LIEN. I'm the one who wanted the kray one. Post whenever you can. I can wait. :3
JSLADSAL i'm actually kind of excited but okay ;A; i wonder if there's a limit for characters here because i'll c&p nearly all of it.
strip.
yixing knows he isn't innocent anymore.
he knows because yifan undresses him with his sober eyes. no, scratch that. undress would be too light, too vague to describe the agonizing notion yifan does to yixing under gliding neon lights, digging their way to each other's heart with hungry lips and non-stop groans. yifan doesn't undress yixing. he peels yixing off, scar by scar, tissue by tissue until he could trace the bruises yixing acquired from their trainee days and murmur, "i'm sorry you had to keep all these buried inside you. i'm sorry they've grown so blue"
and this is how yixing knows he isn't innocent anymore; when the record scratches and all he could hear is yifan's wrist against his neck, pulse throbbing against pulse, waiting in silence for that moment when their hearts would finally beat in sync.
yifan takes yixing by surprise every time he lies down a field of daisies just to stare at the glowing ball of white hovering out of their reach, dangling playfully across the night sky "look, no matter how intimidating it might seem, the moon will never be able to touch you. it will always be smaller than your thumb and tides are the only thing it can pull" yifan will say.
yixing knows he isn't innocent when he only hears the sound of fabric whispering on yifan's chest like they're sharing a secret yixing isn't meant to find out. but he does anyway, and he shoves logic off like snowflakes on naked branches as he kisses yifan full on the mouth, with such energy and light and force that even the new moon can't compare. this kind of thing, yixing thinks, is enough to drag the whole pacific ocean towards them. but then even the greatest seas can't wash away what yixing and yifan has between them.
yixing gets up one midnight to get himself a glass of water from the kitchen, but discovers yifan's curled figure instead. yifan had been crying, reds oozing out of sleep-laden eyes where tears stream downwards, dripping down to parts of yixing's heart he kept hidden for too long.
and this is how yixing knows he isn't innocent: when he fits yifan's head on the crook of his shoulder and finding it a perfect fit, when yixing breaks his walls just to allow yifan with his mood-swings and manga-like face in.
yixing knows he isn't innocent when he rests his head atop yifan and begins sobbing for everything in yifan's life that he has no control over.
lastly, yixing knows he isn't innocent when yifan snuggles closer to him under the sheets and yixing intertwines their fingers together.
innocence shattered isn't standing naked in front of a man you just fucked, nor is it abusing your body with every harmful substance possible. innocence shattered can be as fragile as the shadow that falls on the apples of yifan's cheeks when he's sleeping.
strip.
yixing knows he isn't innocent anymore.
he knows because yifan undresses him with his sober eyes. no, scratch that. undress would be too light, too vague to describe the agonizing notion yifan does to yixing under gliding neon lights, digging their way to each other's heart with hungry lips and non-stop groans. yifan doesn't undress yixing. he peels yixing off, scar by scar, tissue by tissue until he could trace the bruises yixing acquired from their trainee days and murmur, "i'm sorry you had to keep all these buried inside you. i'm sorry they've grown so blue"
and this is how yixing knows he isn't innocent anymore; when the record scratches and all he could hear is yifan's wrist against his neck, pulse throbbing against pulse, waiting in silence for that moment when their hearts would finally beat in sync.
yifan takes yixing by surprise every time he lies down a field of daisies just to stare at the glowing ball of white hovering out of their reach, dangling playfully across the night sky "look, no matter how intimidating it might seem, the moon will never be able to touch you. it will always be smaller than your thumb and tides are the only thing it can pull" yifan will say.
yixing knows he isn't innocent when he only hears the sound of fabric whispering on yifan's chest like they're sharing a secret yixing isn't meant to find out. but he does anyway, and he shoves logic off like snowflakes on naked branches as he kisses yifan full on the mouth, with such energy and light and force that even the new moon can't compare. this kind of thing, yixing thinks, is enough to drag the whole pacific ocean towards them. but then even the greatest seas can't wash away what yixing and yifan has between them.
yixing gets up one midnight to get himself a glass of water from the kitchen, but discovers yifan's curled figure instead. yifan had been crying, reds oozing out of sleep-laden eyes where tears stream downwards, dripping down to parts of yixing's heart he kept hidden for too long.
and this is how yixing knows he isn't innocent: when he fits yifan's head on the crook of his shoulder and finding it a perfect fit, when yixing breaks his walls just to allow yifan with his mood-swings and manga-like face in.
yixing knows he isn't innocent when he rests his head atop yifan and begins sobbing for everything in yifan's life that he has no control over.
lastly, yixing knows he isn't innocent when yifan snuggles closer to him under the sheets and yixing intertwines their fingers together.
innocence shattered isn't standing naked in front of a man you just fucked, nor is it abusing your body with every harmful substance possible. innocence shattered can be as fragile as the shadow that falls on the apples of yifan's cheeks when he's sleeping.
