True Blue
Title: True Blue
Pairing: Peterick
A/N:Written from a random prompt...
Light fingers dance heavily against the strings, creating sublte melodies. The tops of the hands are smooth, milky white and feathery soft. The palms are almost the opposite, worn from wear and tear, creased, calloused, covered in the germs of the days activties. They move swiftly, almost causing a blur.
The melody flowing like the clear crystal waters on sun bleached beaches. A wrong note, like a wave crashing heavily against the pier in a storm, but quickly fading back to bright fluid sounds.
"You ever think about vacationing in the Virgin Islands?"
The music stops suddenly and you're back in the cramped louge of the studio. He looks up just realizing your presence and replies, "What about an island?"
You wave your hand and look back to the blank piece of paper that's supposed to be filled with lyrics. The song comes back, a soft sound almost melancholy in it's tempo. You look at your hands, covered in ink from the pen you've been holding.
Closing your eyes you compare your hands to his, how they would look clasped together. You smile lightly before opening your eyes and writing along to the clear blue ocean.
Pairing: Peterick
A/N:Written from a random prompt...
Light fingers dance heavily against the strings, creating sublte melodies. The tops of the hands are smooth, milky white and feathery soft. The palms are almost the opposite, worn from wear and tear, creased, calloused, covered in the germs of the days activties. They move swiftly, almost causing a blur.
The melody flowing like the clear crystal waters on sun bleached beaches. A wrong note, like a wave crashing heavily against the pier in a storm, but quickly fading back to bright fluid sounds.
"You ever think about vacationing in the Virgin Islands?"
The music stops suddenly and you're back in the cramped louge of the studio. He looks up just realizing your presence and replies, "What about an island?"
You wave your hand and look back to the blank piece of paper that's supposed to be filled with lyrics. The song comes back, a soft sound almost melancholy in it's tempo. You look at your hands, covered in ink from the pen you've been holding.
Closing your eyes you compare your hands to his, how they would look clasped together. You smile lightly before opening your eyes and writing along to the clear blue ocean.