般若 (Hannya)
For kyulyn :D I think I'm going to fuck up halfway lol
般若 (Hannya) | R
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
This white world must be your dream as you sleep, or an illusion...
Tonight, it is the same dream.
Kyuhyun's crimson parasol opens to the pale moonlight like a lonesome blossom in the white forest, a speck of blood in the pure white snow. He angles the parasol back slightly and holds out his palm from under the canopy and snowflakes grace his fingertips. Snow falls lightly around him, falling onto his dark tresses and melting into the sleeves of his yukata.
He wanders through the unmarked paths of the woods; leaving his footprints in the snow, merely ephemeral impressions that vanishes in the soft winter breeze that blows from the north. Intervening trees overlook him passing by them as he weaves through their crooked paths while his instincts take him to nowhere.
Then, he comes to the frozen lake. In the flurry of snow, there is someone waiting for him in the middle of the stage of the Noh theatre, its once grand wooden structure is but the salvaged remains of a great fire. Ryeowook dances to the silence, spinning and spinning gracefully in the centre. His opaque eyes and cherry lips beckon Kyuhyun forth and Kyuhyun steps moves towards him unmindfully.
The silk sleeves of Ryeowook's kimono are like butterfly wings as he enfolds Kyuhyun in his arms. Ryeowook's touches are tender as he cards his fingers through Kyuhyun’s snow dusted hair and slide them over Kyuhyun's cheeks softly.
Kyuhyun presses his lips onto Ryeowook's, caressing the supple flesh against his lips with his tongue as his hold around Ryeowook's small waist tautens. He drags his mouth away and strangely tastes tears on his tongue. Ryeowook's tears stream down his face and damp the front of Kyuhyun's yukata. Kyuhyun touches his frozen fingertips to Ryeowook's saddened face. Kyuhyun doesn't understand the brokenness inside his dark orbs.
When he wipes away the tears from Ryeowook's eyes, he leaves a single scarlet line across the paleness of Ryeowook's cheek. He stares at his hands and finds them stained with blood, the thick, dark rivulets run down his arms and trickle into his clothes. He steps back with a startle. He has stained and dirtied the whiteness of Ryeowook's kimono, spreading deep red marks on his body where Kyuhyun has wrapped his arms and slid his hands underneath the thick, warm folds moments ago.
Ryeowook collapses to the ground and he stares at Kyuhyun with fearful eyes. Ryeowook's trembling lips are moving. Kyuhyun's lips move to the words Ryeowook is saying and realizes what Ryeowook keeps saying over and over again.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
Sungmin courses a hand through Ryeowook's hair gently, whispering words Kyuhyun cannot hear. Then, he turns to Kyuhyun. His smile is bright and frightening like lightning; the fine line which cuts clean across his throat is like red thread. The katana drops from Kyuhyun’s bloodstained hand.
The metallic scent and the smell of decayed flesh rise to Kyuhyun's nostrils when Sungmin wraps his arms around him.
When he opens his eyes, Kyuhyun is alone in the Lily Room of the inn. He sits up and lights the oil lamp by his mattress on the floor, the small flame flickers weakly against the dusk of the night, wicked shadow leer at him from the corners of the room.
Kyuhyun eyes the blurred impressions of white lilies imprinted upon the antique wallpaper briefly. He touches his hand to his side and smiles bitterly at its emptiness and the waning warmth.
Outside the glass sliding doors is the traditional garden. It would've been beautifully coloured with autumn leaves a week or two ago, but now, the panoramic view of the garden was powdered with white snow. Kyuhyun slides it open and steps onto the wooden terrace, the winter draft wafts gently against him.
Behind the stone lantern, Ryeowook sits by the shrub of magnolias. Its white flowers bloom magnificently in winter. He strokes the pliant petal of the single blossom in his palm. In his white kimono, at first sight, he could be easily mistaken for one of the many sculptures in the ryokan’s traditional garden.
"You shouldn't wander alone at night," Kyuhyun says softly, trudging through the snow in his wooden clogs. Ryeowook lifts his head and smiles sadly at Kyuhyun, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears.
"I can't sleep," Ryeowook says tiredly. Fragments of his nightmare stare back fiercely at Kyuhyun in the eyes.
Kyuhyun cups Ryeowook's cheek and leaves a chaste kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry," he whispers, clasping Ryeowook's hands. His voice trembles. "I wish I knew how to chase them away."
"It'll be alright," Ryeowook tells him with a dimmed smile. He presses his lips of Kyuhyun's forehead softly. "It'll be alright as long as you're here."
Kyuhyun smiles slightly. He wants to believe, but his smile is halfhearted.
Ryeowook falls asleep in Kyuhyun's arms as they bide on the terrace overseeing the tranquility of the garden.
In a never ending dream, Ryeowook meets Kyuhyun halfway through. Wandering through the abyss of darkness, they are eternal lovers bound by sin.
* * *
① Noh is a classic Japanese stage play where the characters wear masks, with men playing male and female roles.
② In Noh, the mask of Hannya represents the vengeful, jealous demon.
③ A katana is a Japanese backsword
④ The yukata and kimono are traditional Japanese garments. Yukata is a casual form of a kimono for summer, but in this case, Kyuhyun is a guest at a traditional Japanese inn (ryokan) where guests are normally provided with the yukata as bathrobes/loungewear.
