Fics like shards of tears on your marble skin

Eyes of the soul, they say. The cores. Branching from the depth of your soul and manifesting into an otherworldly ability that could only be a gift from the gods, a blessing. A hope. A curse. For if it was untamed, uncontrollable. Wooyoung has been burdened with its weight since he was a mere child, chained and beaten into submission to silence his voice, held at arms to leave his tongue on the blade’s edge, forever damning him to a life of quiet. His core has only ever served to become Wooyoung’s untimely demise, locked over his mouth in a silver mask to hide away the cruel scars. So when the opportunity presents for him to leave the castle he’s been locked in for years, Wooyoung grasps at the straws — in hopes of, that, perhaps, one of the other seven heirs also invited to the Kim family’s urgent meeting, might become his sanctuary.

Fics like shards of tears on your marble skin

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