A TRIBUTE TO DAVID BOWIE SENTENCE MEME | a c c e p t i n g !
santi turned his head up towards the heavens with a soft sigh, irises the same inky blue shade of their midnight sky. if one looked close enough, the stars themselves could be seen burning in their depths and it was not a great stretch of the mind at that moment to believe that he was as old as the world as humanity knew it.Â
âthat they do, they weep.â he spoke softly, blinking slowly and looking away. âit is not often that they do, but... it is a glorious thing indeed to witness a starâs grief.âÂ
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Itâs well into midnight when the play ends. Jongin grabs the hand of the actress beside him and together they make their final bow. They both take a moment to step up to mic to give a small speech about how thankful they were to be able to participate in such a wondrous project, then bid their goodbyes, waving to audience as they exit the stage. It was a long tiring run, though Jongin finds college plays are easier to organize but as he returns to his dressing room he canât help but to feel thankful that he can wash layers of stage makeup off.
By the time he changes out of the performance clothes and into a pair of jeans paired with a long sleeve tee shirt thereâs a knock on the door. Itâs the leading lady, âJongin, weâre going out to eat if youâd like to come with us?â She sounds hopeful, however, Jongin politely declines the offer with an excuse that he had a few things he needed to take care of. Â
When he is certain that heâs alone Jongin makes his way back onto the stage. Bare feet step on the plush green grass of the set design. Closing his eyes, he breathes in, the strong scent of flowers he decorated the garden with along with the scent of freshly trimmed grass soothes him. Heâd gone a little overboard on the stage props for this play, but he doesnât let his thoughts linger as he plucks a rose from a bush before allowing everything to fade away.
âI know what you are!âÂ
He turns to look over his shoulder, eyes searching for the intruder among the dark rows and rows of velvet seats. Once heâs able to find said speaker, Jongin canât say thatâs heâs too surprised at the turn of events. âKyungsooâŚâ He offers a small smile, despite the impending feeling-- the fear of rejection, really-- that is making his blood pound inside his ears. The two donât speak for a moment as the garden illusion eventually fades to nothing, and heâs left standing on the hardwood floor of an empty stage with a single white rose . âWe all have our secrets⌠but it was only a matter of time before you found out.â
Heâs in the middle of a karoke stage singing an incredibly depressing french song into the mic when his phone begins to ring. He glances toward the bar, looking for the person he came with only to find their seat empty and he frowns before accepting the phone call. âMiiiiiiicaaaaah.â He slurs into the mic, much to the displeasure (and amusement) of the other guests. âMicaah, they ditched me in the middle of my song. Can you believe that?â he asks in a sluggish sleepy voice.
âSorry I meant Kyungsooâ wait, Iâm not done yet.â Jongin interrupts himself when a waiter walks onto the stage and tells him that he needed to go back to his. Jongin leans back and blinks at him for an uncomfortable minute or two. âI said. Iâm not done yet, buddy. And it is perfectly within my rights to finish my song.â for a moment, Jongin almost looks sober but then his serious expression turns into a big stupid grin and then sways so dangerously that the waiter grabs his upper arms to support him and replies with, âSir, youâre drunk.â Â
Jongin allows himself to be lead off stage, all the while complaining into the phone, âMicahâ No- Kyungsoo. That sounds like an anime name, CAN YOU BELIEVE HE SAID IâM DRUNK?â he says in a tone that is too sluggish and alternates between being too loud and too soft. âI only hadâŚâ Jongin puts the phone on the table to count on his fingers, âone⌠fourâŚ. hmmm⌠no subtract the three⌠and.â He shows his fingers to the display, âI only had 6 shots⌠and a half.â When Kyungsoo fails to respond, Jongin picks up the phone. âI said i only had 6. Why are you ignoring me? Please donât, it makes me sad. I wonât drink so much next time, I PROMISE.â
beers? like there werenât better alcohols out there.Â
âdo i have to bring beer? is wine not acceptable? vodka? anything that isnât that pisswater aberation?â when you were as old santi, you got more than a little particular.Â
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There was a smile that told people that she hid so much more then what they expected. Her English was perfect when she said the next words. âThat I like sucking dick.â She deadpanned. She tried to keep her face blank, unreadable and null of emotions just to see how the other one would react -- the her doll face cracked and laughed filled the room. âIâm joking -- really. So what is the secret you know?â Korean wasnât her strong suit, after all she was born and raised in the city that was known for itâs stars and sins --Â
Spencer was just another sinner or maybe she was another star. âFor real tell me whatâs the secret god knows I have more then one.â She laughed. âSo spill it or Iâll bite you.â
[text] Hey, are you up? If youâre not, can you wake up? I need some help.
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Jongin wakes up to the sound-- rather feel-- of his cell phone vibrating somewhere on the bed, announcing that heâs received a text message. He drowsily begins to feel around for the phone before he  finds it, turns the device back on, and squints at the way screen that hurts his eyes. The moment he sees its from Kyungsoo Jongin turns over onto his stomach and props his elbows on either side of his pillow in order to text better.
(SMS: Kyungsoo) Itâs 2:07 AM. Is it really that important? Â (SMS: Kyungsoo) Where are you? Give me five minutes.
He tosses the phone back onto the bed, running a hand through his already messy hair, closing his eyes as he leans against his hand-- trying to fight off the urge to just go back to sleep-- he stays like this for another minute or so before he makes himself get up. Whatever Kyungsoo needed it must be important enough for him to text him at this hour.
