How does one romanticise a storm? 

It’s simple, really. You fall in love with one.

You let yourself be struck with platinum lightning that sings through your veins, scorches your flesh and lights your insides on fire. You allow it to infect you - to devour you - the rumbling of your blood against your ears mimicking the thunder that plagues your dreams and blinding flashes of brilliant sparks fading into to dark, looming clouds that numb your judgement, veil it until you can think of nothing but cold wind. You let the destruction around you become a relentless constant, a twisted solace of sorts. You fool yourself into thinking that this is how it’s meant to be, how it’s always been and that you wouldn’t have it any other way. You build yourself a home in the eye of the hurricane, in his eyes that promise never to look away from you so long as you stay with him. You tell yourself you’re safe from the chaos' ravenous path, that you’re protected as long as you remain within it. You forget that self destruction is as real a threat as any other.

You become a part of it. A part of the chaos. A part of the storm.

You become one yourself, so lost in your surroundings that you don't know where you start and where the demons lurking in the debris end. 

And then you succumb. 

putting this here until I can find a proper home for it in a fic. it will probably be in Black Pearl because Baekhyun deserves it. I love Baekhyun. Ok bye. when I write imagery I swear it won't make sense to other people cos only I can understand what I'm writing