Tick Tock (Au!Fic)
Title: Tick Tock (Au!Fic)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1100
Pairings:Yewook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G
Summary: Ryeowook keeps time on a pendulum.
A/N: This is for myself.
Ryeowook keeps time on a pendulum.
It swings back and forth from a silver chain wrapped tight round and round his hand, dangling into the abyss below. Tonight, it is a lake, the shore spotted with dots of life and fire, and for the briefest of moments Ryeowook feels envy. He’s perched on the edge of a hot air balloon basket lit up inside by the moon, powered by wisps of warm summer air filling it of their own volition. He holds no fear of falling, as time has no fear of stopping.
He sets the pendulum aside, knotting it double around a sand bag and singing a melody of tick tick tock as a warm summer breeze caresses his cheek. His lips tip upwards as he leaves the extension of his controlled time to its own tick tock, eyes barely sliding to the right as a cloud taps on his shoulder, slowly materializing to perch next to him.
Jongwoon, Ryeowook acknowledges quietly, his voice never quite rising above that quietness. Time does not need to be heard to exist, after all. Spoken word wasn’t a thought that had passed through his mind until an interesting piece of sky had run into him. What are you doing here?
It’s too nice to cloud the sky tonight, don’t you think? Jongwoon’s wisp of a mouth flashes a grin as he fades between tangible and not, small tendrils of light morphing into a face and features similar to those Ryeowook chooses to wear, that of human sitting beside the lake they pass over in Ryeowook’s slow moving balloon. Sometimes it’s easier to just sit back and watch them down there.
Lazy, Ryeowook accuses, but his tone is colored warm with amusement as it leaves his mouth, letting Jongwoon brush their shoulders together. The briefest touch that sets his nonexistent heart out of time, You’re just looking for an excuse to pester me, aren’t you?
Maybe, Jongwoon sings, honesty in his voice tapping a yes in Ryeowook’s ears. The gust of wind following his voice takes them higher in the sky, closer to the moon that lights up Ryeowook’s solitary balloon. The dots of humans become smaller below, and Jongwoon notices the way that Ryeowook’s eyes soften slightly. Do you ever wish to be like them?
Ryeowook considers carefully, rolling Jongwoon’s seemingly light words around in his head for a moment. They sink low in his stomach, heavier than the great silver pendulum that swings beside him, and the silence sits stagnant between the two of them as Jongwoon plays with the edges of Ryeowook’s hair, distractingly so.
Ryeowook then considers Jongwoon, the way the light plays off the near transparent hollows of his face. It makes him wonder which of them is older, though he isn’t sure why it matters. Jongwoon watches the thoughts flit over Ryeowook’s near solid features, no hope in his heart for a right answer, simply curiosity driving him.
I don’t think so, Ryeowook murmurs at last, voice softening to near silent decibels. Jongwoon leans closer even though he can hear Ryeowook perfectly well, small ticks and tocks floating around them as their cheeks nearly touch. They truly have it hard. Life is so fleeting for them, so little time spent for each of them.
Do you? Ryeowook reflects the question back after a few ticks of comfortable silence between them, space between them slowly dwindling as the moon rises higher and higher, leaving the balloon behind. Would you ever fall to be like them?
Only if you were there, Jongwoon says softly, and Ryeowook is nearly burned by the honesty, for the first time fearing he may fall from his perch, his pendulum jumping erratically. Jongwoon’s tangible arm has to grab onto his hand as he falls, put him back on his perch. Their hands remain molded together though. Time may be fleeting, but it’s better than nothing at all. I’d find you through time, through those tiny lifetimes.
I think I could live with that, Ryeowook smiles, and they sit. Ryeowook doesn’t know how long, not quite counting the ticks and tocks for once, leaving the pendulum to swing on its own for a least a short while, resting his head on Jongwoon’s shoulder and watching life, real life, pass them by. Jongwoon’s hand begins to fade from his grasp as the sun begins to rise, the moon having long left the care of the balloon to the dawn. Could you promise?
I do, Jongwoon whispers, and Ryeowook wonders if he asked a different question entirely. If those three words he asked in question could echo three others, and Ryeowook wonders if he can answer with his eyes, let his tiny smile reply the same for him as he rewinds the pendulum around his wrist.
He wonders if Jongwoon will speak more, but instead Ryeowook watches him fade into the myriad of pastels rising in the sky. A hand cups his cheek and a faint pressure against his lips to let him remember before he disappears entirely. The come back soon is unspoken, and Ryeowook is glad for it, voice beginning to tire already.
He wonders if there is release from this position of his, and if so, he thinks he may not mind being a human in his next go, if second tries at life exist for those like him. He has never quite dared to hope until this night, tasting the promise of a future on Jongwoon’s lips, not just the present sands of time slipping along but the unknown that is yet to be.
Maybe it could be, in another time, Ryeowook thinks to himself, and his smile comes unbidden, sun risen in the sky. His pendulum swings, and Ryeowook remains at his perch, but something feels inherently different now. He doesn’t believe he is supposed to love, to feel, but even if he fails in his duties, it doesn’t matter now.
He feels hope.
...
