when lightning strikes the sea
junmyeon is the rippling image beneath the reflection of starlight upon the waters; jongdae is the intense glance of the skies directed to the earth.
there are things not meant to be, things that shouldn't work at all, not when one of them can't even lift a finger from the surface of the sea and the other only exists in bright lights that strike ill-fated oak trees. junmyeon is eternal, ebbing and flowing and counting the seashells on the foam-kissed shore, observing the restless earth from under the unchanging sky. jongdae is the split-second rage of the heavens, divine and breathtaking and short-lived, born within the turbulence of ashen clouds.
there are things not meant to be, but they make it work somehow, for theirs is a deep, ceaseless longing that defies, expressed in howling winds and a wild chorus of raindrops. there's never enough time for them, not enough chances, not enough storms allowing jongdae's voice to be heard everywhere and swirl junmyeon's waters into furious waves vainly reaching up, up, up.
but there are times when lightning finally strikes the sea.
when jongdae has descended at the perfect moment, sharp and eager and blindingly brilliant, and junmyeon holds him close, envelops him with his presence, sighing at the surge of electricity jongdae traces into his being. and jongdae dissipates all too soon, whispering junmyeon's name as he fades into the depths, and the world overhead rumbles in response.
eventually, inevitably, the storm comes to an end, its anger spent, and the clouds part to reveal a sky without jongdae.
junmyeon stares at this vast emptiness above him and, with bittersweet yearning, the memory of lightning pulsing beneath the tides, begins his vigil for the next tempest.
Original tumblr entry here (together with a pic edit)