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[overturie]

@maylies asked: 🎁 & 🤫 cup their face in their hands / place a finger to their lips, shushing them ✦ — still accepting !

today, yuhui worries about the button on his cardigan coming loose. he wiggles it around in his fingers and makes may take a look at it. then yuhui worries about the scraping noises that their coffee machine is making, odd and fresh to his ears today even if it's nothing new, as may tells him - it's been making those sounds for weeks. yuhui worries about bella licking her paw, squinting to check for cuts or grazes on her skin, and examines every little nook of her foot for ten minutes straight.

yuhui always worries about small things, but today they build up and fill the air like a hurricane. it draws his body rigid and batters his skin cold.

maybe may can tell that he's at the whirling epicenter of it, because there's the pad of his finger at his mouth, quieting yuhui's latest shaky rant about peach jam. he falls silent for a second, lifting his gaze to meet red-tinted eyes with something like guilt licking at the inside of his chest; behind everything there's only one real thing he is worried about today, and it eats away at him like rot.

and it’s may who has to hold him together between his palms while he gradually crumples, the lid of the jam jar falling from his hand. “i - i just think if it’s too thick it’ll - it’ll be too hard to spread on our bread, especially the soft bread,” says yuhui, voice strained while he fights a sudden prick of tears in his eyes. and it’s far too much to just be over the chunks in the peach jam, or a loose button, or a nonexistent cut on bella's paw. it's too much. but making jam is supposed to be something nice, and sweet, and happy, and today yuhui can't help with the worrying.

today yuhui worries that three little mason jars will last for months and months, and that they won't be able to finish eating all of it together. the guilt seems to tighten like a cage around his ribs as he reaches forward to find may's heartbeat, pressing his hand to his chest, counting, breathing to that rhythm. it takes too much of their ticking time before he can pull himself together again, managing a smile and a small sheepish laugh, and he takes may's hands into his own, shaking his head— "sorry, i didn't mean to get so emotional over jam."

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List of symbols

Flowers

𑁍 𖣦 ❀ ✿ ❁ ❃ ❊ ✣ ✼ ❉ ꕤ᯽֍❁ ᪥ ❀❁ꕥ𓇬⚘𓆸𓆹𓆼𓇊𓇚

Hearts

♡ ♡ ❥ ❦ ❧ ❤︎ ♥︎ ♡̷ ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡ ఌ ꨄ <3 ♡⃕

Stars

✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 ✧ ✦⭒ ✮ ⋆ ꙳ ✧ ⊹ 。°˖ ✰✯ ⊛✺✹✸✷ ✬✫❂✯⍟✪✩ ☾

Arrows

↳ ↱ ⇢ ➯ ↝ ➸ ➹ ↬ ↫ ￫ ➥ ⁀➷ ➠ ⟿ ↺ ↻ ⇘ ⇙ ⇗ ⇖ ➟➠➙➚➛➜☇➔⇪⇩⇨⇧⇦➢➣➥➦➧➪➫➬➯➱➲➳➴➽➼➾⇳⇣⇢⇜⇝⇡⇠

Boxes

□░■☒☐❒▥▤▦▨◧◨◩ ◫◰◱◲▭▯▒▓▢▮⊞⊟⊠⊡ ∎⊞⊟⊠⊡▁■□▢▣▓▥▦▧▨▩▫◪◩◨◧◈◇◆❑❒◫◙◳◲◱◰

Circles

⊖⊘⊙⊚⊛⊜⊝◉○◌◍◎●◐◑◒◓◔◕◖◗◦◯◴◵◶❍⦿⊕⊗

Triangles

⊿▲△▴▵▷▸▹►▻▼▽▾▿◁◂◃◄◅◢◣◤◥◭◮◸◹◺◿∇∆ ⫷ ⫸

Office

☏ ✄ ✎ ✐ ✑ ✁ ✃ ✆

Borders

┊͙write in me ┊͙ ꒰ write in me ꒱ 【 write in me 】 「 write in me 」 『 write in me 』 ⌠ write in me ⌡〔 write in me 〕 〖 write in me〗 « write in me » ‹ write in me › ◣ Write in me ◥ ʚ write in me ɞ ❝ write in me ❞ ˗ˏˋwrite in meˎˊ˗

