FAZER LOGIN"Tell me, Mr Blue. Was it worth it? Is it worth it? Will it be worth it?" It wasn't and it never will be. Not in Erin's eyes tinted blue. Not in the eyes of the hopeless young man doomed to the clutches of fate; doomed to eternal pain. Did beauty lie between the cracks of fate? Does the Moon know of the Sun who died every night to let the Moon breathe? Erin, a poor, hospital bound boy just wants to be like everyone else, to love someone. Every day, he escapes to the virtual world with his wings of freedom, creating his own reality where things goes the way he wants. That world gave him a real, painless body, with infinite possibilities. Life got that much harder when, Uriel, a rich boy enters this realm and steals Erin’s world. The man who says the ugliest of words with the smoothest of tones. Does he help Erin, or dig him deeper? OR Erin wanted love and got pain instead. Things changed, and so did Uriel. INCLUDES: futuristic virtual reality, Persian mythology (minor), romance, sci-fi, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, rich/poor dynamic, mythology, distance, cold families, battles, quests, stars and moon metaphor. WARNING: includes mentions of depression, swearing, and sexually explicit content.
Ver maisA week before Erin's birthday."At least I could say that I tried," he played with Rae's paws. "I really did, you know? It's not like I wanted this."He gnawed at his lip, a twisted red. "I...I mean I did want it. Of course I did, but I tried not to, Mr Blue. I really did." he wistfully looked out the window. "I didn't want to love him, because now I'm stuck up here," he jabbed a finger at his skull."God damnit, I'm stuck here. God damnit!"Fingers knotted deeply into his hair, pulling at his roots. "I don't want him alone, please, please," he silently pleaded to no one in particular.His cacophanous whispers were carried by the breeze and crumbled into ashes.Because, from the very beginning, Erin knew he shouldn't. Shouldn't get involved and create something only to leave it unfinished, forever. He knew, and yet
Uriel was blue, too. As blue as the poem Erin wrote months and months ago. As blue as Gihyun's quivering lips when he read it to him aloud. He wished he could reach beyond the glass barrier and warm his small hands up.-Blue, blue like the moonlight,Bluer than every blue,I'm speaking of your eyes,those blue mendacities,Oceans of restlessness.Blue is my heart,The sea that is held captive,This is destiny's visage,That takes its colour from you.When I stare at the depth of the tiled pond,I feel like I'm staring into you,Even though you are absent.I see your eyes in the color of the universe,I genuflect to you.Blue, blue like the moonlight,Bluer than every blue,I'm speaking of your eyes;those blue mendacities,Oceans of restle
"Several news reports have amassed over the last eight months regarding the virtual headset. It has broken all barriers humanity had believed could never be broken, but has some extremely grave consequences. A total of 52 patients have developed psychotic symptoms after extensive use of the headset, and even catalysing brain malfuction and death in one young patient named Park Erin. Park Erin passed away upon turning 20, and post-mortems show extreme levels of plasticity in his brain, as his parts of his somatosensory cortex severely decreased in volume." "Thank you, Ms Byun. For what reason were the reports delayed?" "In all actuality, speculation was always made regarding the headset as more and more cases of psychosis, and even neurosis, emerged. Officials deemed it too early to take this case to court and further examine the reports. However, as of two days ago, data regarding the origins and maintenance of the
He couldn't. He couldn't help himself, couldn't resist the urge, couldn't silence the lust-coated pleas dripping from his mouth, couldn't deny his body from curving and rolling up inches higher just to meet Erin. He couldn't resist, and no deity would be able to either.He has never been so glad to be so useless at something. He was so glad his pitiful efforts poured into resisting was all but futile.He chanted and chanted his name, shuddering breaths lacing and weavings its way into every tenebroussyllable, begging for his beautiful name to be etched into the air and ceaselessly lingering. He wants to always feel Erin."I want you to love me. But I don't just want to know it. I want to feel it. I want to feel your love filling me up and splitting me wide open at the seam, I want to feel it drag across my walls and paint me crystalline white. Let me feel it, Uri, I'm begging you. ple


















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