Just reminding yall that the T in Taeil stands for TSOP SLEEPING ON MOON FCKING TAEIL THE KING OF VOCALS, KING OF HAVING HIS OWN OST EVEN BEFORE DEBUTING, KING OF RECEIVING PUNISHMENTS AND GETTING HIS HEAD SHAVED BC HE DOESN’T FOLLOW SCHOOL RULES, KING OF CHOOSING HIS DREAM TO DEBUT IN NCT THAN GO TO UNI, KING PLAYING PIANO IN JOHNNY’S ROOM WITH CLOTHES OFF, KING OF PUSHING YOU OUT OF HIS WAY, KING OF SLAYING EVERYONE’S ASSES KING OF
The isolation of village life suited the woodcarver. Whirring in tune
and whittling with intricate choreography, timber of the forest sang under the
guidance of his enchanted hands. In a small hut just large enough to house his
great works, he created arrivals and departures, gates and exoduses. Doors of
all possibilities were fashioned in that sacred place.
His refusal to take on more than one order at a time was either genius
marketing or eccentricity. He spoke with each customer personally and shook
their hand, often holding it for longer than was socially polite. Some said he
was a palm reader of sorts, and knew what style of door to make for each person
based on the way their hand fit in his.
The cost was exorbitant. But workmanship this exquisite and rare was
worth it for those of means. Which meant that for some, it was only a status
symbol used to flaunt their wealth. For them, the woodcarver often created the
simplest of doors. A hint, perhaps, but they generally didn’t comprehend. For
others, the door they wanted was a way to close off—to hide. So the carver
built them an escape route. And for a
rather small minority, the carver crafted a portal. Where it would lead, was up
Which of those character types applied to the woodcarver’s latest
customer was yet to be seen.
The aperture in the third corridor off the main hall was unique. Occasionally,
the lord thought the builder of his home had deliberately made this particular
opening off kilter just to toy with him. The dimensions were slightly off from
the rest of the structures in this wing or any other and necessitated a custom
closure. The lord spent many hours searching for the one who could satisfy the particulars
of this opening until he heard of the artist in the forest.
The carver’s door fit the open space perfectly. Not a breath could pass
between hinge and wood. It was smooth and silent, keeping the room beyond
separate from the rest of the great house. Visitors to the lord’s home might
think a great secret was beyond the solidity of wood. In truth, the lord just
wanted an imposing entrance so as to dissuade the sometimes unruly staff and meddlesome
guests from tinkering with his ivory instrument. His plan worked. Wary of
enchantments, the staff walked on the other side of the hallway, as far from
the door as they could get.
Except for the girl. His ward was often impertinent and did as she
When she thought no one was looking, she would trace the elaborate
design with her fingers, over and over again, an expression of concentrated
curiosity beautifying her ever-present grin into a wondrous smile.
The staff thought it strange. She was strange and they called her nosy.
She preferred the term inquisitive. Nevertheless, the lord indulged and gave
her free reign of his house. She explored unencumbered. But this room, she did
not enter. This door, she did not pass through. She seemed content to search its
secrets with her palms, as though she were blind.
Perhaps she had been. For a while. So now, she observed with her other
senses. Weighed and measured her thoughts. And she felt with her mind as well
as her heart. Perceiving more than was visible, her previous volatility was
somewhat subdued and the staff couldn’t quite figure her out.
The lord had taken her with him when he met the woodcarver and the
artisan shook her hand as well as the lord’s. While their fingers touched, he
asked if she knew where the lord desired to put the door. A squeeze of his
fingers was her response.
Her knowledge came from hearing. Beyond the door, the expansive room
held only a piano. A grand one, to be sure, but that was all. And only the lord
was allowed to play.
When the lord was at the keys, she would sometimes sit in the hall.
Other times, she would lie down, dreaming. But, usually, she would dance,
occasionally touching the design.
The lord on one side
of the enchanted door, the girl on the other. Harmony.
okay but like, i am so excited to see their new place….i hope phil gets his garden, dan gets his new piano and big room, they get a backyard with sunshine, and the place has air conditioning, and they make friends with their neighbors and have plenty of space for a dog, better storage areas (multiple levels??), a new larger gaming room with lots of new places for phil’s houseplants, a big kitchen where they could bake together & have cabinet doors that automatically close for phil, and no glass doors so they won’t bang around anymore, a high coffee table for their long bodies, and just a place they both love that feels like home for the next several years of their lives
Requested. Piano sex. Not sure how I feel about this, might delete it again.
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One Last Time (Smut)
You were pulled out of your blurry sleep, when the
small yet beautiful tones from the piano in the living room rung in your ears.
Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you gazed over at your phone on the
He was home again. It wasn’t that you expected Shawn
to be lying next to you, honestly, you didn’t think he’d come back tonight.