part two hundred and twenty one

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wc!au team lay baeksoo soul reapers

[(Anonymous)]

theme: fantasy

collapse

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Re: collapse

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Baekhyun is old now when Kyungsoo approaches him on his front porch, but his smile is the same. He’s terribly thin, hands wrinkled with age as he takes Kyungsoo’s hand into his own. The thread tangles between their fingers, growing tighter and tighter, as Baekhyun looks up at him in wonder.

“I’ve been waiting,” Baekhyun murmurs, half-amusedly to himself. “You kept me waiting.” Kyungsoo ironically feels like he’s the one who’se been kept waiting, hungry on the edge for almost 70 years, but by now he’s used to Baekhyun stealing words from him. Kyungsoo is silent. In the half-century he has known Baekhyun, he’s never talked, always wondered why Baekhyun talked to him like he expected a reply until he realized that Baekhyun simply enjoyed the sound of his own voice. Baekhyun has always said the words for them both.

But he watches Baekhyun now, breaths shallow and eyes trusting. His palm light and weathered in Kyungsoo’s own.

“Come,” Kyungsoo calls softly and at first it’s no more than a rustle of leaves to Baekhyun’s aged hearing, but then Baekhyun smiles, full of understanding. The string between their hands is almost gone, rapidly fading in time with the setting sun and the finality settles between them, warm and heavy like a blanket cocooning around Baekhyun’s weary limbs. He rises, almost floats into Kyungsoo’s arms leaving

And with each step they take, Kyungsoo watches him regress, watching the years peel back. He knows the way to death’s gate by heart and Kyungsoo lets his feet lead him there on instinct so he can watch Baekhyun. Not wanting to miss a second.

At 10 steps, the grey streaks in Baekhyun’s hair have disappeared completely along with the

At 20, the ridiculous handlebar mustache Baekhyun had in his 40s starts coming into view. Kyungsoo lets out a chuckle in spite of himself and Baekhyun looks startled. The scar on his upper lip disappears with another and Baekhyun’s free hand flies up suddenly to trace his upper lip. There’s wonder in his eyes along with a pain that makes Kyungsoo wonder vaguely if he’s thinking of Chanyeol.

The wrinkles and worrylines across Baekhyun’s face have smoothed out, leaving him in his youth. He’s slim, at the peak of his dancer’s build and absolutely beautiful. For a second, Kyungsoo stops, transfixed. He reaches his free hand out to touch Baekhyun’s cheek, finger tracing down unblemished skin down to his lips and then the moment is over. Baekhyun is younger now, only slightly, but the difference is noticeable enough for Kyungsoo to bring his fingers back down to his side. Yet all Kyungsoo can think of is the teenager in the too big suit, attending his aunt’s too sunny funeral with a pained smile and moves faster.

By the time they’ve reached the edge of town, Baekhyun appears to him no older than 8. He looks frightened, like the finality of it all has at last settled in. Kyungsoo brings the two of them to a halt at the edge of the forest and like all those years ago, leads him hand in hand into the forest. Thick, steamy fog, unnatural to the touch blankets his vision and Kyungsoo keeps a tight grip on his charge, walking until Baekhyun is no more than a toddler stumbling into Kyungsoo’s arms as he picks him up to carry through the dense fog.

He’s light in his arms, almost as weightless as the fog. The baby swathed in adult Baekhyun’s clothes shivers against his chest.

Kyungsoo feels the string around his finger hum- a calming buzz that settles deep into his heart.

It’s what he was meant to do.

He keeps walking, one foot in front of the other over the thick brambles and weaving roots until Baekhyun is nothing more than an orb of light-shining brilliantly against the dark expanse around them. Kyungsoo holds him to his chest like he’s the most important thing in the world and in that instant, or maybe even for eternity, he is. Baekhyun’s soul is bright, almost blinding as it curls itself tighter up against Kyungsoo’s chest, pulsing like a heart he hasn’t felt in over a century.

With his arms full, Kyungsoo closes his eyes and steps beyond the gate.

Re: collapse

[(Anonymous)]

this was beautiful. even though it was so short, it nearly made me cry