INFINITY ||
"You're so down to Earth, and I'm up in the stars. So show me the sea, and I'll take you to Mars."
A universe of wisdom, belonged to a boy of knowledge. After it corrupted and collapsed into itself. Now he travels through all of time, wa...
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Oh fuck I'm drunk- guccihighwaters
December 28, 2017
Recap: The man scoffed, accepting that if he chose to stay, the intimidating man may fuck him up. As he stumbled back to whatever hell he came from, Yoongi closed his eyes, sighing as he ran his hands through his hair. He began the movement of trailing off, he heard a small whisper, which boomed as it bounced off the apartments and buildings around them.
"What are you?"
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Yoongi-
Yoongi quickly took a sharp intake of breath, flinching back on instinct as pictures flew across his mind. Scrunching up his nose and drawing his eyebrow close together as screams rattle through his ears while images of a place never seen before, became all the more real.
"Human."
With that he trailed off. Feet scuffing on the ground, laces soaking up the skies tears identical to the ones that he wishes he could produce. He didn't mind the puddles that intruded on his path.
The boy was left stumbling in the background, panicked and scraping at his eyes, nocking into the glass of the window pane next to him trying to identify anything; even his own face if possible. Tears plated with silver left dripping onto the concrete, slipping between the cracks; only to be absorbed. How could he see him?
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"You are late."
Yoongi spins around heels squeaking on the wooden floors. He fake gasps, dramatically flicking his hand up to his mouth.
"Really, I never would have known. I thought my curfew was nine." You could hear Mrs. Kuns mumbling profanities under her breath. Most likely something to do with anxiety causing idiots again. She knew there was no way for him to forget the time she set; Much like how she knew it was impossible for him to forget anything at all. Eidetic memory is truly an amazing gift.
"You see you would be correct, if you were back at nine p.m." Yoongi chuckled to himself, strolling over to her, leaning down so his forehead rested snuggly in the crook of her neck.
She was warm, a nice contrast to the way he always tended to feel. He sighed, closing his eyes while wrapping his arms around her slim waist, clasping his hands when they met at the small of her back.
Home.
"It seems you have shrunk again mum." That earned him a slap on the back of the head. even if it was true that she had shrunk 3.2 centimeters since the month before.
He would never admit that he hissed at the pain of the ring she still had secured on her fourth finger. Yoongi doesn't know why it is there, after all of this time; considering the man who placed it there didn't even deserve the right to call her his in the first place.
"Go to bed dipshit."
"She still shrunk." With that last thought, he stumbled up the stairs, skipping the third and eighth so the creaking wouldn't alarm the children. Until he fell onto the bed next to his own.
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"You've changed."
That phrase shouldn't have mattered; Shouldn't have hurt. It was truthful, he has changed, first of all he is not a small boy desperately searching for approval anymore. Granted he is still in high school glancing out the gleaming window with sorrow like one of those shitty anime's his younger siblings scramble to watch on late night television. While they stare at cherry blossoms, he stares at dead roses and decaying trees. Beautiful in their own way.
That phrase shouldn't have affected him to the point where he could feel his heart sink, his mind slow down, and his smirk tug to the ground. This man shouldn't hold this much power over him. He is just a demon, living among a group of viscous angels; pathetic. Pathetic that they all seem to believe he is still one of their own. Pathetic to consider a cheater and a complete asshat an angel. Even though the angels aren't much better then him anyways. Yoongi finds pride in the fact that he could never be considered a demon, nor an angel. For there is no good nor bad, just a symphony of unplanned decisions.
"You are right father, I have changed."
Angels and Demons; saints and sinners. There will never be a good guy. There will never be one more deserving than the other. In the end we will all die the same, or so he thought.
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Yoyoyo, sorry for how short this chapter is, it is honestly just a filler and something so I can get myself flowing into writing again. I wanted you to have a slight recap on how his life is now and even though it isn't much, a connection to the characters. I promise you all that I will progressively get better at writing this and I apologize for how I'm doing so far. But those who have read, thank you! I am always open to suggestions and I actually appreciate them. Have a good day loves.