Swirls

﹏﹏﹏‍ ༄࿓ ؂ 𓏲 𓂅 ࿔ 𖦹 ꩜ 𖣠 ⌇ ᝰ ꕀ ꒰ 𓍲 𓍱 𓍯𖥦𓂃﹏ ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७५୭᠀𑁯 ੭ ৎ ຊ∿ꔵ ຯ ໒೨𖧧Ꮺ 𖡎౾ ౽ ೫

Dice

⚀ ⚁ ⚂ ⚃ ⚄ ⚅

Chess

♔♕♖♗♘♙♞♝♜♛♚

Dividers

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

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➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

»»——⍟——««

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♥︎ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

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╚══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╝ └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

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└─── °∘❉∘° ───┘

Music

♫ ♪ ♩♬♭♯𝄞𝄢

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.

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ᵐⁱⁿ ────────────○─ ᵐᵃˣ

Animals

𓆉𓆟𓃥𓃠𓃰𓃱𓃯𓃭𓃸𓃵𓃗𓃘𓃙𓃟𓄀𓄁𓄂𓃚𓃛𓃜𓃒𓃓𓃔𓃕𓃖𓃡𓃢𓃦𓃩𓃫𓃬𓃮𓃲𓃶𓃷𓃹𓃻𓃽𓃾𓃿𓄄𓄄𓄅𓄆𓄇𓆈𓆉𓆌𓆏𓆗𓆘𓆙𓆐𓆑𓆊𓆡𓆣𓆤𓄿𓅀𓅁𓅂𓅇𓅄𓅐𓅐𓅏𓅋𓅑𓅕𓅢𓅮𓅺𓅹𓅸𓅽𓆃𓆂𓅸

People

𓀞𓀞𓀟𓀠𓀡𓀢𓀣𓀩𓀨𓀧𓀦𓀤𓀥𓀪𓀫𓀬𓀀𓀁𓀂𓀈𓀇𓀆𓀅𓀃𓀊𓀉𓀋𓀌𓀍𓀎𓀕𓀔𓀓𓀒𓀑𓀏𓀖𓀛𓀙𓀘𓀗𓁅𓀜𓁄𓁃𓁂𓁁𓀝𓁆𓁋𓁇𓁈𓁗𓁖𓁕𓁔𓁓𓁎𓁍𓁐𓁒𓁙𓁘𓀭𓀲𓀱𓀽𓀼𓀾𓀻𓁲𓁀𓀿𓁤𓁵𓁨𓁱𓁰𓁩𓁪𓁫

Faces

☹ ☻ ㋡ ⍨⍢ツ ◡̎ ᙏ̤̫ ꪔ̤̥ ꪔ̤̮ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)٩꒰｡•◡•｡꒱۶ ( o˘◡˘o) (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) ٩(๑´3｀๑)۶ ¨̮ (༎ຶ௰༎ຶ ) (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ ॑꒳ ॑ˊᗜˋ (୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤) ꒰･‿･๑꒱ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡. (ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ (꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂)꜆꜄꜆ ꒰ ¨̮͚ ꒱ ପ(⑅ˊᵕˋ⑅)ଓ ( ੭•͈ω•͈)੭ ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄*₎◞ ̑̑. °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° (∩˃o˂∩)♡ ꒰⑅ •̥ ·̮ •̥ ⑅꒱ ♥︎  ̀⁽ᵕ̈⁾ ́ (ू｡∵｡) ♡.̫♡ (╭☞•́⍛•̀)╭☞ ˃̶̤́˘͈ᵕ˘͈˂̶̤̀ ˙ᵕ˙ ᵔદᵔ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ˶˙º̬˙˶ ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ (ꈍᴗꈍ) ꒰｡ › ·̮ ‹ ｡꒱

