Their story liveth for evermore
Title: Their story liveth for evermore
Pairing: Hanchul
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,179
Summary: Heechul tells Hankyung a story. A story of them, from a different time, a different place. That story did not get the ending it might have deserved, but it is up to them whether their story will go differently. (Includes themes of Hankyung leaving and Heechul going to the army)
A/N: Written because I really want Hanchul right now. I was inspired because I read a poem and then I remembered this sentence that I had heard before: Their name liveth for evermore. I apparently really love that sort of weird old English, and as a result this came up. I’m not sure how I feel about this though… You might have to read in between the lines a little bit to get the point. (if there even is a point, I'm not sure anymore) Anyway, please let me know what you think? <3
One was a peasant, the other a vagrant. The first tied to his father’s land while the other free but looked down upon.
They met when the vagrant grew tired of touring the cities, he had been to three during the past six years - transportation was slow during those times - and he decided to take a rest in the countryside.
Their encounter was by chance, they were brought together by mere luck or possibly misfortune, the hard work of the peasant being rewarded by the sight of the handsome vagrant.
The vagrant came to work at a croft on the lands of the peasant’s father, and they were even further acquainted through such happenings.
It was unheard of during such times, as they were both men, but slowly they fell in love.
Their love grew deeper and deeper, through their hearts as if a path through the dark forests, taking over their minds like the snow which falls on dry land once comes autumn.
But alas, their love could not persevere, it was known by all to begin with.
The peasant’s father became aware of their emotions, and as it was clearly stated in a contract that the ex-vagrant had living rights on his land as long as he cared for that small patch of barren land properly, he could not take his wrath on him.
It mattered not, because most of all he was enraged by his disobedient son, a disgrace to the whole of their bloodline of innocent hard workers who married and took over their father’s land.
Though angry, the peasant’s father was not yet blinded by his chagrin and decided to be forgiving to his only son: he told the peasant to finish his relations with the vagrant and with that everything would be forgotten.
But the peasant could not do so, he could not follow his father’s demand which would break the heart of both himself and his dear lover but still force them to live right next to each other.
His other choice was no more grand for the hearts of those two lovers: the peasant decided to leave. He could not live by his father whilst knowing his true heart was not welcome in that house.
So he left. He bid farewell to his house and his people and left, refusing to take the desperate ex-vagrant with him. He stated he could not defy his father any further, so even if it ruined his happiness and took them far away from each other, he had to leave alone. He too became a lone traveler, a vagrant just as his lover had been before he had settled in the peasant’s lands. They had exchanged parts unknowingly.
The original vagrant was left heart-broken. He cried in his small cabin day-in day-out and prayed for the return of the peasant.
But the peasant never returned. He never even heard of the peasant again, how could he have.
The vagrant was left living on the lands of the very man who destroyed him until the last day of his sorrowful, miserable life.
Though this story may never have gotten it’s happy ending, it’s happily forever after, it is still one of the greatest love stories to ever have come to pass in time before ours or even in the times that are yet to pass.
Though the names of these two men are forgotten, though their faces are no longer remembered, their story shall live for evermore, as their hearts as bushy as the dark forests and covered by the never-melting snow are as alive today through their love for each other as they were on the very day they parted ways hundreds of years ago.
*
“I had no idea you could be so poetic”, Hankyung noted as he stroked the hair of the man who was currently laying next to him, or actually half on top of him, on the bed in the quiet room.
“Don’t give me stupid comments, just enjoy the story”, Heechul snapped, but his angry tone was invalid as he tightened the grip he had around Hankyung’s torso.
“That’s us, right?” Hankyung questioned. “That’s not the way it went, though.”
“I told you not to make stupid comments.”
“I didn’t leave and never contact you again”, Hankyung insisted, placing a soft kiss on Heechul’s forehead.
“Yeah, but that’s because we live in the modern time. If you had left back in the time that my story took place, you would have had no way of contacting me”, Heechul pointed out with some bitterness in his voice.
