When He Dreams
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generaljanuaryYay, I finally kicked my owned rear end and wrote something! Something I'm not ashamed of!
Here goes:
Title: His empty eyes are the cemetery of deceased hopes. There once was a time when he knew the meanings of soothing words. His ears are deaf to the sounds of others. Receding footsteps echoes in his head. Their heart wrenching thumpings never die down, they keep getting quiter and quiter. They will never stop, they are never far enough. Your mistakes cause cracks to appear on the sidewalk of his sanity. So many of them cracks, that he can't avoid stepping on some of them, fall into the wounds they are forcing open. He slips on never-healing scars, falls in puddle of salted water.
He's dead to the world. He's dead to every worlds. Except when sleep molests him into submission, when exhaustion throttles him into oblivion. Then he dreams. He dreams of a world where he remembers the way of life.
When he dreams, he dreams of you.
He dreams of your touch.
The delicate touch when your palms flat against his stomach. Your long, slender fingers running up and down his arms. Your sharp nails scratching lighly his back. Your cold knuckles caressing his cheeks. Your gentle but strong grip on his mop of dark hair. How useless your hands look when they aren’t on him. How badly he shivers when you aren’t touching him, yet he feels himself burned at your contact. How your skin against his skin is enough to drive him crazy. How he wishes he could melt into you.
He dreams of your sinful mouth.
The velvety caresses that your lips are capable of. The enticingly rouge colour of them. How he wishes there was a lipstick that paid tribute to them, so that then he could paint his body with it and make himself yours. The marks your teeth could leave. Would leave. The hot moisture- or was it moist hotness. Your perfectly delicious tongue. Its teasing playfulness, its sensuous moves, its most peculiar way of licking, lapping and laving. The addictive taste of your poisonous saliva.
He dreams of your eyes.
How the ice in them melts when they shift upon him. How they are ablaze with a burning fire whenever you feel passion. How their blue color is deeper than the deepest sea and stormier than the stormiest night. How your brows arch oh so graciously when your interest his piqued. How you often blinks in a semblance of confusion yet look innocent. The flutter of your eyelashes against his cheek, just like the teasing bat of fragile butterfly wings . How every time you stare at him ; he feeld like you're looking straight at his soul. Yet those two orbs are windows to yours.
And when sleep finishes to have its filthy ways with him, it throws him back into what we call reality but what he might call a nightmarish illusion if he can find use for his voice. If he can find use for his mind.
I came to him. Acknowledged the presence of his body. And he sat there, telling me about how a wink is only half a blink, and how he spits venom in his spite. How Bowie’s lyrics break uncomfortable silences wonderfully and how he finds randomness amusing. His eyes that refuses to see never quite settling on me.
And I screamed. I screamed for everything that went wrong. For everything that you broke and expected me to piece back back together. I can't remember when I ran out of glue. I can't remember when things began to get even worse.
So many of them cracks, that in the end it all fell to pieces, it all collapsed. He lost footing and lost himself. And I lost him in the meantime. He fell and fell and fell and never landed. He keeps falling.
He's dead to the world. He's dead to every worlds. Except when he sleeps. Then he dreams. And when he dreams, he dreams of you.
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USELESS NOTES(aka, you don't need to read this, it's just me rambling about my story hee)
The dream sequence was written quite a long time ago, which explains its fluidity. It's the 'Sanity' part of the Sane/Insane constrast I tried to depict. Three Anonymous protagonists ('He', 'You' and 'I') were needed. (But then again in one of my many readings I reflected that 'He' 'You' and 'I' could all be different sides of the same person but then there was no sanity at all.^^;). Basically it's about Guy 1, the narrator, who can do nothing but stay and watch as his best friend/long unrequited love interest Guy 2, the focus of interest, loses his sanity to Guy 3, the heart breaker who did just as his title implies and provided a few moments of much awaited happiness just to later go and do stupid sadist things to Guy 2. I imply that Guy 3 might have just walked away but really, for all I know Guy 1 could've gone and murdered him, after or before that visit to Guy 2. See, I have no grip over my own characters.
In my mind Guy 1 is slender but broad shouldered, shortish-longish brown hair, an ordinary kind of guy.
Guy 2 is that emaciated thin and small guy whose pale chestnut hair have overgrown, slight stubbles, thin pale limbs. Bruised skin.
Guy 3 has these really long pale hair, icy blue eyes, a body to die for.
Mmh... Once i read it and it appeared to me as a very accurate depicturation of my vision of Placebo.
With Steve starring as Guy 1, Stefan as Guy 2 and Brian as Guy 3, the sneaky little bastard. In this case, Steve would be more a friend because I just can't slash Steve. He's hetero people, hetero! *cries* lol tut tut...don't judge him, he didn't chose it, he was born this way. ^^;;
In every Placebo fanfiction I think of/make an outline for/start to write, Stefan (my sweet sensitive darling ^^;;;) is in a twisted relationship with Brian. I adore Brian, seriously, but going out with him (especially how I depict him to be in the fanfiction I'm writing right now...)just can't be good for your mental health.
Credits: Written by Franny Moon (moi) and the dream part was edited by my dear dear dear Stacy Janice Elton also known here on lj as naisscence.
Rating:Erh...PG-13, to be safe.
Note:This was intended as Original but re-reading it I find that it could be seen as Placebo slash... Or really any dysfunctional love triangle. ^^;; More notes after the story.