Extras

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Letters

𝐴 𝐵 𝐶 𝐷 𝐸 𝐹 𝐺 𝐻 𝐼 𝐽 𝐾 𝐿 𝑀 𝑁 𝑂 𝑃 𝑄 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝑉 𝑊 𝑋 𝑌 𝑍

𝑎 𝑏 𝑐 𝑑 𝑒 𝑓 𝑔 ℎ 𝑖 𝑗 𝑘 𝑙 𝑚 𝑛 𝑜 𝑝 𝑞 𝑟 𝑠 𝑡 𝑢 𝑣 𝑤 𝑥 𝑦 𝑧

𝐀 𝐁 𝐂 𝐃 𝐄 𝐅 𝐆 𝐇 𝐈 𝐉 𝐊 𝐋 𝐌 𝐍 𝐎 𝐏 𝐐 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐕 𝐖 𝐗 𝐘 𝐙

𝐚 𝐛 𝐜 𝐝 𝐞 𝐟 𝐠 𝐡 𝐢 𝐣 𝐤 𝐥 𝐦 𝐧 𝐨 𝐩 𝐪 𝐫 𝐬 𝐭 𝐮 𝐯 𝐰 𝐱 𝐲 𝐳

𝗔 𝗕 𝗖 𝗗 𝗘 𝗙 𝗚 𝗛 𝗜 𝗝 𝗞 𝗟 𝗠 𝗡 𝗢 𝗣 𝗤 𝗥 𝗦 𝗧 𝗨 𝗩 𝗪 𝗫 𝗬 𝗭

𝗮 𝗯 𝗰 𝗱 𝗲 𝗳 𝗴 𝗵 𝗶 𝗷 𝗸 𝗹 𝗺 𝗻 𝗼 𝗽 𝗾 𝗿 𝘀 𝘁 𝘂 𝘃 𝘄 𝘅 𝘆 𝘇

𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 ��� 𝓗 𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠 𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓩

𝓪 𝓫 𝓬 𝓭 𝓮 𝓯 𝓰 𝓱 𝓲 𝓳 𝓴 𝓵 𝓶 𝓷 𝓸 𝓹 𝓺 𝓻 𝓼 𝓽 𝓾 𝓿 𝔀 𝔁 𝔂 𝔃

𝐴 𝐵 𝐶 𝐷 𝐸 𝐹 𝐺 𝐻 𝐼 𝐽 𝐾 𝐿 𝑀 𝑁 𝑂 𝑃 𝑄 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝑉 𝑊 𝑋 𝑌 𝑍

𝒂 𝒃 𝒄 𝒅 𝒆 𝒇 𝒈 𝒉 𝒊 𝒋 𝒌 𝒍 𝒎 𝒏 𝒐 𝒑 𝒒 𝒓 𝒔 𝒕 𝒖 𝒗 𝒘 𝒙 𝒚 𝒛

𝙰 𝙱 𝙲 𝙳 𝙴 𝙵 𝙶 𝙷 𝙸 𝙹 𝙺 𝙻 𝙼 𝙽 𝙾 𝙿 𝚀 𝚁 𝚂 𝚃 𝚄 𝚅 𝚆 𝚇 𝚈 𝚉

𝚊 𝚋 𝚌 𝚍 𝚎 𝚏 𝚐 𝚑 𝚒 𝚓 𝚔 𝚕 𝚖 𝚗 𝚘 𝚙 𝚚 𝚛 𝚜 𝚝 𝚞 𝚟 𝚠 𝚡 𝚢 𝚣

𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕰 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕺 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅

𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 𝖜 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟

