#valixxant

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

Shit.

Oxygen dies itself black and flutters throughout the crevices of the building, wavering across the ceiling in an intimidating manner. The bright tongues of red flicker at the pair from pasty gray walls and its hunger only grows as more wallpaper is ravished. 

It’s a 20 story building and Sehun just so happens to find himself on the 16th floor, along with his close friend Lucas. The warning had come on way too late and the upper 5 floors either had to jump out the window or shimmy down a rope ladder.

Now, such choices deemed much helpful- that is, until one of them had gotten swiped across the jaw with crumbling rubble. The bleeding Lucas rested against his back can only moan in response to Sehun’s shaky syllables as they kick their way through charred wood and fallen concrete. As they make their way down the flights of stairs Sehun feels his lungs begin to collapse from the poison surrounding them. Lucas’s near wretching point and the latter thinks his legs might just give out from all the pressure. 

His vision glazes over with flaring tears. Sehun’s pretty sure they’ve only got one more flight to go and with quick feet he jogs down the concrete in no time. The other can only cough up burning leftovers of reduced waste but their suffering slowly teeters near a stop. They’re out of the mini poison cell and with a grunt Sehun drops down onto the patch of grass just outside the complex. He’s a hacking mess but Lucas appears so much worse; with swollen lips and a cut near the jaw that is still trickling with blood. 

Send my muse a ✦ and…

I’ll put my ipod on shuffle and my muse will sing that song to your muse.

Song: Moving Mountains by: Usher

"Lately I’ve been sleeping with a ghost,"

Lu Han stared into another empty space on the bed, his thoughts consuming him. It was as if the bed grew twice its size ever, ever since it started— since he started to think that it was okay not to call when he was coming home late (if, not at all), or when he started to take things into secrecy. There was one point where Lu Han could no longer handle it, so he tells him to leave, but he also lied when he said that, “Lu Han, no worries, I promise to get us back,”

17. Laughed until you cried; many times.

18. Met someone who changed you ; yes I have.

36. Favorite colour ; I prefer darker colors. Gray, white, and Black.

✑ describe something they like without naming it