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed :)
Author: Dreaminginside
Words: ~1100
Pairings:Yewook
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: LOLNO
Rating: G
Summary: Ryeowook keeps time on a pendulum.
A/N: This is for myself.
Ryeowook keeps time on a pendulum.
It swings back and forth from a silver chain wrapped tight round and round his hand, dangling into the abyss below. Tonight, it is a lake, the shore spotted with dots of life and fire, and for the briefest of moments Ryeowook feels envy. He’s perched on the edge of a hot air balloon basket lit up inside by the moon, powered by wisps of warm summer air filling it of their own volition. He holds no fear of falling, as time has no fear of stopping.
He sets the pendulum aside, knotting it double around a sand bag and singing a melody of tick tick tock as a warm summer breeze caresses his cheek. His lips tip upwards as he leaves the extension of his controlled time to its own tick tock, eyes barely sliding to the right as a cloud taps on his shoulder, slowly materializing to perch next to him.
Jongwoon, Ryeowook acknowledges quietly, his voice never quite rising above that quietness. Time does not need to be heard to exist, after all. Spoken word wasn’t a thought that had passed through his mind until an interesting piece of sky had run into him. What are you doing here?
It’s too nice to cloud the sky tonight, don’t you think? Jongwoon’s wisp of a mouth flashes a grin as he fades between tangible and not, small tendrils of light morphing into a face and features similar to those Ryeowook chooses to wear, that of human sitting beside the lake they pass over in Ryeowook’s slow moving balloon. Sometimes it’s easier to just sit back and watch them down there.
Lazy, Ryeowook accuses, but his tone is colored warm with amusement as it leaves his mouth, letting Jongwoon brush their shoulders together. The briefest touch that sets his nonexistent heart out of time, You’re just looking for an excuse to pester me, aren’t you?
Maybe, Jongwoon sings, honesty in his voice tapping a yes in Ryeowook’s ears. The gust of wind following his voice takes them higher in the sky, closer to the moon that lights up Ryeowook’s solitary balloon. The dots of humans become smaller below, and Jongwoon notices the way that Ryeowook’s eyes soften slightly. Do you ever wish to be like them?
Ryeowook considers carefully, rolling Jongwoon’s seemingly light words around in his head for a moment. They sink low in his stomach, heavier than the great silver pendulum that swings beside him, and the silence sits stagnant between the two of them as Jongwoon plays with the edges of Ryeowook’s hair, distractingly so.
Ryeowook then considers Jongwoon, the way the light plays off the near transparent hollows of his face. It makes him wonder which of them is older, though he isn’t sure why it matters. Jongwoon watches the thoughts flit over Ryeowook’s near solid features, no hope in his heart for a right answer, simply curiosity driving him.
I don’t think so, Ryeowook murmurs at last, voice softening to near silent decibels. Jongwoon leans closer even though he can hear Ryeowook perfectly well, small ticks and tocks floating around them as their cheeks nearly touch. They truly have it hard. Life is so fleeting for them, so little time spent for each of them.
Do you? Ryeowook reflects the question back after a few ticks of comfortable silence between them, space between them slowly dwindling as the moon rises higher and higher, leaving the balloon behind. Would you ever fall to be like them?
Only if you were there, Jongwoon says softly, and Ryeowook is nearly burned by the honesty, for the first time fearing he may fall from his perch, his pendulum jumping erratically. Jongwoon’s tangible arm has to grab onto his hand as he falls, put him back on his perch. Their hands remain molded together though. Time may be fleeting, but it’s better than nothing at all. I’d find you through time, through those tiny lifetimes.
I think I could live with that, Ryeowook smiles, and they sit. Ryeowook doesn’t know how long, not quite counting the ticks and tocks for once, leaving the pendulum to swing on its own for a least a short while, resting his head on Jongwoon’s shoulder and watching life, real life, pass them by. Jongwoon’s hand begins to fade from his grasp as the sun begins to rise, the moon having long left the care of the balloon to the dawn. Could you promise?
I do, Jongwoon whispers, and Ryeowook wonders if he asked a different question entirely. If those three words he asked in question could echo three others, and Ryeowook wonders if he can answer with his eyes, let his tiny smile reply the same for him as he rewinds the pendulum around his wrist.
He wonders if Jongwoon will speak more, but instead Ryeowook watches him fade into the myriad of pastels rising in the sky. A hand cups his cheek and a faint pressure against his lips to let him remember before he disappears entirely. The come back soon is unspoken, and Ryeowook is glad for it, voice beginning to tire already.
He wonders if there is release from this position of his, and if so, he thinks he may not mind being a human in his next go, if second tries at life exist for those like him. He has never quite dared to hope until this night, tasting the promise of a future on Jongwoon’s lips, not just the present sands of time slipping along but the unknown that is yet to be.
Maybe it could be, in another time, Ryeowook thinks to himself, and his smile comes unbidden, sun risen in the sky. His pendulum swings, and Ryeowook remains at his perch, but something feels inherently different now. He doesn’t believe he is supposed to love, to feel, but even if he fails in his duties, it doesn’t matter now.
He feels hope.
...
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed :)