down and he's guilt-tripping me :'< So okay here you go. Oh and welcome back me!!!
There's a light breeze ruffling Myungsoo's hair, quietly shifting through the dark locks and the black feathers of the wings in his back. His gaze was far away, distant, sweeping through the cityscape as he sat on the roof of an abandoned building under the purple sky of dusk. There's a tired, resigned waver in the curve of his back and the bittersweet of nostalgia in his mouth.
Moments later he hears the soft ruffle of another pair of wings and the sound of feet landing on the space behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
Sungyeol plops down beside him, warmth emenating from his body and Myungsoo yearns to hold, to feel him. But he can't, so he bites the inside of his cheek instead, fists tight by his sides. Sungyeol smiled wearily like he understood, not even shivering from the chill that escaped Myungsoo.
"How was your day?" Myungsoo asked, out of habit more than anything. Sungyeol lifted his shoulders, eyes somewhat bored.
"Gave life to four fetuses, heartbeats to this woman who nearly died in a car crash. Same old, same old," he finished with a laugh. If Myungsoo had a heart it would probably beat faster just from the sound of Sungyeol's laughter.
He's seen the miracle happen, when Sungyeol, or other angels, blow life into four months old fetuses with their songs of light and life, or hope into sick and dying people with a sweep of their snow white wings. And that's exactly what made Myungsoo fall for him from the start.
Sungyeol didn't ask him about his day. He understands how much Myungsoo hated his own job. But Myungsoo tells him anyway. His black feathers ruffle a little to keep what little warmth he has, fingers gripping the edge of the roof a little tighter.
"I took away three lives today. Made a little girl sick. Same old, same old," he repeated Sungyeol with a small smile, and Sungyeol laughs.
Sungyeol's hair waves in the wind as he tilted his head back to absorb the last rays of sunlight, and Myungsoo is mesmerised. Something gets lodged in his throat, choking him and suddenly air is scrace. His airway is blocked as Sungyeol turned to smile at him, a little sad but still beautiful. Sungyeol lifted his hand and ran his fingers along Myungsoo's throat, circling them over his adam's apple, and finally rested on his shoulder. Like he knew what Myungsoo felt, like he's trying to -- like he's trying to soothe the pain. Sungyeol didn't flinch at how cold Myungsoo's skin was.
Myungsoo tried not to think about how different everything would be if they had met in a different lifetime.
a/n: Written while watching Tintin may not make sense FORGIVE ME. That was why I left twitter OTL. Oppa this was supposed to cheer you up but it's angst. My mind works in a strange way yes /headdesk.
myungsoo/sungyeol ; pg ; supernatural, romance
almost, maybe, not quite yet together.
a/n: From choke (it's there somewhere...). Soo my comeback post was supposed to be this huge compilation of drabbles and an update of finding home, buut Dean-oppa's feeling down and he's guilt-tripping me :'< So okay here you go. Oh and welcome back me!!!
There's a light breeze ruffling Myungsoo's hair, quietly shifting through the dark locks and the black feathers of the wings in his back. His gaze was far away, distant, sweeping through the cityscape as he sat on the roof of an abandoned building under the purple sky of dusk. There's a tired, resigned waver in the curve of his back and the bittersweet of nostalgia in his mouth.
Moments later he hears the soft ruffle of another pair of wings and the sound of feet landing on the space behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
Sungyeol plops down beside him, warmth emenating from his body and Myungsoo yearns to hold, to feel him. But he can't, so he bites the inside of his cheek instead, fists tight by his sides. Sungyeol smiled wearily like he understood, not even shivering from the chill that escaped Myungsoo.
"How was your day?" Myungsoo asked, out of habit more than anything. Sungyeol lifted his shoulders, eyes somewhat bored.
"Gave life to four fetuses, heartbeats to this woman who nearly died in a car crash. Same old, same old," he finished with a laugh. If Myungsoo had a heart it would probably beat faster just from the sound of Sungyeol's laughter.
He's seen the miracle happen, when Sungyeol, or other angels, blow life into four months old fetuses with their songs of light and life, or hope into sick and dying people with a sweep of their snow white wings. And that's exactly what made Myungsoo fall for him from the start.
Sungyeol didn't ask him about his day. He understands how much Myungsoo hated his own job. But Myungsoo tells him anyway. His black feathers ruffle a little to keep what little warmth he has, fingers gripping the edge of the roof a little tighter.
"I took away three lives today. Made a little girl sick. Same old, same old," he repeated Sungyeol with a small smile, and Sungyeol laughs.
Sungyeol's hair waves in the wind as he tilted his head back to absorb the last rays of sunlight, and Myungsoo is mesmerised. Something gets lodged in his throat, choking him and suddenly air is scrace. His airway is blocked as Sungyeol turned to smile at him, a little sad but still beautiful. Sungyeol lifted his hand and ran his fingers along Myungsoo's throat, circling them over his adam's apple, and finally rested on his shoulder. Like he knew what Myungsoo felt, like he's trying to -- like he's trying to soothe the pain. Sungyeol didn't flinch at how cold Myungsoo's skin was.
Myungsoo tried not to think about how different everything would be if they had met in a different lifetime.
a/n: Written while watching Tintin may not make sense FORGIVE ME. That was why I left twitter OTL. Oppa this was supposed to cheer you up but it's angst. My mind works in a strange way yes /headdesk.