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writetomyheart2015-01-29 09:20 pm
goodbyelover.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2015-01-29 09:20 pm
[Team One] Sing me to sleep
I AM SO SORRY THAT I AM A FAILFACE but Jojin was nice enough to give me... far more time than I should have been allowed, whoops.
This was also instant inspo, but I want to rewrite it, but I'm S A D. :( Song for Suho here (though the translation used might be inaccurate but ugh) and of course, one of my constant writer songs used on repeat (here). And because it's so beautiful, Suho singing T___T
AU is like a vague orphan extraterrestrial slash mama AU and Suho might be a fallen angel (because obsessions must be fed.) Warning for character death!
“We’re going to be okay,” Junmyeon soothed, cradling Zitao’s trembling body. “We’re going to be okay, Tao.”
“J-Jun-m…” Words were too tangled, clumsy, lost in the blood that’s bubbled from Zitao’s lips as the boy shuddered. “Junm-myeon, it hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Just hold on, Yixing’s going come find us and you’re going be okay.” Junmyeon held him close, stroking his cheek even though it smeared blood everywhere. “You’re going to be okay, Tao.”
(“I thought angels couldn’t lie,” Jongdae had once said accusingly.)
Holding tight, as if he could somehow keep Zitao from slipping away from him, Junmyeon kept his mantra up. They were going to be fine. Zitao was going to be fine.
“W-where’s Yifan?” Zitao finally managed, eyes glassy and tear stained, with pain that would haunt Junmyeon for the rest of his life. It was heartbreaking as Zitao began to cry – weak little sobs wracking his body. “I w-want Yifan.”
And maybe it was heartbreaking because Junmyeon was fighting with every ounce of prayer and belief, but Zitao’s heart was already so far away, wished away upon a star that had long since faded.
“He’s coming too, Tao,” Junmyeon tried to promise, the words ash on his tongue, a final lie he’d not forgive himself for. “Yifan’s gonna be here.” But Zitao was fading so fast, a trembling hand trying to clutch at Junmyeon’s shirt, fingers slipping on rough material.
“Junmyeon, I’m scared,” Zitao sobbed, “M’so scared.”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Junmyeon said, weak with desperation because he couldn’t take the pain away, and he couldn’t stop Zitao from dying in a pool of his own blood, in the middle of a strange land that was so far away from home. There were words heavy on his tongue, but it was too little, too late, and so Junmyeon stroked gentle fingers through Zitao’s hair and began to sing.
“Sleep well, little child.”
He used to sing this to Sehun and Jongin all the time, when there were storms or monsters under the bed, as they snuggled against him, one on each side. They had been innocent in their childhood – an innocence that Zitao had shared when he’d appeared on their doorstep.
“In the garden and behind the hills, the birds and lambs are all asleep.”
Zitao began to quiet in his arms and Junmyeon tried to convince himself that it was just Zitao calming down, that Junmyeon could protect him from the bad things.
(But Junmyeon had already failed, hadn’t he?)
“The moon guards, and sends little silver and golden bells tonight.”
It almost worked, Junmyeon’s adamant hope, until Zitao let out a soft little pained noise, and stilled, not a breath or a heartbeat to stir through him. Junmyeon still cradled him, still gently carded fingers through soft hair, as his lower lip trembled, his throat tight, and tears a hot-burn on his cheeks.
“S-sleep well, my child, sleep well,” he finished, moonlight his only witness as he clutched Zitao’s body to his chest and howled.
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This was also instant inspo, but I want to rewrite it, but I'm S A D. :( Song for Suho here (though the translation used might be inaccurate but ugh) and of course, one of my constant writer songs used on repeat (here). And because it's so beautiful, Suho singing T___T
AU is like a vague orphan extraterrestrial slash mama AU and Suho might be a fallen angel (because obsessions must be fed.) Warning for character death!
“We’re going to be okay,” Junmyeon soothed, cradling Zitao’s trembling body. “We’re going to be okay, Tao.”
“J-Jun-m…” Words were too tangled, clumsy, lost in the blood that’s bubbled from Zitao’s lips as the boy shuddered. “Junm-myeon, it hurts.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Just hold on, Yixing’s going come find us and you’re going be okay.” Junmyeon held him close, stroking his cheek even though it smeared blood everywhere. “You’re going to be okay, Tao.”
(“I thought angels couldn’t lie,” Jongdae had once said accusingly.)
Holding tight, as if he could somehow keep Zitao from slipping away from him, Junmyeon kept his mantra up. They were going to be fine. Zitao was going to be fine.
“W-where’s Yifan?” Zitao finally managed, eyes glassy and tear stained, with pain that would haunt Junmyeon for the rest of his life. It was heartbreaking as Zitao began to cry – weak little sobs wracking his body. “I w-want Yifan.”
And maybe it was heartbreaking because Junmyeon was fighting with every ounce of prayer and belief, but Zitao’s heart was already so far away, wished away upon a star that had long since faded.
“He’s coming too, Tao,” Junmyeon tried to promise, the words ash on his tongue, a final lie he’d not forgive himself for. “Yifan’s gonna be here.” But Zitao was fading so fast, a trembling hand trying to clutch at Junmyeon’s shirt, fingers slipping on rough material.
“Junmyeon, I’m scared,” Zitao sobbed, “M’so scared.”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Junmyeon said, weak with desperation because he couldn’t take the pain away, and he couldn’t stop Zitao from dying in a pool of his own blood, in the middle of a strange land that was so far away from home. There were words heavy on his tongue, but it was too little, too late, and so Junmyeon stroked gentle fingers through Zitao’s hair and began to sing.
“Sleep well, little child.”
He used to sing this to Sehun and Jongin all the time, when there were storms or monsters under the bed, as they snuggled against him, one on each side. They had been innocent in their childhood – an innocence that Zitao had shared when he’d appeared on their doorstep.
“In the garden and behind the hills, the birds and lambs are all asleep.”
Zitao began to quiet in his arms and Junmyeon tried to convince himself that it was just Zitao calming down, that Junmyeon could protect him from the bad things.
(But Junmyeon had already failed, hadn’t he?)
“The moon guards, and sends little silver and golden bells tonight.”
It almost worked, Junmyeon’s adamant hope, until Zitao let out a soft little pained noise, and stilled, not a breath or a heartbeat to stir through him. Junmyeon still cradled him, still gently carded fingers through soft hair, as his lower lip trembled, his throat tight, and tears a hot-burn on his cheeks.
“S-sleep well, my child, sleep well,” he finished, moonlight his only witness as he clutched Zitao’s body to his chest and howled.
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