Half-Finished Draft (pt.3)
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risenprecipice(I am) not the only traveller
Excerpt: “The first time you saw me wasn’t the first time I saw you.”
Draft:
Seungyoun remembers the first time he’d seen him. He had been way younger then but he had looked the same—This man.
They were at school then. And Seungyoun skipped class for the first time that day.
Slipping away from French class to run freely in the halls, tracing round the many gilded pillars. High end boarding schools could be such a pain sometimes. But he had his friends here.
He remembers chasing and hiding and chasing, one pillar to the next to the next to the next and suddenly he was face to face with him.
This Man was so.. this man, the first time he saw him. The same charming, almost evil, almost deranged but not quite smile splitting his face. He beckons to Seungyoun.
The first time he saw him, This Man seemed equally as startled to see him. Like he was waiting for something but he didn’t know what, that it took him by surprise even if he was looking for it.
Seungyoun can never forget the first moment. A raw emotion flashed across This Man’s face, so quick that if Seungyoun wasn’t so ardent on remembering this he would think it never happened. He schooled his expression back quickly enough.
This Man had only said a single word then.
“Hello.”
His hands reaching out and pulling back. A restrained action. A familiar gesture.
It’s not until the encounter is over that Seungyoun realises This Man looked like him. He doesn’t know what that means.
EOEO :
Three months later, he opens his eyes and everything’s off. He’s not in school, but they’re still with him. His friends—he asks them what happened to no answer. They ask him what he’s talking about. Seungyoun keeps quiet.
It’s not until 6 months later that he sees This Man. 9 months since his entire life was uprooted. He still feels slightly out of place like a audio synced with a delay. A song off beat just by a second. He feels frail.
Like he’s only person who doesn’t belong. Like they weren’t in a French boarding school just a few months ago. Where was this place. This dark dingy underground garage, neon painted splattered his clothes, marred on his face like war paint—something dangerous and rebellious and violent in his blood.
Hm. No, this won’t do. You can’t be here long.
you’re too soft.
They had angered him.
When had he become the owner of such anger?
POOL:
Hello. He says.
This man smiles. His grin smug and full of teeth. like something sharp.
Somehow Seungyoun isn’t afraid.
"Do you know her name?" He asks
Shouldn’t you? This man asks. Still smiling with his teeth.
“I don’t know remember her name.”
“Then she’s not important enough to remember.”
“Do you remember mine.”
His grin fades a little when Seungyoun hesitates.
“Cosmic.”
And there it is. This has less teeth. It’s softer.
He takes his hat off.
“At your service.”
(unspecified)
“The first time you saw me wasn’t the first time I saw you.”
“When’s the first time you saw me?”
“If everything goes well…” Cosmic says,
"you’ll never have to know."
Seungyoun doesn’t probe. Just allows Cosmic to get back to lazily making out with him. This is so nice.
“I like your hair.” he hums.
“Thank you, Cosmic says.
“You maybe touch if you like…”
Grins.
“Pull it if you like.”
Seungyoun blushes.
“You’ll know.” Cosmic grins.
"It’s coming up soon."
Excerpt: “The first time you saw me wasn’t the first time I saw you.”
Draft:
Seungyoun remembers the first time he’d seen him. He had been way younger then but he had looked the same—This man.
They were at school then. And Seungyoun skipped class for the first time that day.
Slipping away from French class to run freely in the halls, tracing round the many gilded pillars. High end boarding schools could be such a pain sometimes. But he had his friends here.
He remembers chasing and hiding and chasing, one pillar to the next to the next to the next and suddenly he was face to face with him.
This Man was so.. this man, the first time he saw him. The same charming, almost evil, almost deranged but not quite smile splitting his face. He beckons to Seungyoun.
The first time he saw him, This Man seemed equally as startled to see him. Like he was waiting for something but he didn’t know what, that it took him by surprise even if he was looking for it.
Seungyoun can never forget the first moment. A raw emotion flashed across This Man’s face, so quick that if Seungyoun wasn’t so ardent on remembering this he would think it never happened. He schooled his expression back quickly enough.
This Man had only said a single word then.
“Hello.”
His hands reaching out and pulling back. A restrained action. A familiar gesture.
It’s not until the encounter is over that Seungyoun realises This Man looked like him. He doesn’t know what that means.
EOEO :
Three months later, he opens his eyes and everything’s off. He’s not in school, but they’re still with him. His friends—he asks them what happened to no answer. They ask him what he’s talking about. Seungyoun keeps quiet.
It’s not until 6 months later that he sees This Man. 9 months since his entire life was uprooted. He still feels slightly out of place like a audio synced with a delay. A song off beat just by a second. He feels frail.
Like he’s only person who doesn’t belong. Like they weren’t in a French boarding school just a few months ago. Where was this place. This dark dingy underground garage, neon painted splattered his clothes, marred on his face like war paint—something dangerous and rebellious and violent in his blood.
Hm. No, this won’t do. You can’t be here long.
you’re too soft.
They had angered him.
When had he become the owner of such anger?
POOL:
Hello. He says.
This man smiles. His grin smug and full of teeth. like something sharp.
Somehow Seungyoun isn’t afraid.
"Do you know her name?" He asks
Shouldn’t you? This man asks. Still smiling with his teeth.
“I don’t know remember her name.”
“Then she’s not important enough to remember.”
“Do you remember mine.”
His grin fades a little when Seungyoun hesitates.
“Cosmic.”
And there it is. This has less teeth. It’s softer.
He takes his hat off.
“At your service.”
(unspecified)
“The first time you saw me wasn’t the first time I saw you.”
“When’s the first time you saw me?”
“If everything goes well…” Cosmic says,
"you’ll never have to know."
Seungyoun doesn’t probe. Just allows Cosmic to get back to lazily making out with him. This is so nice.
“I like your hair.” he hums.
“Thank you, Cosmic says.
“You maybe touch if you like…”
Grins.
“Pull it if you like.”
Seungyoun blushes.
“You’ll know.” Cosmic grins.
"It’s coming up soon."
