Post by Drake on Jan 25, 2007 20:42:44 GMT -5
Title: None
Summary: It's and abstract piece. It's ADMM... and it isn't. And it's angst.... and it isn't. And it's AU.... and it isn't. All at the same time.
Rating: 13+
Lips crash together, and yes, he can feel his soul escaping, but the experience isn't at all how they talked about it in school.
And honestly, he knows it isn't right, but he can't bear to see her disappointment if she loses, and it's just a chess game anyways. She's seen his mistake and smiles triumphantly...
“You've lost.” Those words seem to reverberate endlessly, although no one seems to have said them. It's so, so cold on top of this tower, and as the frigid air whooshes around him, he can think only of her face. Dying is, perhaps, more frightening than he has given it credit for, he realizes, and wishes she were there to hold his hand.
She's always been there, always. If he only turns around, he can see her standing there, faithfully, loving him in a way that he can never love her, but she can't help how she feels.
She's never felt so strongly about anything. The anger burns in her face, shocking him. She's leading the poor man around on the floor like he's some kind of show dog. He knows this is her twisted revenge; if you won't love me, I'll dance with him, and he does annoy you, now doesn't he? You pretend he doesn't, but he does. So she dances.
And it is thrilling, He is, of course, beaming, when isn't he, but her face seems otherworldly, radiant. A few of the others seem confused bur it's so simple to her right now. He may not love her, true, but he comes so close...
And then only kisses her cheek. Her embraces her in a way that is more brotherly than anything else, whispering “You're a good girl, my dear,” and then, with that disingenuous benefaction, is gone. The man who has been her world since she was seventeen is gone, and has taken with him all the light and warmth and goodness in the world.
It's cold and dark, outside at least. Inside, it is bright and cheery. They trade hats and get drunk and do who-remembers-what-else, and when the other one kisses her cheek, she giggles, and he is too foolish or to stubborn to realize that he's jealous.
Of course the entire thing was driven by jealously. That.... toad is jealous of him. Why else would she be eying him and smirking at him, why else would she have had that greedy look in her eyes since the moment she first came here? She needs to avert her eyes, she has no right to even look in his direction. Oh, the lies she dares utter about him, the slime, with that filthy forked tongue of hers! She and her inane Technicolor kittens and her revolting cardigan and her “Hem hems” can just go to
Lips crash together, and yes, he can feel his soul escaping, and, yes, his mind numbs a little as well, (to block out the eventual pain, he supposes) but the part of him that can still think marvels that Hell could be so soft.
Summary: It's and abstract piece. It's ADMM... and it isn't. And it's angst.... and it isn't. And it's AU.... and it isn't. All at the same time.
Rating: 13+
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Lips crash together, and yes, he can feel his soul escaping, but the experience isn't at all how they talked about it in school.
And honestly, he knows it isn't right, but he can't bear to see her disappointment if she loses, and it's just a chess game anyways. She's seen his mistake and smiles triumphantly...
“You've lost.” Those words seem to reverberate endlessly, although no one seems to have said them. It's so, so cold on top of this tower, and as the frigid air whooshes around him, he can think only of her face. Dying is, perhaps, more frightening than he has given it credit for, he realizes, and wishes she were there to hold his hand.
She's always been there, always. If he only turns around, he can see her standing there, faithfully, loving him in a way that he can never love her, but she can't help how she feels.
She's never felt so strongly about anything. The anger burns in her face, shocking him. She's leading the poor man around on the floor like he's some kind of show dog. He knows this is her twisted revenge; if you won't love me, I'll dance with him, and he does annoy you, now doesn't he? You pretend he doesn't, but he does. So she dances.
And it is thrilling, He is, of course, beaming, when isn't he, but her face seems otherworldly, radiant. A few of the others seem confused bur it's so simple to her right now. He may not love her, true, but he comes so close...
And then only kisses her cheek. Her embraces her in a way that is more brotherly than anything else, whispering “You're a good girl, my dear,” and then, with that disingenuous benefaction, is gone. The man who has been her world since she was seventeen is gone, and has taken with him all the light and warmth and goodness in the world.
It's cold and dark, outside at least. Inside, it is bright and cheery. They trade hats and get drunk and do who-remembers-what-else, and when the other one kisses her cheek, she giggles, and he is too foolish or to stubborn to realize that he's jealous.
Of course the entire thing was driven by jealously. That.... toad is jealous of him. Why else would she be eying him and smirking at him, why else would she have had that greedy look in her eyes since the moment she first came here? She needs to avert her eyes, she has no right to even look in his direction. Oh, the lies she dares utter about him, the slime, with that filthy forked tongue of hers! She and her inane Technicolor kittens and her revolting cardigan and her “Hem hems” can just go to
Lips crash together, and yes, he can feel his soul escaping, and, yes, his mind numbs a little as well, (to block out the eventual pain, he supposes) but the part of him that can still think marvels that Hell could be so soft.
He doesn't love her? Or he can't be with her? But he doesn't tell her 