Even though Mama's favorite had always been Jongin, Lu Han's face fit just right in the cradle of her hands. She used to tell him as a child how beautiful his face was, that he was a replica of her younger days. She had her face hidden beneath the black veil but Lu Han nods, enthusiastic, the others' jealousies burning sockets through the dresses Mama always laid out for him.
The first time Lu Han had a glimpse of her face, that was when it started crumbling apart. Mama's face reflected death, the sockets of her eyes empty and her cheeks hollow. Her skin was rotting, fresh wounds and pus forming at every spaces. He had always thought he was beautiful -- like his mother, the epitome of all beauty and grace hidden beneath the mysterious cloth, but the sight of her made him think otherwise.
But he decided, with all faith in the woman he called mother, to become like her to repay her endless love for him. Jongin's the first one who steps in on him, screaming profanities as he cuts through his skin, blood dripping everywhere. He smiles when Jongin's tears filled his eyes; Mama used to say tears represented sincere feelings.
"She said I'd look beautiful like her," Lu Han says, patting Jongin's hair with a hazy stare. He lifts the knife he's been using to Jongin's cheek. "You should be like us to stay as her favorite."
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-14 04:59 am (UTC)(link)The first time Lu Han had a glimpse of her face, that was when it started crumbling apart. Mama's face reflected death, the sockets of her eyes empty and her cheeks hollow. Her skin was rotting, fresh wounds and pus forming at every spaces. He had always thought he was beautiful -- like his mother, the epitome of all beauty and grace hidden beneath the mysterious cloth, but the sight of her made him think otherwise.
But he decided, with all faith in the woman he called mother, to become like her to repay her endless love for him. Jongin's the first one who steps in on him, screaming profanities as he cuts through his skin, blood dripping everywhere. He smiles when Jongin's tears filled his eyes; Mama used to say tears represented sincere feelings.
"She said I'd look beautiful like her," Lu Han says, patting Jongin's hair with a hazy stare. He lifts the knife he's been using to Jongin's cheek. "You should be like us to stay as her favorite."
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-14 05:03 am (UTC)(link)wow i can't bear to think about anything destroying kai's face
but lu han would
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