double update since i'm going to be on an 18hr flight tonight, so there will be no new update!
My fingers trace the outline of my zipper, and I look like a mess. You're seated beside me, and we don't say a word. A Spotify playlist is on shuffle silently, and I'm tired but not sleepy.
The next song comes on, and my eyes give a soft indicator.
"Liv Andersen," You whisper hoarsely. "Can I have this dance?"
I look at you and I laugh but don't object. "It would be my pleasure."
Let me unveil a story that I will never tell
Let me send me send myself into flames again and again
Let him get some sleep
We rise silently, off the couch and slowly find ourselves.
Some peace from prophecies that fill his mind
Like lies fill mine
Free his mind
Like he frees mine
My palms rest on your shoulders, and we're swaying slightly, so slightly.
It's hopeless, that I know
In fact, that's the operative word,
He brings me to the constellations,
Constantly better than expectations
I look into your eyes, and they look like the color of firelight. You look into mine, and I can only guess what you see in them.
If I'm built for hate, he's built for love,
And if he is so much, I'm not enough,
The words that have always been there finally decide to spill out, before my heart drums a beat louder than the words. "The reason I like this song is because it reminds me of us." You smirk, and suddenly my head is in the crook of your neck.
Sing me a swan's song,
Wrap me up in gold,
We might just be the heirs of war,
But while your heart is warm, mine is oh so cold
As cold as snow
And as the temperatures run higher,
We'll find what we desire
My heart built like catacombs,
How to get out no one knows,
As we stay alive,
Do you see everyday I'm dying over you?
We're connected somehow, something more than physical connections. It makes my heart soar, but not in the way that it soars every single day.
I'm drawn to fire and the things that burn me most,
I'm drawn to you like a shadow to a ghost,
And life goes on,
We carry on
Life goes on
We carry on.
[cr. carcino giovanna, swan songs in the snow]
I can barely hear you over the beating of my heart, but something pulls me back to you, something promising that life does go on, that I can carry on with whatever is stirring within me.
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i'm a sobbing mess this chapter was too cute
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one hundred ways
Romance"Pull over. Let me drive for a while." In which 0.1-2k word fragments show a frazzled golden girl cliche meeting the boy-next-door stereotype. Falling in love ensues.
