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[oneshot] Heartbeat
Title: Heartbeat.
Author: faricsyung
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Summary: For everyone was a puppet in one way or another. Life would not become fair for you alone. Hence, the spirit and faith to defy whatever diversion befallen your way were crucial. Only those who faced up to the Fate's challenge would be able to devour their Dream, as it did not come without its worth.
Notes: Written a long while back when the MV was first out. Only decided to share it now. Could be a wee bit outdated. ^^;
~*~*~*
The silence was deeply grave. The surrounding darkness was equally cold, even the lingering shadows were engulfed in its deepest colour. A passing moment felt too long to pass, yet it did not come with relief.
Every single thing seemed to be caught in an abeyance.
The wheel of time turned nonetheless, a solid clarity polished by ancient harshness in spite of rust, though the mere act smelled of reluctance.
Then, a soft ripple cut through the thick air, awashing the entire feel with warmth in a split second, and stayed.
Without sound, the threads of movement extended its reach on one of the figures lying scattered and motionless. It was almost unseen, but the spark of change tugged at the fingertips through invisible nerves worked in contrast of its veil.
A pulse broke the walls of the frozen heart. Once. Twice. The rhythm built steadily as the beat increased true.
Not unexpectedly, a sudden jolt of energy pulled the body from its immobility, putting it back to kneeling position, like in a prayer. The sharp edges of rubbles, the pressing of black sands seeped to the skin as the senses awakened.
Ock Taekyeon coughed his long-held breath and remembered.
The tears. The confusions. The arguments.
His muted scream of agony pierced the curtain of stagnant, putting a stop to the nightmares and rousing the others from their forced slumber. As he struggled to get on his feet, the members responded to their own calling and followed suit.
It was quiet no longer as the streched opening stirred abuzz. Their heart fall to its old cadence, but neither one of them felt alive. The questions unspoken hung like a mist of unsettling dust, disturbing.
Why were they here? Now?
Without their leader?
A strong pull held them in place, each of them noticed the cobwebs of strings interlacing their bodies. For a brief moment they caught sight of the enormous network beyond of their limited sight.
Then they saw a glimpse of one lone string stood out from the rest. Pulsing rather weakly, the colour less prominent than most, but what made it vivid was how it connected them all together, and how strong it felt.
Its sheer power overwhelmed their perception, their eyes shut in return as a clear image of understanding formed in their minds. They could felt a distinct heart beating through the same bond as the six of them here, though faraway.
Nobody said a word when the shared envisage drifted off, leaving behind a trail of whisper ringing in their wake:
Listen to my Heartbeat; It’s beating for you;
Listen to my Heartbeat; It’s waiting for you.
It went both ways.
Their blood might be no longer red, their vision now tainted, but their will to fight for their destined path renewed in vigour.
To be wholly alive, again. Together. Complete.
Author: faricsyung
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Summary: For everyone was a puppet in one way or another. Life would not become fair for you alone. Hence, the spirit and faith to defy whatever diversion befallen your way were crucial. Only those who faced up to the Fate's challenge would be able to devour their Dream, as it did not come without its worth.
Notes: Written a long while back when the MV was first out. Only decided to share it now. Could be a wee bit outdated. ^^;
~*~*~*
The silence was deeply grave. The surrounding darkness was equally cold, even the lingering shadows were engulfed in its deepest colour. A passing moment felt too long to pass, yet it did not come with relief.
Every single thing seemed to be caught in an abeyance.
The wheel of time turned nonetheless, a solid clarity polished by ancient harshness in spite of rust, though the mere act smelled of reluctance.
Then, a soft ripple cut through the thick air, awashing the entire feel with warmth in a split second, and stayed.
Without sound, the threads of movement extended its reach on one of the figures lying scattered and motionless. It was almost unseen, but the spark of change tugged at the fingertips through invisible nerves worked in contrast of its veil.
A pulse broke the walls of the frozen heart. Once. Twice. The rhythm built steadily as the beat increased true.
Not unexpectedly, a sudden jolt of energy pulled the body from its immobility, putting it back to kneeling position, like in a prayer. The sharp edges of rubbles, the pressing of black sands seeped to the skin as the senses awakened.
Ock Taekyeon coughed his long-held breath and remembered.
The tears. The confusions. The arguments.
His muted scream of agony pierced the curtain of stagnant, putting a stop to the nightmares and rousing the others from their forced slumber. As he struggled to get on his feet, the members responded to their own calling and followed suit.
It was quiet no longer as the streched opening stirred abuzz. Their heart fall to its old cadence, but neither one of them felt alive. The questions unspoken hung like a mist of unsettling dust, disturbing.
Why were they here? Now?
Without their leader?
A strong pull held them in place, each of them noticed the cobwebs of strings interlacing their bodies. For a brief moment they caught sight of the enormous network beyond of their limited sight.
Then they saw a glimpse of one lone string stood out from the rest. Pulsing rather weakly, the colour less prominent than most, but what made it vivid was how it connected them all together, and how strong it felt.
Its sheer power overwhelmed their perception, their eyes shut in return as a clear image of understanding formed in their minds. They could felt a distinct heart beating through the same bond as the six of them here, though faraway.
Nobody said a word when the shared envisage drifted off, leaving behind a trail of whisper ringing in their wake:
Listen to my Heartbeat; It’s beating for you;
Listen to my Heartbeat; It’s waiting for you.
It went both ways.
Their blood might be no longer red, their vision now tainted, but their will to fight for their destined path renewed in vigour.
To be wholly alive, again. Together. Complete.