“I’m sorry”, Hankyung said with a sigh, deciding to let the matter drop as Heechul was clearly too adamant to be convinced that his present conception was incorrect.
“I’m going to miss you”, Heechul said ignoring the apology, clutching Hankyung’s shoulder with his hand - half in desperation, half in reprimand over something Hankyung had no control over.
“I would have thought you had gotten used to it by now.”
“Didn’t you hear the story just now? The vagrant died lonely and miserable after being abandoned by his peasant. He never got over it.”
“You weren’t abandoned and you aren’t going to die alone”, Hankyung stated firmly, moving his hand from Heechul’s hair onto his chin, turning his head so Heechul had no other option but to look him in the eye.
“Oh really?” Heechul questioned, staring at Hankyung with such piercing eyes that Hankyung had slight difficulties to maintain the eye contact even though he had initiated it to begin with.
“Yes, because I’m going to come back to you. I am not the same as that peasant that never returned, because I will come back to you when the time is right. For now, you just have to stay strong and believe in me”, Hankyung assured.
Heechul let out a bitter, grim laugh. “So you’ll be back when the time is right for you?”
“No”, Hankyung disagreed quickly. “I’ll be back when the time is right for us. You know we can’t be together now.”
“Hmm. Because the father is still lurking right by us as I am still living on his lands”, Heechul agreed as he returned back to his previous position with his head snuggly tucked under Hankyung’s jaw. The both of them knew Heechul was not referring to just one person by ‘father’, but several different factors that were keeping them apart.
“Come visit me when I’m on vacation. I can’t wait until I’m discharged to see you again”, Heechul muttered a few minutes later.
“Do you think I could wait that long? I told you I’m not the same as in your story”, Hankyung replied, giving Heechul’s shoulder a reprimanding slap. Heechul grunted in dissatisfaction and decided to shut Hankyung up with a kiss as deep as the ocean and as hot as the summer days, because they were not as the lovers in his story nor was their ending going to be the same, and therefore the story could not go in the exact same pattern either.
Pairing: Hanchul
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,179
Summary: Heechul tells Hankyung a story. A story of them, from a different time, a different place. That story did not get the ending it might have deserved, but it is up to them whether their story will go differently. (Includes themes of Hankyung leaving and Heechul going to the army)
A/N: Written because I really want Hanchul right now. I was inspired because I read a poem and then I remembered this sentence that I had heard before: Their name liveth for evermore. I apparently really love that sort of weird old English, and as a result this came up. I’m not sure how I feel about this though… You might have to read in between the lines a little bit to get the point. (if there even is a point, I'm not sure anymore) Anyway, please let me know what you think? <3
One was a peasant, the other a vagrant. The first tied to his father’s land while the other free but looked down upon.
They met when the vagrant grew tired of touring the cities, he had been to three during the past six years - transportation was slow during those times - and he decided to take a rest in the countryside.
Their encounter was by chance, they were brought together by mere luck or possibly misfortune, the hard work of the peasant being rewarded by the sight of the handsome vagrant.
The vagrant came to work at a croft on the lands of the peasant’s father, and they were even further acquainted through such happenings.
It was unheard of during such times, as they were both men, but slowly they fell in love.
Their love grew deeper and deeper, through their hearts as if a path through the dark forests, taking over their minds like the snow which falls on dry land once comes autumn.
But alas, their love could not persevere, it was known by all to begin with.
The peasant’s father became aware of their emotions, and as it was clearly stated in a contract that the ex-vagrant had living rights on his land as long as he cared for that small patch of barren land properly, he could not take his wrath on him.
It mattered not, because most of all he was enraged by his disobedient son, a disgrace to the whole of their bloodline of innocent hard workers who married and took over their father’s land.
Though angry, the peasant’s father was not yet blinded by his chagrin and decided to be forgiving to his only son: he told the peasant to finish his relations with the vagrant and with that everything would be forgotten.