Here goes:
Title: His empty eyes are the cemetery of deceased hopes. There once was a time when he knew the meanings of soothing words. His ears are deaf to the sounds of others. Receding footsteps echoes in his head. Their heart wrenching thumpings never die down, they keep getting quiter and quiter. They will never stop, they are never far enough. Your mistakes cause cracks to appear on the sidewalk of his sanity. So many of them cracks, that he can't avoid stepping on some of them, fall into the wounds they are forcing open. He slips on never-healing scars, falls in puddle of salted water.
He's dead to the world. He's dead to every worlds. Except when sleep molests him into submission, when exhaustion throttles him into oblivion. Then he dreams. He dreams of a world where he remembers the way of life.
When he dreams, he dreams of you.
He dreams of your touch.
The delicate touch when your palms flat against his stomach. Your long, slender fingers running up and down his arms. Your sharp nails scratching lighly his back. Your cold knuckles caressing his cheeks. Your gentle but strong grip on his mop of dark hair. How useless your hands look when they aren’t on him. How badly he shivers when you aren’t touching him, yet he feels himself burned at your contact. How your skin against his skin is enough to drive him crazy. How he wishes he could melt into you.
He dreams of your sinful mouth.
The velvety caresses that your lips are capable of. The enticingly rouge colour of them. How he wishes there was a lipstick that paid tribute to them, so that then he could paint his body with it and make himself yours. The marks your teeth could leave. Would leave. The hot moisture- or was it moist hotness. Your perfectly delicious tongue. Its teasing playfulness, its sensuous moves, its most peculiar way of licking, lapping and laving. The addictive taste of your poisonous saliva.
He dreams of your eyes.
How the ice in them melts when they shift upon him. How they are ablaze with a burning fire whenever you feel passion. How their blue color is deeper than the deepest sea and stormier than the stormiest night. How your brows arch oh so graciously when your interest his piqued. How you often blinks in a semblance of confusion yet look innocent. The flutter of your eyelashes against his cheek, just like the teasing bat of fragile butterfly wings . How every time you stare at him ; he feeld like you're looking straight at his soul. Yet those two orbs are windows to yours.
And when sleep finishes to have its filthy ways with him, it throws him back into what we call reality but what he might call a nightmarish illusion if he can find use for his voice. If he can find use for his mind.
I came to him. Acknowledged the presence of his body. And he sat there, telling me about how a wink is only half a blink, and how he spits venom in his spite. How Bowie’s lyrics break uncomfortable silences wonderfully and how he finds randomness amusing. His eyes that refuses to see never quite settling on me.
And I screamed. I screamed for everything that went wrong. For everything that you broke and expected me to piece back back together. I can't remember when I ran out of glue. I can't remember when things began to get even worse.
So many of them cracks, that in the end it all fell to pieces, it all collapsed. He lost footing and lost himself. And I lost him in the meantime. He fell and fell and fell and never landed. He keeps falling.
He's dead to the world. He's dead to every worlds. Except when he sleeps. Then he dreams. And when he dreams, he dreams of you.
____________________________________
USELESS NOTES(aka, you don't need to read this, it's just me rambling about my story hee)
The dream sequence was written quite a long time ago, which explains its fluidity. It's the 'Sanity' part of the Sane/Insane constrast I tried to depict. Three Anonymous protagonists ('He', 'You' and 'I') were needed. (But then again in one of my many readings I reflected that 'He' 'You' and 'I' could all be different sides of the same person but then there was no sanity at all.^^;). Basically it's about Guy 1, the narrator, who can do nothing but stay and watch as his best friend/long unrequited love interest Guy 2, the focus of interest, loses his sanity to Guy 3, the heart breaker who did just as his title implies and provided a few moments of much awaited happiness just to later go and do stupid sadist things to Guy 2. I imply that Guy 3 might have just walked away but really, for all I know Guy 1 could've gone and murdered him, after or before that visit to Guy 2. See, I have no grip over my own characters.
In my mind Guy 1 is slender but broad shouldered, shortish-longish brown hair, an ordinary kind of guy.
Guy 2 is that emaciated thin and small guy whose pale chestnut hair have overgrown, slight stubbles, thin pale limbs. Bruised skin.
Guy 3 has these really long pale hair, icy blue eyes, a body to die for.
Mmh... Once i read it and it appeared to me as a very accurate depicturation of my vision of Placebo.
With Steve starring as Guy 1, Stefan as Guy 2 and Brian as Guy 3, the sneaky little bastard. In this case, Steve would be more a friend because I just can't slash Steve. He's hetero people, hetero! *cries* lol tut tut...don't judge him, he didn't chose it, he was born this way. ^^;;
In every Placebo fanfiction I think of/make an outline for/start to write, Stefan (my sweet sensitive darling ^^;;;) is in a twisted relationship with Brian. I adore Brian, seriously, but going out with him (especially how I depict him to be in the fanfiction I'm writing right now...)just can't be good for your mental health.
Credits: Written by Franny Moon (moi) and the dream part was edited by my dear dear dear Stacy Janice Elton also known here on lj as naisscence.
Rating:Erh...PG-13, to be safe.
Note:This was intended as Original but re-reading it I find that it could be seen as Placebo slash... Or really any dysfunctional love triangle. ^^;; More notes after the story.
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Date: 2005-07-24 05:56 am (UTC)