Vocable; Tablo-centric; Ninja!HenBlo
| Vocable | Epik High/Super Junior | Tablo-centric, HenBlo | Gen | G | He felt like exploding. |
A/N: this was born out my frustration with my own lack of writing.
He felt like exploding. It was as if something under his skin that was crawling, wanting to come out. He couldn't sit without fidgeting as something in him refused to settle. He was uncomfortable in his own skin.
He hadn't written in a while. He didn't know how survived that kind of abstinence. He wanted to write, needed to write but when he sat down on his work-table, Henry asleep on the other room, on his (their?) bed - he's beautiful, he's amazing, he's everything and words once again failed Tablo - the phrases, the locution, couldn't live up to the flurry of thoughts, the confusing emotions in him. Henry looked at him with hero-worship, with unconditional love and he was afraid he couldn't match up to what was expected of him. But Henry believed in him. Believed in him when many didn't.
He remembered the hate, the scandal. How it all hurt, how it all scarred him. The truth did not set him free, especially when it was against so much blind hate. He doubted himself, he doubted everything. He was crashing. Everything happened too fast, he held his breath, waiting for the crash. It happened. After that, he died and returned as a new man. The worst happened to him and he survived.
The scratching of the pen echoed in the room. Words formed, he read them.
He sighed and dropped his pen in frustration as he, again, failed. He had half a mind to slide back in the sheets with Henry, where it was warm and everything a home could ever be. But he didn't.
He looked at the wastebasket, already full with balled up papers, some of them on the floor as he occasionally missed, scattered. Tablo mourned for the trees he was killing and vowed to recycle the papers. Then he picked up his pen, warm from his own heat because he seemed to hold on to it for forever, and tried again. Maybe, this time the emotions and the dictions match.
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A/N2 : First time writing Tablo, hope it wasn't out of character.
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