False Twin Flames, Karmic Attachment, A Spiritual & Psychological Fusion.
A ‘false twin flame’ is a specific type of karmic attachment that leaves a pretty lasting impression, and a lasting impact, that is, until the actual twin flame makes themselves apparent. And sometimes, even then, the dent left by the false twin may be so prevalent, that it too affects the twin flame union, and the ways in which the twin in question perceives love, and perceives members of the opposite sex, (opposing energy).
Just like not everybody has a twin flame, not everybody has a false twin. The two sort of go hand in hand, and you cannot have one without the other.
memories 01. i don’t know if this is reality or a dream.
he grips the railing, metal kissing his bruises bittersweet. he stops.
he looks off, sharp eyes gauging hesitance in jin’s soft muted gaze, the warmth of his brown eyes soon replaced by film and hard glass, and it sets him back on course.
taehyung closes his eyes and leans forward, the adrenaline in his chest relieved by the sudden weightlessness caught between his heels. he inhales the pinks and oranges of the sky, the waning sun caught between his lips, and for very first time, he soars. he soars far above the ground, above the grass, above jin, and far beyond the dredges of reality he’d been grounded to for so long (and for much too long). and he keeps soaring, suspended in the silence of his chaotic headspace, soaring even farther, even as gravity tugs down his sleeves and begs at his feet.
jin watches, head booming with applause and excitement. the voices holler and cheer, ghosting whispers in his ears, knowing too well of their fixation towards the descending figure before him, as they clap-! whoop-! scream–!
but taehyung hears nothing. he doesn’t hear the chorus of gasps when he falls, he doesn’t hear the hurrahs, the satisfaction of having a full audience. he can only sense. sense a blank stare watching him through false mirrors and still windows. sense the impending fruit of his fall. he can sense gravity dragging plastic and glass from shaking hands to shatter on concrete as it drags him whole into the mouth of the tide, pulling jin and his illusions to drown with him.
scorpio ~ what separates me from you, I can stare at the devils that’s why my eyes seem striking or hypnotising. They have been scarred I can stare at them, and yet you create a world of false mirrors reflecting back your every lie and delusional desire, and the difference is That I know nothing of what you hold even exists and these devils have followed me for lifetimes, the difference is that you would run, or scream, or hide, erecting reflectors and blinding spotlights and I wanted to tame them, to manipulate, to subordinate. now they worship me
Louis couldn’t be happier about Lottie and Tommy finally getting married. Except for the presence of his Aunt Martha.
Harry looked between Louis and Martha. “Is this… the aunt?” he asked.
Only Harry could manage to be that polite, yet still manage to convey that much disdain. Louis turned back to Martha, who was frowning at both of them, and gave her a smile that mirrored the false sweetness of her own. “Aunt Martha, this is Harry,” he said. “My boyfriend for the past five years. As you can see, I think he’d have some objections to my finding a nice girl, or a wife. Harry, this is my aunt Martha.”
“Charmed, I’m sure” Harry said, making no motion to shake her hand.
This fic was written as part of an ongoing challenge. We each select random numbers and are given a specific emotion from the book 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names. To read the other fics written in this challenge, click here, or you can find the masterpost on tumblr here. Big thanks to everyone who’s made this challenge happen and made it so amazing! Thanks for letting me be a part of it!