grief tastes like iron, like ashes & anger, like guilt. it weighs heavy on his shoulders, whetting his tongue, coiling his nerves; all forgotten at the sight of dong - hyun. ❝ it is always the point. ❞ the admission leaves him no lighter, but it does have him standing taller, if only for the wandering passerby. there’s nothing to be done, now. the king has fallen, the kingdom is in need, and it’s his duty to pick up the pieces and start anew. something wet drips from his chin, a stray raindrop perhaps, and he leaves a smear of red where he wipes it away. it’s back in an instant, and it’s only when dong - hyun reaches for him that he realizes― he’s crying. he laughs, wet and half smothered by a desperate sob. ❝ i suppose it’s up to me now. there is no time for grieving. a king carries on. ❞
tragedy is the point. / @prospesus
