⚘ ㅤrose cavern。

[ twinkles mi fingers as i drop this ty post here. no replies are needed, just furthering character development! and trying to learn how to write oops ]

Palm facing the cloudless sky, his eyes trained on the snowflake he bent from reality; the twinkling of the light reflecting exuded beauty. His chapped lips parted, head turned in a daze, only seeing the flake as it gradually grew, edges turning icy and sharp. There he was reminded of the bitterness and hurt he was trying to forget, the prior art becoming destructive as shards shattered, covering his hand and the dirt beneath. At sight of the fresh blood mixing with the ice, a wicked grin snarled on his lips. The contrast was stunning, his unstable set of mind convinced him that.

Fingers curled in, clenching the broken pieces to further ruin them, merely giving a flick of his wrist to make it disappear with ease.

A trail of red drops followed him as he stumbled through the forest, fingers now stained with his blood. Delusional laughter spilled from him, eyes losing the glint of joy that normally resided in the boy. Dark magic. Dare he try again?

"Elementum recolligo Huic commodo locus mihi vestri vox. Elementum ego unda dico vos. Permissum Pluit es est meus nos sic vadum is exsisto."

Solitary. The life of his familiar, but a life he always detested. Was it a way he was meant for? Baekhyun was destructive. It was his fate. His family. His kind. They destroy, so why did he yearn to create? Was it foolish? Maybe it was time to put it to rest and succumb to fate. To embrace who he was meant to be all along. Misfortune. Disaster. Murderer. The attention would be his, but infamy was never the life he wanted. But now - Now it was tempting. To drink his own poison and bear the pain.

The first drop of rain to his cheek ripped his attention from his thoughts, eyes peering up. Magic wasn't his friend. He was never a fan, but he was relieved to know he could still use his mind and words to bend reality. He contained the power and now was the time to let it out. His steps became firmer, stronger as he sighed in annoyance while casting a spell to heal his former ripped up hand. The trail now finished. Not that anyone would be tracking the distorter. He was certain of that.

As the path sloped downwards, his eyes locked on the entryway to the rose cavern. His testing place for his abilities today. It being the place to come to mind that wouldn't have anyone around. Though he glanced over his shoulder to check that it was just him heading here. His anger fueled him but he couldn't deny the fear he had. Once he started, would he be strong enough to get a grip of himself and stop? Or would he lose control and his rampage would affect a larger radius?

It was a breathtaking view. However not enough to convince him not to follow through with his plan. He did, of course, have a recovery in mind as long as he was capable of that part. Revenge was petty, so he resorted to this as a coping mechanism. If it worked, how would it shape his future? Would his years of avoiding the use of magic go to waste? Would he regret it? Or simply resume to his old ways?

Stopping in the center, his arm extended as his fist tightened. The cracking started off slow, small chips falling and scattering across the ground. It didn't take long for chunks of the quartz to fall from the cave ceiling. His eyes glowed in bewilderment mixed with fascination. His balance was thrown off as the ground began to tremble, though he kept his hand up. That is, until his footing was completely gone and he fell back onto the rocky floor with a gasp for breath as it had been temporarily stolen from his lungs.

A sharp crack of his bones filled his ears as the rocks started piling on him. Lungs trying to contract properly to take air in, his eyes lifelessly open and mouth fallen agape as weak grunts left him. His eyes gradually turned to tunnel vision, blackness closing in and stomach no longer trying to puff up to free himself.

Should he finish? He pondered. How easy could he rid his existence like this. Though it wasn't the plan to hurt himself.

His mind snapped back to reality, his hand opening and allowing the cavern to piece itself back together. He sputtered out a sharp inhale, followed by a fit of coughing. His ribs popped. Was this what dying felt like?

Blood drooled from the corners of his lips. Eyes remaining shut until he gave in and repaired his weak body back to it's natural state. Healing nearly hurt as much as the damaging had. He laid back a moment, eyes bearing blankly at the rose quartz that glistened above him. Beautiful but destructive. A new found way of life that Baekhyun thought he may continue.

❅ ᕼOᒪIᗪᗩY ᗪᗩᘔᘔᒪᕮᗪ ❅

If there was anything Kyousuke knew about himself, it was that he was very good at getting himself lost. He would try to pay attention to where he was going, but he'd always forget where he made what turn. Today, however, proved that maybe getting lost isn't always so bad. While stumbling through the forest after work, trying to find his way out of it, he saw something sparkle in his peripheral. Turning to it, he noticed an opening. Curiosity got the better of him. He walked towards it and saw that it was a cave unlike any he'd ever seen. He usually didn't go out much so that he wouldn't get lost, but this was certainly worth it. The crystals shone bright around him, and he laughed a little to himself; somehow, the sight alone made him happy. The water was clear, reflecting the crystals above it. It didn't seem like anyone else occupied the space. 'Such a shame,' he thought with amazement clear in his features. 'Then again, it would be nice to have a spot mostly to myself.' With that thought, he couldn't help but smile widely to himself and sit, putting his bag down and taking out a book to start reading. Every so often, he would look up from his book and smile at the view before going back to wherever he was beforehand. He was at peace, and he found himself hoping to be able to find the place again tomorrow.

☪ cнecĸed。
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