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 Summary: Wang Yeo, in three lifetimes.

-

You are god; you are emperor.

Your word is law and life.

And yet you think, at times, that this existence is punishment you do not deserve.

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You are a child, you think. You are young. You have not yet lived for so long that wisdom has yet to come to you.

And yet he says - they all say - that you are worthy of the throne. You are wise. You are king.

You wish to contradict them - to say that you are not, you are not - and yet you don't.

Your word is law, and law dictates that you should be wise.

-

You see her, and your face splits into an expression that feels as foreign as it is wonderful.

She is balancing delicate cups on her shoulders, and she is so careful in her actions, graceful and young and--

--beautiful.

The general's sister, you are told.

Your wife-to-be, you are told.

You catch her eye, and she pauses, cups hanging precariously on her person. She looks at you and sees your smile and then she falters.

The cups fall and break; she looks so embarrassed you can't help but laugh.

And at that moment, you pray--

--that your life with her will be full of it.

-

There are many things you have yet to do.

In all the earthly ways you are king, and yet time is one thing you not in abundance of.

You have known all your life that your desires should not come first, not when you are king. The health of your land is your happiness. Its wealth, your pleasure.

And yet you can't help the joy inside you when you catch glimpses of her, fleeting as they may be.

-

You are heavy, you tell her.

And yet her presence makes you feel light, inside.

It is night, you think. Your duties are done. You are a husband, and she - your wife.

And so you reach for her, and she comes to you in grace, in beauty. 

She is so soft. Warm.

And you think that if she is death, then still, willingly, you will come to her.



You send her trinkets in both gold and precious stone. 

Sorry, you tell her silently with each one.

I'm sorry I cannot spend more time with you, my love.

I will come to you. Soon.

You fool yourself into thinking she accepts your sentiments without question.

It is her duty, as queen.

I love you.

-

She waves at you, and, keen as your eyes are, you see that on her finger--

--is the ring you have given her last.

She smiles and you respond in kind, and your heart is so full it is close to bursting.

This is love, is it not?

-

She is so soft. Warm.

And welcoming as you draw her into your arms.

-

You are god; you are emperor. 

Your word is law and life.

No other man shall be loved as you are.

No one.

-

Will you live as my woman? Or as the traitor's sister?

The woman who loves you... is the traitor's sister.

-

Her words seal her fate, and you will not falter.

You cannot.

A king--

-

You see it in your mind's eye - the arrow that had pierced her heart. 

The ground wet and bright with her life's blood.

And you left her to die like a common criminal. Your beloved queen - a traitor to the king.

You lie each night, reliving her death - your last memory of her.

You lie each night knowing that she had chosen her brother over you. Your queen - who did not love you as you have loved her.

Her words had sealed her fate.

But it was your decree that had her killed.

-

Years pass, and still her memory haunts you.

Soon you cease wanting for anything. Your land and people can wither and die for all you care. It's a selfish, cruel thing, because sometimes you can indulge in something selfish and cruel. You are king. Who are they to say that you are wrong?

You can feel the days drag on, and yet she hasn't come - your death.

And so you draw her likeness in the hopes of summoning her, even if each stroke feels like an arrow through your gut.

-

I love you, you tell her.

I'm sorry.

Her eyes stare straight ahead, but in your mind's eye you can see her - graceful and young and beautiful.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

-

I thought it will be better if we meet halfway.

You drink the concoction even if you know what is in it.

-

You are god; you are emperor. 

Your word is law and life.

You are king; you are wise.

And so you know that this existence is punishment for all you have committed.
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Rain

Oddly enough the sky overhead was weeping the next time their paths crossed. She noted that the daemon markings on his skin had grown to cover most his face, but she had no time to lament his fate, as he'd already taken the first move and raised his blade against her.

Lying

He was in the middle of enjoying his drink when he heard them; plentiful words meant to degrade the "traitor to the abbey." He knew he had no reason to make any sort of ruckus, but then those people resorted to using very unpleasant words to describe her, and, well--

--if the Bloodwings knew just who massacred an entire pub full of men, they weren't talking.

Muscle

His clothing was quite loose, but now that she knew what lay under them she couldn't quite help the blush staining her cheeks whenever her thoughts started to stray. She was quite certain she could control them, but sometimes, at the most inopportune moment - especially after she caught a glimpse of his bare chest as he trained--

(I said forget it!) 

Cruel

She'd stopped talking to him days after the bath house incident; not that he didn't try to initiate any sort of conversation, it's just that she refused to be baited by any of them. Unable to control himself any longer, he'd told her look, I'm sorry I said your butt is bulky. I wasn't trying to insult you; I was just stating a fact--

--and then his foot positively throbbed after he realized, belatedly, that she'd just stomped on it. With her heel.