But the peasant could not do so, he could not follow his father’s demand which would break the heart of both himself and his dear lover but still force them to live right next to each other.
His other choice was no more grand for the hearts of those two lovers: the peasant decided to leave. He could not live by his father whilst knowing his true heart was not welcome in that house.
So he left. He bid farewell to his house and his people and left, refusing to take the desperate ex-vagrant with him. He stated he could not defy his father any further, so even if it ruined his happiness and took them far away from each other, he had to leave alone. He too became a lone traveler, a vagrant just as his lover had been before he had settled in the peasant’s lands. They had exchanged parts unknowingly.
The original vagrant was left heart-broken. He cried in his small cabin day-in day-out and prayed for the return of the peasant.
But the peasant never returned. He never even heard of the peasant again, how could he have.
The vagrant was left living on the lands of the very man who destroyed him until the last day of his sorrowful, miserable life.
Though this story may never have gotten it’s happy ending, it’s happily forever after, it is still one of the greatest love stories to ever have come to pass in time before ours or even in the times that are yet to pass.
Though the names of these two men are forgotten, though their faces are no longer remembered, their story shall live for evermore, as their hearts as bushy as the dark forests and covered by the never-melting snow are as alive today through their love for each other as they were on the very day they parted ways hundreds of years ago.
*
“I had no idea you could be so poetic”, Hankyung noted as he stroked the hair of the man who was currently laying next to him, or actually half on top of him, on the bed in the quiet room.
“Don’t give me stupid comments, just enjoy the story”, Heechul snapped, but his angry tone was invalid as he tightened the grip he had around Hankyung’s torso.
“That’s us, right?” Hankyung questioned. “That’s not the way it went, though.”
“I told you not to make stupid comments.”
“I didn’t leave and never contact you again”, Hankyung insisted, placing a soft kiss on Heechul’s forehead.
“Yeah, but that’s because we live in the modern time. If you had left back in the time that my story took place, you would have had no way of contacting me”, Heechul pointed out with some bitterness in his voice.
“I’m sorry”, Hankyung said with a sigh, deciding to let the matter drop as Heechul was clearly too adamant to be convinced that his present conception was incorrect.
“I’m going to miss you”, Heechul said ignoring the apology, clutching Hankyung’s shoulder with his hand - half in desperation, half in reprimand over something Hankyung had no control over.
“I would have thought you had gotten used to it by now.”
“Didn’t you hear the story just now? The vagrant died lonely and miserable after being abandoned by his peasant. He never got over it.”
“You weren’t abandoned and you aren’t going to die alone”, Hankyung stated firmly, moving his hand from Heechul’s hair onto his chin, turning his head so Heechul had no other option but to look him in the eye.
“Oh really?” Heechul questioned, staring at Hankyung with such piercing eyes that Hankyung had slight difficulties to maintain the eye contact even though he had initiated it to begin with.
“Yes, because I’m going to come back to you. I am not the same as that peasant that never returned, because I will come back to you when the time is right. For now, you just have to stay strong and believe in me”, Hankyung assured.
Heechul let out a bitter, grim laugh. “So you’ll be back when the time is right for you?”
“No”, Hankyung disagreed quickly. “I’ll be back when the time is right for us. You know we can’t be together now.”
“Hmm. Because the father is still lurking right by us as I am still living on his lands”, Heechul agreed as he returned back to his previous position with his head snuggly tucked under Hankyung’s jaw. The both of them knew Heechul was not referring to just one person by ‘father’, but several different factors that were keeping them apart.
“Come visit me when I’m on vacation. I can’t wait until I’m discharged to see you again”, Heechul muttered a few minutes later.
“Do you think I could wait that long? I told you I’m not the same as in your story”, Hankyung replied, giving Heechul’s shoulder a reprimanding slap. Heechul grunted in dissatisfaction and decided to shut Hankyung up with a kiss as deep as the ocean and as hot as the summer days, because they were not as the lovers in his story nor was their ending going to be the same, and therefore the story could not go in the exact same pattern either.