般若 (Hannya) | R
Kyuhyun/Ryeowook
This white world must be your dream as you sleep, or an illusion...
Tonight, it is the same dream.
Kyuhyun's crimson parasol opens to the pale moonlight like a lonesome blossom in the white forest, a speck of blood in the pure white snow. He angles the parasol back slightly and holds out his palm from under the canopy and snowflakes grace his fingertips. Snow falls lightly around him, falling onto his dark tresses and melting into the sleeves of his yukata.
He wanders through the unmarked paths of the woods; leaving his footprints in the snow, merely ephemeral impressions that vanishes in the soft winter breeze that blows from the north. Intervening trees overlook him passing by them as he weaves through their crooked paths while his instincts take him to nowhere.
Then, he comes to the frozen lake. In the flurry of snow, there is someone waiting for him in the middle of the stage of the Noh theatre, its once grand wooden structure is but the salvaged remains of a great fire. Ryeowook dances to the silence, spinning and spinning gracefully in the centre. His opaque eyes and cherry lips beckon Kyuhyun forth and Kyuhyun steps moves towards him unmindfully.
The silk sleeves of Ryeowook's kimono are like butterfly wings as he enfolds Kyuhyun in his arms. Ryeowook's touches are tender as he cards his fingers through Kyuhyun’s snow dusted hair and slide them over Kyuhyun's cheeks softly.
Kyuhyun presses his lips onto Ryeowook's, caressing the supple flesh against his lips with his tongue as his hold around Ryeowook's small waist tautens. He drags his mouth away and strangely tastes tears on his tongue. Ryeowook's tears stream down his face and damp the front of Kyuhyun's yukata. Kyuhyun touches his frozen fingertips to Ryeowook's saddened face. Kyuhyun doesn't understand the brokenness inside his dark orbs.
When he wipes away the tears from Ryeowook's eyes, he leaves a single scarlet line across the paleness of Ryeowook's cheek. He stares at his hands and finds them stained with blood, the thick, dark rivulets run down his arms and trickle into his clothes. He steps back with a startle. He has stained and dirtied the whiteness of Ryeowook's kimono, spreading deep red marks on his body where Kyuhyun has wrapped his arms and slid his hands underneath the thick, warm folds moments ago.
Ryeowook collapses to the ground and he stares at Kyuhyun with fearful eyes. Ryeowook's trembling lips are moving. Kyuhyun's lips move to the words Ryeowook is saying and realizes what Ryeowook keeps saying over and over again.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
Sungmin courses a hand through Ryeowook's hair gently, whispering words Kyuhyun cannot hear. Then, he turns to Kyuhyun. His smile is bright and frightening like lightning; the fine line which cuts clean across his throat is like red thread. The katana drops from Kyuhyun’s bloodstained hand.
The metallic scent and the smell of decayed flesh rise to Kyuhyun's nostrils when Sungmin wraps his arms around him.
When he opens his eyes, Kyuhyun is alone in the Lily Room of the inn. He sits up and lights the oil lamp by his mattress on the floor, the small flame flickers weakly against the dusk of the night, wicked shadow leer at him from the corners of the room.
Kyuhyun eyes the blurred impressions of white lilies imprinted upon the antique wallpaper briefly. He touches his hand to his side and smiles bitterly at its emptiness and the waning warmth.
Outside the glass sliding doors is the traditional garden. It would've been beautifully coloured with autumn leaves a week or two ago, but now, the panoramic view of the garden was powdered with white snow. Kyuhyun slides it open and steps onto the wooden terrace, the winter draft wafts gently against him.
Behind the stone lantern, Ryeowook sits by the shrub of magnolias. Its white flowers bloom magnificently in winter. He strokes the pliant petal of the single blossom in his palm. In his white kimono, at first sight, he could be easily mistaken for one of the many sculptures in the ryokan’s traditional garden.
"You shouldn't wander alone at night," Kyuhyun says softly, trudging through the snow in his wooden clogs. Ryeowook lifts his head and smiles sadly at Kyuhyun, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears.
"I can't sleep," Ryeowook says tiredly. Fragments of his nightmare stare back fiercely at Kyuhyun in the eyes.
Kyuhyun cups Ryeowook's cheek and leaves a chaste kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry," he whispers, clasping Ryeowook's hands. His voice trembles. "I wish I knew how to chase them away."
"It'll be alright," Ryeowook tells him with a dimmed smile. He presses his lips of Kyuhyun's forehead softly. "It'll be alright as long as you're here."
Kyuhyun smiles slightly. He wants to believe, but his smile is halfhearted.
Ryeowook falls asleep in Kyuhyun's arms as they bide on the terrace overseeing the tranquility of the garden.
In a never ending dream, Ryeowook meets Kyuhyun halfway through. Wandering through the abyss of darkness, they are eternal lovers bound by sin.
* * *
① Noh is a classic Japanese stage play where the characters wear masks, with men playing male and female roles.
② In Noh, the mask of Hannya represents the vengeful, jealous demon.
③ A katana is a Japanese backsword
④ The yukata and kimono are traditional Japanese garments. Yukata is a casual form of a kimono for summer, but in this case, Kyuhyun is a guest at a traditional Japanese inn (ryokan) where guests are normally provided with the yukata as bathrobes/loungewear.