He couldn't walk properly for a day after that.

(Hey! I said I'm sorry, didn't I?)

Yawn

A horde of daemons appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Eleanor stifled her panic; calmly, she reached for her spear and stood before her people, forming a silent barrier between them and those who wished them harm.

She'd only taken the first step towards the daemons when those at the very back gave off a shrill cry, then fell forward with their heads no longer attached to their bodies. The crowd soon parted to reveal a purple-clothed samurai, sword resting on his shoulder, donning a grin that looked out of place in the carnage he'd just caused.

How are you, Eleanor? You doing okay?

She smiled back, right then and there. I am now, Rokurou. Thank you.
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apple

She pushes the fruit in his hands, all the while insisting how important it is for him to be well-nourished during their journeys, and for a wild second he's agog at the thought that someone is actually concerned about his well-being -- him, good-for-nothing Yuri Lowell--

tree

She sits quietly in front of the tree, writing, daydreaming about the past, present, future - and quite suddenly he's beside her and she screams because most of her thoughts are of him and how is it that they can summon him like this? Can she always do that? What if--

town

They are walking alongside each other and talking about nothing and everything in between when his hand brushes hers once, twice; she glances at him and giggles before quite resolutely lacing their fingers together.

umbrella

Belatedly she realizes that it's raining and, oh, she's wearing her best, most pristine gown; but he's laughing and calling her name and reaching for her hand and she thinks yes, yes of course I'll come, don't be silly Yuri! 

stay

He watches her waltz with some dignitary from a foreign land and tries his damnedest to look disinterested; the Captain nudges him knowingly and he swats the offending shoulder away before stalking the hell out of the castle.
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I keep thinking about how I'll end Static because I have a general idea of keeping to the canon end of Boys over Flowers but at the same time in the course of writing the fic I may have gotten too much emotionally invested in Woo Bin's character and I'm like ???!!! I don't want him to hurt???!!!
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Okay so I've just been literally going over my old, old, old threads (specifically at taxon) and I just

read more )
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 I have revisited the part of my life when I'm obsessed with Angel again and ohmygod it still hurts like it's 1999
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 ...do any of you guys still RP in Dreamwidth? I am getting major nostalgia for the time I spent playing :(
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Notes: Companion piece to 'Definir'.

-

It's the nerves - or the overabundance of them - that always catch you off guard.

The frantic energy dancing in your veins is a familiar feeling by now; seeing glimpses of her, however, amplifies the sensation tenfold until your very skin - your very breath - buzzes with it.

go to her go to her go to her go to her

You tell yourself that you know her (but what if she doesn't know you?), you tell yourself you have history together (but what if she doesn't remember you?), you tell herself that she is Iris and you are Barry and that in whatever world you are in, she will always be Iris, your Iris--

(but what if she isn't?)

You have a hundred and million opportunities to talk to her, and you waste them all because nerves.

Three months is not a long time, you rationalize. You have waited much, much longer, you remember.

But three months is also forever, you realize. Especially if you think about, what if--

What if--

-

She smiles at you and you think you are an idiot, you shouldn't have-- you shouldn't have--  

You're very cute, you know that?

No,
you think immediately, because what you are is an idiot who rambles on and on about getting her drunk, what the fuck was that even about--

But she's smiling again at the face of your slow decay (fuck you and your runaway mouth, Barry Allen) and replies with, quite simply, yes.

Yes.

You curb the urge to do something, anything, to extinguish the sudden whirl of energy coursing through your blood.

There is time for that, later.

-

You talk to her and you think about Iris, your Iris, and look for traces of her in an identical face.

Strangely, I know what you mean.

And you think of course she understands because she's Iris and you're Barry and in all and every infinite Earths out there, the two of you are just meant to be together in life.

Even if you need to take the necessary steps to ensure it.

-

It escapes definition, you tell her, and for once your mouth and your mind are in perfect synchrony because yes, exactly, yes.

Because what you feel for her, that which transcends time and space and worlds, that which remains whole and true and fills your chest to bursting, well--

--how can anyone define that?

-

I'm sorry about all this. 

Goodbye, goodbye, I'm sorry, I love you.

I'm sorry--

--goodbye.

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Your day starts like any other: you breathe, you think, you act, you move. You live.

But then he disturbs your peace with his gesture of kindness and his adorable mumbling. Your heart stumbles once, twice, more. Its beating never regains its pace; not in his presence, anyway.

(your smile is wide, too wide, but it doesn't feel foreign on your lips.)

You want to laugh; you want to comfort him and tell him hey, it's okay. You can breathe.

