❛ 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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There's something fascinating about the human body as a whole. How it works on itself, and how it exists within the earth and its cosmovision. How God had created Adam and afterward Eve from the first man's ribs, as God's followers believed. Although, the lack of gender equality performed in the transparent codependency the woman had for the man regarding the fable did not sit right with non-believers. Evolutionism emerged as a sign of naturalism enthusiasts, the faith in having shapeshifted in some way, which explained the similarities people share with monkeys.
Hyunjin liked to believe humankind evolved from dying stars. The blood running through the veins consisting of celestial ashes, marking us all as children of ancient deities. It was unlikely, but also poetic.
We perceive as we see, as we listen, as we touch, as we taste, as we smell. Our way of perception is a thing so marvelous, so characteristic. We cannot see past the corner of the block, but why can we hear? If a creature looked so majestic, why was it venomous to the touch? If you look so pretty, and smell so nice, why do you sound so empty?
It really is interesting the way the senses do not isolate themselves, but overlap in symphony to do a task as pathetic as surviving was. In a way, as normal as it was claimed, having the five senses was a blessing — and none, a curse. Even the loss of one could mean not being favored by whatever heavenly force you believe in.
Luckily (and apparently, favorably) Hyunjin did not lack any. However, despite that luck, something close to perplexity strangled his heart at the cause of the morphing sounds surrounding him.
Is my hearing fading away?
Am I becoming deaf?
It was loud but muffled, rhythmic also, yet he could not directly listen nor make out any familiar words. It seemed that some kind of static rushed through his eardrums, and the clearest thing he could hear was the unsteady pace of his heartbeat. Odd.
And although his hearing insinuated the deterioration it was going through, touch remained the predominant sense. The surface stamped right against his back and nape felt cold, cool even. But the rest?
It was fucking fiery.
A warm breeze enveloped him whole, sweat glistening merely as a beau accent above his skin, the heat of another's prevailed temporarily on his flesh, mostly around his neck, jawline, scalp, and shoulders. Still, the thing he had not taken into account before that now stole his undivided attention, was the unemptied feel of his lips on others.