𝔄 𝔅 ℭ 𝔇 𝔈 𝔉 𝔊 ℌ ℑ 𝔍 𝔎 𝔏 𝔐 𝔑 𝔒 𝔓 𝔔 ℜ 𝔖 𝔗 𝔘 𝔙 𝔚 𝔛 𝔜

𝔞 𝔟 𝔠 𝔡 𝔢 𝔣 𝔤 𝔥 𝔦 𝔧 𝔨 𝔩 𝔪 𝔫 𝔬 𝔭 𝔮 𝔯 𝔰 𝔱 𝔲 𝔳 𝔴 𝔵 𝔶 𝔷

𝘼 𝘽 𝘾 𝘿 𝙀 𝙁 𝙂 𝙃 𝙄 𝙅 𝙆 𝙇 𝙈 𝙉 𝙊 𝙋 𝙌 𝙍 𝙎 𝙏 𝙐 𝙑 𝙒 𝙓 𝙔 𝙕

𝙖 𝙗 𝙘 𝙙 𝙚 𝙛 𝙜 𝙝 𝙞 𝙟 𝙠 𝙡 𝙢 𝙣 𝙤 𝙥 𝙦 𝙧 𝙨 𝙩 𝙪 𝙫 𝙬 𝙭 𝙮 𝙯

𝒜 ℬ 𝒞 𝒟 ℰ ℱ 𝒢 ℋ ℐ 𝒥 𝒦 ℒ ℳ 𝒩 𝒪 𝒫 𝒬 ℛ 𝒮 𝒯 𝒰 𝒱 𝒲 𝒳 𝒴 𝒵

𝒶 𝒷 𝒸 𝒹 𝑒 𝒻 𝑔 𝒽 𝒾 𝒿 𝓀 𝓁 𝓂 𝓃 𝑜 𝓅 𝓆 𝓇 𝓈 𝓉 𝓊 𝓋 𝓌 𝓍 𝓎 𝓏

𝔸 𝔹 ℂ 𝔻 𝔼 𝔽 𝔾 ℍ 𝕀 𝕁 𝕂 𝕃 𝕄 ℕ 𝕆 ℙ ℚ ℝ 𝕊 𝕋 𝕌 𝕍 𝕎 𝕏 𝕐 ℤ

𝕒 𝕓 𝕔 𝕕 𝕖 𝕗 𝕘 𝕙 𝕚 𝕛 𝕜 𝕝 𝕞 𝕟 𝕠 𝕡 𝕢 𝕣 𝕤 𝕥 𝕦 𝕧 𝕨 𝕩 𝕪 𝕫

Numbers

①②③④⑤⑥⑦⑧⑨⑩

⑪⑫⑬⑭⑮⑯⑰⑱⑲⑳

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➊➋➌➍➎➏➐➑➒➓

[overturie]

It's been months since the last time Yuhui has spoken to his father, and the way it ended still leaves a metallic taste in his mouth. But he can’t lie to himself. He suspects maybe he’s built it all up in his head over these past few years - his mounting dislike for the person he’d disappointed the most in his life, emphasizing every monstrous detail until he’s become a caricature. It’s been easier to just ignore him and pretend there aren’t things that he misses. Maybe even delude yourself into believing they were never there at all.

But he still remembers every digit of his father’s phone number. It lives inside his head despite the number of times he’s deleted and blocked and deleted and blocked again, again, again.

Maybe some part of him is still that kid whose first instinct in important situations is to call their parents. But another part of him is utterly convinced he’ll hear nothing but terrible things. If he thinks about it too long, he’ll start equating the olive branch of communication as an act of self-flagellation and chastise himself for even going this far - you’ve been happy, why fuck it up now?

So, he centers his thoughts on his fiance. May had told him do it for you, but if he were thinking solely of himself he would have never reached this point. Getting close with May’s family comes with a measure of guilt, knowing that there’s never a guarantee he can offer the same. But he wants him to be able to cross that line badly. He wants to show him those parts of himself, the people and places that have shaped him, he wants to see them welcome him, see what May’s face might look like, if he’d be smiling, if he’d like the landmarks of his childhood, if he’d like the food.

It’s with that in the forefront of his mind that he finally dials the number and puts the phone to his ear. Disarmingly, it hardly rings once before somebody picks up.

喂？Hello?

It’s his father’s voice on the other side of the line, which means it’s too late to go back now. Yuhui sucks in a breath, trying not to let his voice shake.

爸… 是我。Dad, it’s me.