You find yourself agreeing to seeing him again. 

(Why? Why did you? You would never--)

But his smile is so bright and pure and boy, you feel like you've just made the best decision of your life.

-

You watch him greet you with a smile and a wave; he's setting a rhythm and you can't help but follow.

He tells you about his parents, and how they're stupid in love, and how the right girl for him is just around, waiting--

And then he gives you this look and breath slowly escapes your lungs and your world tilts as you realize--

--oh.

Where'd you come from? you ask out loud, and he gives you another tender look and replies with, I've always been here.

He says your name like it's the most precious word out there. Like it's his lifeblood and air. 

And you think, this... this is what love feels like.

-

It escapes definition,
he says, and you believe because what you're feeling right now isn't logical, isn't familiar, isn't something you can accurately describe, let alone name--

Since the day I met you.

And you think of all the years, months, moments in between your elementary school days and this week and felt bereft because, god. This feeling. That there is someone out there who can complete you, make your life more vibrant and worthwhile just by existing--

I've always been here, Iris.

And you think now, now, so are you.
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 Hiromu/Yoko: Shoes, Future, Suitcase, Breath, Jewel
 

TeruiAkiko Windmill, Plastic, Snow, Cover, Horizon
 

JoeLuka Map, Sail, Compass, Treasure, Crew (ok those were less random and more pirate-themed ...)
 

Hoji & Jasmine: New, Life, Bear, Star, Sleep
 

Haruka/Takeru: alternate, vision, technology, grapefruit, stapler

Kaito/Mai - Again, Hat, Softly, Literacy, Wonder
 

Takatora/Akira: Queen, Star, Fruit, Wisdom, Void.

Hoji/Jasmine: domestic, now, tea, laugh, then
 
 
Jabi (general) - Sentiment, Queen, Eternity, Home, Circle
 
 
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 Wave

He was not calling for her, and her heart knew he would not and at that moment she absolutely hated him, his pride, and his stubbornness for choosing to let her go instead of convincing her to stay.

Glass

She was leaving, he knew, and despite wanting to stop her with every inch of his being he knew he couldn't, for in truth he didn't know how he could make her stay.

Cry

As soon as his tears fell, so did hers; it amazed and terrified her, how this strong, powerful man could be reduced to this by his mountainous grief.

Bond

He didn't have to think it through; one moment he was looking at her, words trembling in his mouth, and the next he was reaching for her hand and she was warm and soft and all that he thought she was - and more. 

Music

What can I offer her? I have nothing to give her. She will not be happy here.

Stupid Onii-chan. Jabi-nee doesn't care about any of that! She loves you after all.

How can you know that?

I know many things. Jabi-nee taught me, after all.
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Jabi could only stare at Tsubasa, flabbergasted.

Tsubasa, meanwhile, kept his chin up and met her eyes steadily, despite the persistent twitching at the corner of his mouth.

"Did... did you just...?" The normally poised Makai Priestess was suddenly grasping for words. But it didn't take her too long to finally ask, "Did you just compliment my legs?"

He crossed his arms and, as it was certainly possible, his frown even became fiercer than before.

Other beings would have trembled in his presence, now.

Except her. Never her.

She just stood there, her mouth agape, waiting for him to formulate the words which seemed stuck in his throat.

"They are long," he said. "And... shapely."

Jabi suddenly wondered how many womanly legs Tsubasa had already seen to deem hers shapely.

Of course they were, but that's not the point.

She squinted at him, and to his everlasting credit, he didn't squirm. Not this Makai Knight.

"I was just telling the truth," he said, sounding defensive now.

She chuckled, despite everything. "I know. I just thought it odd, coming from you."

To her surprise, he seemed to take offense at that. He crossed his arms and glared at her. "I suppose you prefer the compliment to come from other men."

"No," she replied, fighting to remain calm at the face of his words - which shouldn't even mean anything, but did. Jabi smiled at him. "Let's just say I was surprised to hear you say something positive about me, for once."

He straightened himself. "If you want me to apologize for all the things I have said in the past--"

Now he was apologizing? The world must be ending. Jabi raised a brow at him and blurted out, partly in jest and partly because she was thinking what is even going on here, "Are you, by any chance... flirting with me?"

That made him gape at her. If he'd been at a loss for words before, he seemed to be gasping for breath now.

Well, damn. Maybe he was flirting with her, in his own way.

Taking pity on her poor, proud and sheltered Knight, Jabi placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "Don't worry. I'll teach you the fine arts of seduction soon enough."

Tsubasa's scowl became darker, and soon he was turning on his heel and deserting her without another word.

Jabi sighed.

Looks like Rin's not the only one needing her tutelage, after all.

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