3 Works by soleil078
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“I suppose that if anyone were to steal my vices, it is only right that it should be you.”
Whilst Yunho’s vice was alcohol, for Seonghwa, it was pain. Oh, he had others — they both did — but that was his main one. When he felt pain, he remembered what it was like to breathe. It wasn’t really on purpose, it was just what he needed to do to keep feeling. He needed to stay alive, because Yunho was falling apart, and Seonghwa wanted to be there to see it.
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The poignant misery of dawn begins to grow . . .
We only know war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.
Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army
Attacks once more in ranks on shivering ranks of grey,
But nothing happens.- Exposure, Wilfred Owen
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- Part 1 of dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
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“Well,” Song Mingi drawled, pushing open the dark oak door. A smell of wood polish and alcohol hit his nostrils. “Good evening, gentlemen.” He tipped the wide brim of his hat to each of the three other customers in turn. He smirked to himself. These were not gentlemen; these were wanted fugitives, outlaws, pirates. The WANTED posters on the walls advertised the fact well.
Each pair of eyes tracked him across the floor, measuring him up. Two of them paused their card game to stare at him.
Mingi’s footsteps rang like gunshots on the unadorned mahogany floorboards as he made his way to the bar. The barman followed his progress with dark eyes and an unreadable expression.
“You came,” he said when Mingi eventually reached the counter. “Good evening, Song Mingi.”