There’s a crackle of noise on the other end — and then recognition. 阿恢？A’Hui? 打电话干嘛？什么事发生了？Why did you call? Did something happen? …

… 是不是你缺钱？Are you low on money?

He flinches. 啊… 不像那样… Ah… no, it’s not like that…

那干嘛？我也是好忙。Then what is it? You know I’m busy.

Yuhui’s grip on the phone is slick and his hand feels encased in ice. Then it tumbles out of his mouth like the blade of a guillotine, quick and heavy.

爸，我要结婚了。Dad, I’m going to get married.

There’s silence on the other end. It strikes him that he has no idea whether or not his father has seen the articles, the photos, which still make him uncomfortable. He’s regained his footing since then, but sometimes he shivers wondering how far everything has reached. Thankfully, there’s distance between them, and his father is - as he’d said - busy. Maybe too busy to keep up with celebrity gossip and tabloids, which he’d never really given a shit about, either.

Yuhui wonders if he’ll ask who the girl is… no, he braces for the real possibility of the question, wondering wildly with a hint of fear if he’d even be able to correct him.

Silence. Silence. Silence. Something burns behind his eyes.

可以… 说些什么？It bursts from him; suddenly he doesn’t care if what comes out of his father’s mouth is a lecture, a tirade, or something worse. He can’t stand waiting any longer. He’s been waiting for months. Can you.. say something? Yuhui closes his eyes. 你忍不了的话，你… 你不用... If -- if you can’t bear it then you don’t have to --

Then finally comes his voice.

你高兴么？Are you happy? 那个人。他对你好么？

It’s Yuhui’s turn to be stunned quiet. There’s no gendered pronoun in spoken Chinese, just one ta that encompasses everything and everyone. But he’s sure his father is talking about a he, written in the dangerously level tone of his voice. That person - he says. Does he treat you well?

He swallows, the hard lump in his throat refusing to give way.

你… 看见了… You… saw the…

知道好久了。 我是你的爸。I’ve known about it for a long time. I’m your father.

Yuhui can’t help it. There’s a rush in his head and he sobs quietly, trying to stifle it before it can be heard over the phone; probably unsuccessful. But those words batter down his dam, and for a moment he clasps a hand over his mouth and doesn’t dare to breathe, afraid to be berated.

But his father just listens to the tinny sounds of his son crying over the phone, months of anxiety and a sort of grief poured out all at once - he’s won this exchange in a way, prodded Yuhui with the least amount of speech to crumble his composure the most. Then Yuhui takes a gasping breath, feels his heart slow down enough to answer. Yes, yes, 我高兴… 我真的爱他… 人特好，对我特别好，爸，真的... yes, I love him, and he’s a very good person - he’s very good to me.

那祝你幸福。Then I wish you happiness.

There’s a beat. Enough time for Yuhui to say something - enough time for his father to add another thought. For a moment, the phone call hangs suspended in purgatory.

爸…

Then the line goes dead.

Yuhui lingers there for a while longer, phone still pressed to his ear. When he finally lets himself sit down again, he finds himself exhausted, but despite everything - the drying tears on his cheeks, his racing heart, the dull pain in his thumb where he’d pressed his index nail in too hard - his shoulders feel a little lighter.

Three hours later, he emails his father the invitation.

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࣪˖✦  # 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄 :   ♡    if   love  is  a  hole  wide  enough  to  be  god’s maw,    let  me   plunge   into  that  holy  dark  and  forget  the  color  of  the  light  ;

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kong yuhui is just a hopeless romantic.  he is still trying to find his body when cut free from marionette strings, still learning how to move on his own.  he is also a fresh vampire (his heartbeat echoes persephone & chang-e’s immortal elixir thrums in his veins), born from love and sacrifice.

♡ ⋅𓂃     𝑨  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘  𝐈𝐍  :   the red thread of fate,   bleeding for love,   metamorphosis of a butterfly,   pressure of the public eye,   the rabbit on the moon,   codependency.

♡ ⋅𓂃   𝓘𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  :   xie lian of heaven official’s blessing,   persephone of greek myth,   lysander of a midsummer night’s dream.