❛ Your whispers still haunt my skin, caressing my scars, nipping at my flesh. That's why it often itches.❜
[🌬] 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂
"I like your sketches." Felix hummed.
"I don't."
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He dreamt of him again.
Of Felix.
It hadn't been that different from last time. But, then again, not every dream is the same as the previous one, now is it?
The garden's gentleness had welcomed him into the Land of Nod, the Sun — once again — inching towards the horizon in a presumed goodbye, rays of light sunbathing the place through the passages between leaves and trees. Almost as if blessing the place, the natural colors surrounding him glowed of a golden tone, a vivid tangerine halo gracing every speck of life within the estate.
He somehow felt disorientated, lightheaded, in contrast to the heavy feel of his body which he considered a burden to move. His vision seemed hazy, but at the same time it wasn't — it appeared to be absolutely flawless, his eyes catching every little detail his mind could think of. With slow steps he neared his place, glancing at his surroundings with something like awe even if he had been there too many times now.
However, as his stare caught sight of the infamous wrath-colored bridge, he frowned. It was empty. Voided of life, as if soulless, caused by the absence of the lively fallen angel.
Weird, he thought. Not that he missed him, of course not, he just found it odd his annoying presence wasn't there to infuriate him further.
"Are you looking for me, Hyunjin?" The now familiar voice uttered, so very sweetly.
Ah, there he is.
Suddenly, he found himself closer to the pond, gaze endeared by the body swaying in the water. Like a graceful swan, Felix spun in the shallow part of the lagoon. The water reached his hips, his face alight with a joyful smile on his lips, small giggles sang by him as he splashed away. Those same giggles he had heard just before, same grin he had gotten a glimpse of earlier. Seeing him so carefree, so happy with something as basic as playing with water threatened him to smile. He didn't like that.
Though, it was only a dream — not like he knew that at the time.
Carefully was that Silver stilled, satisfying himself with only the sway of his hands through the water as he opted to face Hyunjin.
Felix had been made of stars and such when he glanced at him. Like a siren, he stood within the dancing waters of the pond, dusk light coating his aura in a view so pure that made him wonder whether he was in heaven. It made sense, really, why would an angel stand before him in that beautiful place if not? He noticed the other was strangely still in his clothes; his wet, big hoodie hung from his frame, almost seemingly clinging to his skin hopelessly, desperately to have that radiant figure close, to be blessed by his aura.
