“Are you malnourished? Have I been missing something? Did I take too many petals last time I pruned you?”
One of the flowers falls to the table and withers.
Doyoung puts his spoon down, frustrated. “I mean it, stop sulking!”
All he feels from the plant is the ringing sadness, like a distant cry on the wind. Another flower falls.
- Part 1 of Between Worlds
Taeyong blinks, trying to imprint the man's face into his memory, the minor facets of expression as he blinks water out of his eyes, as drops run down the gentle curve of his cheekbone, down the smooth column of his neck. He tries to imprint into his mind the way the cold eyes are alive, moving, watching him with an intensity that scares him to his core, because gods, how many times has he wished for these eyes to meet his own gaze?
How many times has he wished to be looked at too?
“I know you,” he repeats, voice almost nothing in the silence of the night. “I’m in love with you.”
This is a sequel/spin off, but can be read alone!
- Part 2 of Between Worlds
“What are they?”
“Things,” the boy says, cocking his head slightly to the side. “Dangerous things.”
Mark swallows. His heart hasn’t slowed, like it knows more than his mind, his eyes. “And what are you?”
The boy smiles. It’s a childish expression, young and unpracticed, but so pretty it hurts to look at, made for stronger eyes, a stronger being. “What am I?”
Mark asks again. “What are you?”
“A thing,” the boy says. “A dangerous thing.”
- Part 3 of Between Worlds