How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams."
—Bram Stoker

Lee Taemin, born the 18th of July.
AU   R/S    S/O
  → gxssip assistant

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unholy

renetae;

sxnae:

✫     Hearing the male beside her speak, she looked in his direction to see if he was addressing her. When seeing no one else in hearing distance, she nodded slowly while watching as he threw a piece of bread into the water. Frowning slightly as all of bigger ducks rushed towards the floating bread, “Survival of the fittest.” he says.
    “I think survival of the fittest, is the saddest form of endurance. Not only is it unfair but it’s almost as if it has become an excuse to push people down. Somethings just aren’t prepared for it and we watch them fail because it makes us feel bigger, like we’ve actually accomplished something; when in actuality; we’re only one step higher than they were…” Her voice drifts off as the sentence finishes; looking at the slightly taller man, quickly she turns her head towards the pond. Biting her lower lip feeling as if she said too at one time.

“You believe in a unified existence”, he mused out quietly, his eyes never leaving the ducks, the water rippling under their activity, the reflection of the overcast sky making pale the surface as it would try to mirror it. “To help each other overcome your weaknesses”, he said, wetting his lips slowly. “It is beautiful in theory but how often does theory work in practise? Not as often as it should. The world is a hierarchy in the bones, a unified effort in the flesh. They work together, but could not mesh.” Only after saying this did he turn his head, his gaze upon a point of nothing briefly, before falling on her. For a moment, it had his thoughts nearly still in that mind of his, having her face within view. It was remarkably alike a face he had once known and it nearly fooled him for a moment, perhaps he truly was insane, and he was speaking to a ghost. But no. There were differences. In the way she spoke, the way she carried herself. Subtle differences, yet there so clearly, for someone like him. Still, it rattled his heart, and forced him to look away, breaking off a piece of bread to throw it to the ducks.

  1. euntony-blog reblogged this from renetae and added:
    ✫ “Unified existence huh?” Raising her eyebrows slightly, never thinking of it that way, she just thought it was being...
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    “You believe in a unified existence”, he mused out quietly, his eyes never leaving the ducks, the water rippling under...
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