THIS CELLULOID DREAM
Title: This Celluloid Dream
Authors: geekintehpink
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Glen Murray/Marc Savard
Word Count: 736
Rating: PG13
Calling tears from deep inside, oh, you're so exquisite
And in the mirror, all midnight eyes
Oh, if I could remain, but it's just a visit
All midnight eyes read "vacancy"
Twisted, twisting
To the lovely dancing lights, I begged, "May I cut in?"
But they never stopped playing "their song"
Of a joyous song they sing, I've heard whispers
On a freezing note, I resonate
I wish there was a way for me to tell you, Marc, exactly what your love means to me. It's like, there have been times when I've wanted to throw in the towel. To tell life that it won, and that the world was right. That I was a washed up loser who had nothing to look forward to but the end. And I'm sure there will be more. But in those times, Marc, you take my hand, hold onto it, look into my eyes and give me one of those 'lover looks.' You don't know what it does to me. There are always these moments when I'll take a glance over at you in public and wish there was a way for me to tell the world that I love you. Wish that we had met earlier. Before Katie. Before Joe. Before all of the people who took my heart and turned it into the mess that it is today. But as soon as I catch myself thinking that? I'll stop. Because as much as it would simplify things with us? Things wouldn't be the way they are. And I love them like this.
I love laying in bed with you, watching you sleep. I love stolen moments in hotel bedrooms, when everyone on earth knows that we could have separate rooms. I love that tone in your voice before we're about to make love. I love that glazed look in your eyes once we have. I love that you take everything that was piling up and turning me into something I didn't want it to be, and make it not seem so bad. If I had to pick something that I love the most, though? I'd say it would have to be that you don't overshadow me. You don't take credit when I've done something, and you treat me like your equal, though, in my mind, I know that I'm not. I know, deep down, Marc, that you're better than me. How do I know? Because it's just the way it is. Even if it's just with me, you're a better person. You have an incomparable heart, it's just been stomped on before and you're afraid to let someone else in.
Thank you, by the way, for deeming me worthy. For choosing me as the one that you can trust. I didn't think it would happen again. I thought Joe was my last chance for happiness. I didn't think I would ever want to be with anyone else. Just because...if that was what love was? I didn't want it. The dependence and constant contest and all that. That was what love was when you shared a bed with Joe Thornton. But with you, it's totally different, isn't it? You don't ask me to be or do anything but what I want. And I think that is another thing I love most. That and your smile. And your eyes. And the way you look when you laugh. And your hair before you do all that fancy gel and spikes to it. And the little sweat bead that always finds it's way right into that same place on your cheek after we make love. And making love to you in general. The way you feel. The way you taste and smell. It's...so easy to love.
I love the way you are around my kids. And the way you can just...turn it off around my wife. And the way your kids know. But won't tell mine because you told them not to. And the way our kids get along and play. And the way WE get along and act like kids. Like before we make love, when we're either wrestling or cuddling or just laying there talking and...God. I'm rambling. The point of this? Was to thank you. For deeming me worthy of your love. For choosing me as the one you took a chance with. For...being my other half. For making me whole again. For loving me. Like I said before, I wish there was a way for me to tell you, Marc, exactly what your love means to me. But there's not. So, I hope that this is a start. I hope that this helps you understand exactly how much you make my life worth living. I love you, Marc Savard. And I don't ever want to be without you.
Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end
Just like a memory, it twists me
Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end
Twist... twisting me
You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic
Onto the melting boy, and melt away
You light as gently, you're so cinematic
Bathed in your radiance, I melt
lyrics by AFI
Authors: geekintehpink
Fandom: NHL > Boston Bruins
Characters: Glen Murray/Marc Savard
Word Count: 736
Rating: PG13
Calling tears from deep inside, oh, you're so exquisite
And in the mirror, all midnight eyes
Oh, if I could remain, but it's just a visit
All midnight eyes read "vacancy"
Twisted, twisting
To the lovely dancing lights, I begged, "May I cut in?"
But they never stopped playing "their song"
Of a joyous song they sing, I've heard whispers
On a freezing note, I resonate
I wish there was a way for me to tell you, Marc, exactly what your love means to me. It's like, there have been times when I've wanted to throw in the towel. To tell life that it won, and that the world was right. That I was a washed up loser who had nothing to look forward to but the end. And I'm sure there will be more. But in those times, Marc, you take my hand, hold onto it, look into my eyes and give me one of those 'lover looks.' You don't know what it does to me. There are always these moments when I'll take a glance over at you in public and wish there was a way for me to tell the world that I love you. Wish that we had met earlier. Before Katie. Before Joe. Before all of the people who took my heart and turned it into the mess that it is today. But as soon as I catch myself thinking that? I'll stop. Because as much as it would simplify things with us? Things wouldn't be the way they are. And I love them like this.
I love laying in bed with you, watching you sleep. I love stolen moments in hotel bedrooms, when everyone on earth knows that we could have separate rooms. I love that tone in your voice before we're about to make love. I love that glazed look in your eyes once we have. I love that you take everything that was piling up and turning me into something I didn't want it to be, and make it not seem so bad. If I had to pick something that I love the most, though? I'd say it would have to be that you don't overshadow me. You don't take credit when I've done something, and you treat me like your equal, though, in my mind, I know that I'm not. I know, deep down, Marc, that you're better than me. How do I know? Because it's just the way it is. Even if it's just with me, you're a better person. You have an incomparable heart, it's just been stomped on before and you're afraid to let someone else in.
Thank you, by the way, for deeming me worthy. For choosing me as the one that you can trust. I didn't think it would happen again. I thought Joe was my last chance for happiness. I didn't think I would ever want to be with anyone else. Just because...if that was what love was? I didn't want it. The dependence and constant contest and all that. That was what love was when you shared a bed with Joe Thornton. But with you, it's totally different, isn't it? You don't ask me to be or do anything but what I want. And I think that is another thing I love most. That and your smile. And your eyes. And the way you look when you laugh. And your hair before you do all that fancy gel and spikes to it. And the little sweat bead that always finds it's way right into that same place on your cheek after we make love. And making love to you in general. The way you feel. The way you taste and smell. It's...so easy to love.
I love the way you are around my kids. And the way you can just...turn it off around my wife. And the way your kids know. But won't tell mine because you told them not to. And the way our kids get along and play. And the way WE get along and act like kids. Like before we make love, when we're either wrestling or cuddling or just laying there talking and...God. I'm rambling. The point of this? Was to thank you. For deeming me worthy of your love. For choosing me as the one you took a chance with. For...being my other half. For making me whole again. For loving me. Like I said before, I wish there was a way for me to tell you, Marc, exactly what your love means to me. But there's not. So, I hope that this is a start. I hope that this helps you understand exactly how much you make my life worth living. I love you, Marc Savard. And I don't ever want to be without you.
Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end
Just like a memory, it twists me
Just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end
Twist... twisting me
You land as lightly as the new snow, cinematic
Onto the melting boy, and melt away
You light as gently, you're so cinematic
Bathed in your radiance, I melt
lyrics by AFI