Ravenshire Estate, Albury, 1842 Kim Taehyung, The Earl of Surrey, is trapped in a marriage that has already ended. Only a child keeps it from breaking entirely. When his wife commissions a painting of the two of them, he assumes it is nothing more than a formality. Perhaps even a farewell. Then Rosalind D'Angelo arrives. An Italian artist. Arrogant. Frustrating. Intriguing. Attractive. Beautiful. Melancholic. She is full of colour in ways he has never known. He does not understand what she sees in him. But for the first time, he begins to wonder what it might mean to feel. This is the story of a colourblind man falling in love with an artist.

一 they say love is pain. well darling, let's hurt tonight. ﹏ 𝐭𝐨𝐩!𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦!𝐭𝐚𝐞 [completed]

Hongjoong knew the moment he awoke; he that knew today was the day. His twenty four hours. °°° The body which had been his for over twenty five years suddenly seemed peculiar to use. Memories suffused his mind, memories he thought had been long lost. As - in his memories - he passed through the waters of birth, ocean waves brushed over his feet. He pushed forward against the sea, taking step after step farther into the ocean's current. He allowed himself to be still, to stop fighting, and he saw that man below the waves with him. Quiet. Everything was so quiet.

Thoughts of a bleeding mind. Sometimes, the darkest thoughts swirl to become the most beautiful dance when woven into words. To write calms me. Perhaps someone will know these feelings.

마법. A thing of the past. Some place of dangerous simpletons in the Taebaek Mountains. Uneducated. Archaic. Mabeobians, simply put, are unnecessary to modern society. But Jongho isn't a fan of so-called "modern society." He isn't a fan of the toll it takes daily on his family. He isn't a fan of the depression he slips deeper into with each passing thought. So, perhaps, leaving his known world behind and heading for this strange place in the mountains is Jongho's final cry, not for attention, but for sanity. Jongho cannot survive - neither his mind nor the woods - alone. (The help of a little enchantment is appreciated, too.) ~•~ "Have you ever tried a pomelo?" Yunho asks. "Of course," Jongho replies with a roll of his eyes. "My baby sister is obsessed with them." "Well you haven't tried these pomelos." Yunho digs his thumbs into the fruit's thick skin. Jongho finally understands Yeosang's obsession with the older's hands. Jongho gulps. Because the fruit looks so delicious. Of course. He watches as Yunho peels the rind away to find deep red flesh peeking from inside. ~•~

What did the stars think of the creation of humanity? A short story of fourteen billion years.

"Yeosang," Yunho starts, "I would give anything to go back and tell Jongho to come to me, to tell him I forgive him and love him, that I was never even upset with him. So go to Seonghwa. Now." °°° "Do you love him?" Yeosang looked up, shocked. "I- of course I love him." "And does he love you?" He scoffed, "He says he does, but how could-" "No Yeosang, don't you trust him? I ask again, does he love you?" °°° Seongsang needs help. So Yeosang is sent to Yunho, who decides to tell Yeo a story.