#green finch and linnet bird

[elliart7]

"..Are you screaming?"

✨ This is the companion piece to my new YT video that'll be coming out soon, concerning female representation in fictional media 👀. Be on the look out for that! Unfortunately there was a copyright issue but it should be up and running soon

[supernovaodessa]

My cage has many rooms Damask and dark Nothing there sings Not even my lark Larks never will, you know When they're captive Teach me to be More adaptive

[music-in-my-veins14]

Outside the sky waits, Beckoning, beckoning. Just beyond the bars. How can you remain, Staring at the rain? Maddened by the stars? How is it you sing? Anything. How is it you sing?

[bugnapped-vagabond]

7hey ha7e me for s7upid reasons. I have no idea wha7 7he reasons are, bu7 7hey're s7upid, and I've elec7ed 7o ignore 7hem.

[ashleyslorens]

[covet-lovett]

Dressing Séamus up in this but it's brown

He’s a darling….

[nigft]

my cage has many rooms, damask and dark

[magefelixir]

stephen sondheim you are my BIGGEST opp because why is this song so hard what the FREAK

[dollywoo]

woosan - Green Finch & Linnet Bird. ⋆˚࿔

hi! sorry for the hiatus! this is chapter 1 of a story i've been working on for a bit! ♡

i hope you guys like it! let me know if you would like to see more! ♡

!! tw for this chapter: parental abuse, anxiety attacks, homophobia, alcohol.

pairings: heir!san x heir!wooyoung

Chapter I:

Clipped Wings.

jung wooyoung was truly beautiful, the way his hair was always neatly parted down the middle, a few strands slightly falling into his perfectly sculpted face, paired with gorgeous earrings that adorned his earlobes and dangled down to his mid neck, each jewel was perfectly placed, his makeup always absolutely mesmerizing. he was absolutely ethereal — godlike. though, the only one who would bare witness to the celestial being was choi san peering into the golden light that belonged to wooyoung’s window. san always wondered why wooyoung wasnt allowed outside, he longed for his gentle touch.

well atleast he looked gentle.

the older was purely basing this off of the look wooyoung would give the older, fluttering those beautiful eyelashes of his as he peered right back down at his visitor. his puffy, long sleeved white blouse engulfing his hands as he leaned against the window, almost begging to be taken by the older. on this night, their nightly gaze into each other’s eyes would be interrupted by the incessant rambling of the younger’s father, causing wooyoung to flinch and close his curtains quickly.

“wooyoung!” his father bellowed, he was much taller and way more built than his son, he wore a fancy suit that smelled of booze and cigarettes. “open this damn door!”

the younger immediately ran over to his door that had been blocked by his steel chest that had been graciously given to him by his grandmother many years prior, way before his mother’s untimely demise. when things were better — atleast that’s what he would tell himself.

his thoughts were interrupted by the mahogany door bursting open, thankfully the younger had moved back quickly to avoid impact.

“what did i tell you about blocking your door in MY house?” his father harshly blurted out, towering over the young man, the smell of Crown Royale fresh on the drunken lord’s breath. every fiber of wooyoung’s being advised him to hold his tongue of any sarcastic remarks, just by the look of his disheveled father he was already 2 bottles deep.

brunette gaze averted the bloodshot glare that was placed upon him, looking down at his fingertips as the aspiring starlet played with the strings of his blouse.

his father seemed to notice too, and not only that—

“is that makeup?”

fear set in the younger, eyes staying glued on the string as his heart began to race. his tongue dart out from between his lips, tasting the strawberry gloss he applied so carefully earlier — just for his visitor.

before his mind could wander, his father would speak again, stepping forward now and invading the younger’s personal space. “no son of mine wears fucking makeup.” before raising his right hand and smacking the younger harshly on his left cheek, his skin was now the color of a bright red — way brighter than the blush he had applied.

as soon as contact was made, wooyoung practically yelped like a wounded dog, falling against his oak dresser in an attempt to keep himself balanced. tears ruined his perfect eye makeup as he refused to look up to his father, who was already raising his hand once again.

