COC #23: Musicians
~ This one is short merely because I'm stressed and I've been feeling super depressed lately and I just don't have the time of day. Nonetheless, I'm happy with what little I've produced. Enjoy! ~
Sometimes I think that maybe Baz is a musician. (I know he is a musician with his bloody violin, but well. 'S not what I mean.) The way his voice sounds. His laughs. Hs wretched singing. Even his bloody crying- it's all like music to my ears. Also, the way he touches me. The way his fingers dance across my skin likes he's playing very delicate notes. He treats me like... well like I'm a right song. Like I'm the chorus and the melody and the verses and the harmony. But the thing is that I couldn't be any of those things - I couldn't be me - without him. The way he talks to me, touches me, looks at me. It makes me whole, makes me able to function and be the person he loves. (He said it last month. I didn't even hesitate to say it back. Crowley, we got in quite a shag after that.)
Baz is the musician, and I'm the song. And for him, I'll happily sing along.
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Chamber by Chamber // Snowbaz
FanfictionSO bitches I'm a lonely blob just trying to pass the time writing stuff she loves in hopes it may bring some other peeps feelings, too. Any comments or feedback is totally appreciated. Anyway, I also post all of these on Tumblr and some on ao3 if yo...
