Freya of Broken Hearts ★/ drabble.
Title: Freya of Broken Hearts
Pairing: NG/NG
Rating: PG
Word Count: 366
Summay: There were these flowers that reached all the way to the sky - when the wind blew, they would graze the stars.
Author's Note: I got this idea the other night. I really like it. I think I might try and work with it and maybe do it for NaNo? Eh. I'll have an icon batch tomorrow, I made about 30 SNSD icons, but I want to have more diversity.
Freya of Broken Hearts.
I had a dream. It was so real and vivid - the kind that when you think about it you don't think of it as a dream, but rather a memory once forgotten. There were these flowers that reached all the way to the sky - when the wind blew, they would graze the stars. The sun didn't exist. It was always cold and dark and it felt like rain, even when it wasn't. And you were there, with a half smile and your obviously broken heart. It was almost funny watching you stand there, so obviously afraid of the night.
You told me you loved me. Not in the dream, but when I looked at you it was all I could think about. You wore that smile that day, too. You told me that day you were afraid of full smiles - they said too much, showed too much. Then you whispered the words that brought me closer to you and then eventually ran me away.
So you stood there with your smile and watched the flowers. They were my favorite - sunflowers. My mind laughed at the irony as I looked at the moon filled sky. And you reached out towards me. You knew you were too far, yet you reached and reached until we could have touched if I only reached out to you.
Instead I watched the sunflowers dance with the stars.
Then I woke up to a Bright Eyes song. It was so loud that it shook my bed. It was a funny day when we picked a song so littered with death and hopelessness to be our song. We were stupid kids, filled with ideals that were not meant for us. We were too much of everything that ideals don't want - headstrong, loving, broken.
You and I were one in the same - and we knew nothing we did would ever change that. You were Ezra, destroyer of worlds and I, Freya of broken hearts. Is it any wonder we never worked? Is it any wonder we ruined everything?
We were meant for so much more than love - than each other.
But that's not something we ever wanted.
Pairing: NG/NG
Rating: PG
Word Count: 366
Summay: There were these flowers that reached all the way to the sky - when the wind blew, they would graze the stars.
Author's Note: I got this idea the other night. I really like it. I think I might try and work with it and maybe do it for NaNo? Eh. I'll have an icon batch tomorrow, I made about 30 SNSD icons, but I want to have more diversity.
Freya of Broken Hearts.
I had a dream. It was so real and vivid - the kind that when you think about it you don't think of it as a dream, but rather a memory once forgotten. There were these flowers that reached all the way to the sky - when the wind blew, they would graze the stars. The sun didn't exist. It was always cold and dark and it felt like rain, even when it wasn't. And you were there, with a half smile and your obviously broken heart. It was almost funny watching you stand there, so obviously afraid of the night.
You told me you loved me. Not in the dream, but when I looked at you it was all I could think about. You wore that smile that day, too. You told me that day you were afraid of full smiles - they said too much, showed too much. Then you whispered the words that brought me closer to you and then eventually ran me away.
So you stood there with your smile and watched the flowers. They were my favorite - sunflowers. My mind laughed at the irony as I looked at the moon filled sky. And you reached out towards me. You knew you were too far, yet you reached and reached until we could have touched if I only reached out to you.
Instead I watched the sunflowers dance with the stars.
Then I woke up to a Bright Eyes song. It was so loud that it shook my bed. It was a funny day when we picked a song so littered with death and hopelessness to be our song. We were stupid kids, filled with ideals that were not meant for us. We were too much of everything that ideals don't want - headstrong, loving, broken.
You and I were one in the same - and we knew nothing we did would ever change that. You were Ezra, destroyer of worlds and I, Freya of broken hearts. Is it any wonder we never worked? Is it any wonder we ruined everything?
We were meant for so much more than love - than each other.
But that's not something we ever wanted.