the only thing that saved wooyoung was the sound of a shrill yet comforting voice,

“master jung, i have your dinner ready!”

then, a woman of a much smaller frame appeared behind his father, washcloth in hand and a sympathetic look in her eye. the voice had belonged to her, the family maid of 25 years, way before wooyoung had been born.

with an annoyed grunt, his father moved away from the younger, pushing past their maid. “better not be burnt again.” he mumbled as his heavy footsteps retreated downstairs.

their maid, wooyoung liked to call her nina, stayed for a moment, her eyes sympathetic and full of fear — not for herself, but for wooyoung.

his tearful gaze caught hers just as she spoke.

“young master, i think you should stay out of your mother’s makeup for now…i am in fear for what he might do..”

her voice was hushed, eyes searching for any understanding from the younger.

wooyoung’s heart shattered at those words, his makeup made him feel so free, so beautiful, so… jung wooyoung. his eyes would fall as the swelling began to set in on his left cheekbone, it burned to cry.

“i guess so, goodnight nina..” he would whisper back in a defeated tone, closing the door to his room gently and slowly pushing the chest back into place — for his safety.

this is when he allowed the tears to pour down his now ruined face, gentle moonlight dancing on the honeykissed skin that belonged to the young heir.

his heart stopped for a moment, his saddened gaze would dart to his window, the one where his visitor would come — the curtain was left the slightest bit open.

had he seen?

embarrassment set in, the small male would stumble over to the window pane, grabbing the curtain to close fully. his eyes would peer down and his heart would race to see that his visitor hadnt left.

he allowed his gaze to wander on him for a moment, his expression was much different. those dimples werent present, instead replaced by a clenched jaw. his fists would match this too.

the look terrified the younger for a moment, his eyes darting away — how embarrassing. the only thing that kept him going in this life had been ruined by his father yet again.

choi san, are you embarrassed of me? how frail i can be? how weak.

its almost as if the heir to the choi fortune could hear his thoughts, a pebble would fly at the younger’s window, leaving a gentle tap in its wake.

wooyoung returned his gaze to san, this time dimples made a reappearance, just for him. the older’s smile was reassuring, knowing. though his orbs of oak still read angry, there was a tenderness in there just for wooyoung.

‘ill take you away from here.’ those eyes told him.

‘yeah right.’ wooyoung’s brain told himself, his hope for escape had run out years ago. just as he attempted to remove his gaze from the other, san would lift his right hand — pinky extended upwards towards the window.

just for a moment, hope had flourished in his gentle soul like a flame ignited; his tear stained gaze matched this, almost pleading to the older with only his eyes.

his heart whispered, ‘please take me.’

choi san, you’re my only hope.

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thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed! please let me know if you would like to see more of this story! ill try and update atleast one chapter a week! ♡

[trevination]

sang cherry’s justice for tulsa and hopeless war for parts of my application for a musical theatre summer program in nyc. the world is so good. 🫶

[cheaperbythedozendogs]

Unexpectedly found myself unobserved in an echoey room, and did what I'm wont to do

River Lullaby // Hallelujah

[elliart7]

“She is female and I am concerned”

Literally me for the entire show

"..Are you screaming?"

✨ This is the companion piece to my new YT video that'll be coming out soon, concerning female representation in fictional media 👀. Be on the look out for that! Unfortunately there was a copyright issue but it should be up and running soon

[bumblingest-bee]

thank you annaleigh ashford on the new sweeney todd cast recording for providing hope to all the sopranos out there who want to reject society (ingenue roles) and go apeshit (play mrs lovett). truly a great service to mankind

[music-in-my-veins14]

Green Finch and Linnet Bird, Nightingale, Black Bird. How is it you sing? How can you jubilate, sitting in cages, Never taking wing?

[luchiphil]

ARE YOU CROWING ?

ARE YOU SCREAMING ?

[borgeslabyrinth]

I never even got through the second season of Game of Thrones but I still feel so passionately about Sansa Stark that if I hear the right song I will get choked up