#veternity

yixing remembers how he became a silhouette from the corner of the eye  ;  a specter birthed from the echoes of the world,  disorienting.  he paces on raw concrete with quiet steps.  patterned heartbeat and calm hands buried deep in his pockets, moonlight's pale fingers slipping around the columns.

look back at your reflection and pick a weapon. do not be blinded by pleas of mercy  ;  it begets failure.   unleash the rage building in the tendons of your muscles   ——   pull and twist until reality and dreams converge in a cataclysmic deluge.

he gives asami a glance, pools of black passing over dark acts and body counts  ——  lies  to  everyone  but  them.    where she comes ,   he goes.     always longing.  the air to his lungs,  vile and addicting.   he's obsessed   —   an apotheosis of malignant codependency.    misaligned morality,  nuclear winter.  he seizes hope and burns them for warmth then she fills the voids between worlds with death.      

the target's throat is open for everyone to slit open,  and so they do.   him  /   her,   he cannot remember.    sometimes  they  are  one.   the mind wants to forget.    it's  not  their  first  kill,  and  definitely  not  their  last.  (  the blood quickly freezes into crimson medals splattered on his chest   ). 

a chuckle ruptures from his throat,  a lopsided grin spreading past shy lips.    hysteria tugs at the back of his mind.   something’s funny but he doesn’t know what it is ,   cannot nitpick it from the stream of his thoughts.

as if he remembers a joke from his childhood   —   and realizes he doesn't have one.        

he's been laughing ever since.  

❛    ..... messy .     could've choked him but   —    didn’t.      .... asami,   look ,    LOOK.     at  what  i  did  ,   we  did   —    ❜  

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“You think so? I think it’s pretty admirable.”Liar, liar, liar. She painted herself in an image of black and red, hidden behind a mask and refusing to let anyone see what was truly beneath it. What would anyone think if they knew all the things she had done in her life? No one would want to be around her, and people would question everything she did. They would be filled with fear rather than the admiration they once felt for her, love would turn into hate, and joy would turn into disgust. Maybe it was something she wanted before, to be hated and deemed unworthy of her life. It was easier to run away from people, but she could never forget the love she once felt when she was alive. She could never forget the joy when her mother’s arms were wrapped around her small body. It kept her from drowning in her sins, reminded herself that though she suffered, she was not alone. But through and through, lying was one sin she could never let go of. “It’s hard to be honest sometimes, in a world like this. But there are some who can so easily express their thoughts.” She twirled the ring around neck in her hand, the coolness of the metal cooling the thoughts in her head. “but I get it. Everyone lies, and everyone tells the truth. Why make it a virtue when everyone can have it?”

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