Samskeyti (숨. 얼음. 아픔.) [SiChul, G]
Title: Samskeyti (숨. 얼음. 아픔.)
Pairing: SiChul
Rating: G
Summary: “i want to experience something beautiful,” he says, and you follow him because that’s what you do, what you’ve always done.
Note: started/ended 09.28.09 kind of just a drabble? idk what this is. its not really sichul, only if you want it to be.
you should listen to this
“i want to experience something beautiful,” he says, and you follow him because that’s what you do, what you’ve always done. you’d follow him to the ends of the earth to just see him find his dream. with his arm thrown over your shoulder, you feel like he could conquer the world and you feel blessed to see it.
“life is too vicarious for me,” he says. “i need it for myself.” and maybe your life has been only vicarious since you’ve met him, but it somehow doesn’t matter as long as you can see him happy. you’ve become a part of him and does that really make it vicarious?
he takes you to the lake and jumps over the clouds to find the sun and you watch him all the while, watch him until gravity pulls him down, but he’s still beautiful once he’s landed in the crisp cool water, arms splayed out like flower petals drinking the sunlight. you dip your toes in just to feel it a bit more clearly.
he takes you to the edge of the mountain where the snow sits in piles and jumps in each one, makes snow angels on the ground while you sit by under the pine tree, slipping off your mittens to touch the icicle hanging off the branch and it breaks, falling into crushed ice by your feet.
he takes and he takes and he takes and you’re running after him.
the bed is small and you hold him close to you, though his toes against your calf are cold like the broken icicles by the pine and his breath against the column of your throat is damp like the water of the lake. everything is full of him and your heart beats with it and you hold him close to you.
you wake up and the sheets are cold with the winter air seeping through the cracks and it’s colder than his toes and not damp enough to be his breath. the shower isn’t running and the bed is still too small and he takes and he takes and he takes and the room is full of him and empty of him and your heart breaks with it and you’re running after him but all that you find is the snow and the ice that’s frozen over the lake.
Pairing: SiChul
Rating: G
Summary: “i want to experience something beautiful,” he says, and you follow him because that’s what you do, what you’ve always done.
Note: started/ended 09.28.09 kind of just a drabble? idk what this is. its not really sichul, only if you want it to be.
you should listen to this
“i want to experience something beautiful,” he says, and you follow him because that’s what you do, what you’ve always done. you’d follow him to the ends of the earth to just see him find his dream. with his arm thrown over your shoulder, you feel like he could conquer the world and you feel blessed to see it.
“life is too vicarious for me,” he says. “i need it for myself.” and maybe your life has been only vicarious since you’ve met him, but it somehow doesn’t matter as long as you can see him happy. you’ve become a part of him and does that really make it vicarious?
he takes you to the lake and jumps over the clouds to find the sun and you watch him all the while, watch him until gravity pulls him down, but he’s still beautiful once he’s landed in the crisp cool water, arms splayed out like flower petals drinking the sunlight. you dip your toes in just to feel it a bit more clearly.
he takes you to the edge of the mountain where the snow sits in piles and jumps in each one, makes snow angels on the ground while you sit by under the pine tree, slipping off your mittens to touch the icicle hanging off the branch and it breaks, falling into crushed ice by your feet.
he takes and he takes and he takes and you’re running after him.
the bed is small and you hold him close to you, though his toes against your calf are cold like the broken icicles by the pine and his breath against the column of your throat is damp like the water of the lake. everything is full of him and your heart beats with it and you hold him close to you.
you wake up and the sheets are cold with the winter air seeping through the cracks and it’s colder than his toes and not damp enough to be his breath. the shower isn’t running and the bed is still too small and he takes and he takes and he takes and the room is full of him and empty of him and your heart breaks with it and you’re running after him but all that you find is the snow and the ice that’s frozen over the lake.