Jul 16, 2004 11:04
---prologue---
a perfect circle - 3 libras
threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me.
but i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
but i see through it all
and see you.
so i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
oh well. apparently nothing.
you don't see me.
you don't see me at all.
"how long have you wanted this?"
"since the first time i saw you beautiful eyes, smelt your beautiful hair, gazed at those irresistable lips"
he bent in to kiss her, their lips locking.
he looked up and saw that she was just stairing at him. not a loving, in awe stair. but an "um.. ok" sort of stair.
"whats the matter?" he asked, voice full of concern.
"im sorry but..." *she paused, he lips slightly apart, light shining of them. her eyes glistened, those beautiful amber eyes, unlike anything hed seen before
"i dont feel the same..." she stopped again, and saw the look of horror, disbeleif, on his face "... i dont even know your name, i dont know you, youre a stranger to me, and youre saying you love me."
"thats because i DO love you!" he said, voice full of strain. "i need you more then anything! i need you to be complete!"
"im sorry..." she said as she walked out. he was lying there, motionless. nothing he could do, or say, you make her his.
he had 'wasted' 3 years of his life on this. THREE YEARS. he screamed. he yelled. he wanted out. this wasnt making sense. WHY!?!?!?!?!?!
she was walking away, out of his life, she was going away to canada this afternoon. hed never get to see her again.
all of a sudden, she came back into the room, with a piece of paper. she gave it to him.
"maybe when i get back..." she said as she turned and walked away.
---chapter one---eyes of a tragedy---
he was walking, walking on his way to his appartment, his long dark hair flying backwards in the wind. he let out a sigh as he dropped his packet of ciggarettes.
"ah i know i should leave you guys there..." he muttered to the box "... but i need my nicotine... and those damn patches cost too much"
thomas, thomas "rose" renholder. he was 26, 5'11, art and physics student at los angelas university. he had a skinny frame, but somewhat large muscles. his face was smooth and a tad more pale then average. his cheeks use to be rosy, hence his nick name, but they are now a lot less robust and pale. his face was skinny, you could sort of see his cheek bones if you looked carefully enough. he had thick glasses, like the ones those emo chicks wear, except he actually needed them. he enjoyed music, music and art. not much else. his favourite artists wetre dali and andrew lloyd webber, while his favourite band was tool. he played the piano and violin. his dream was to be first chair for the royal symphany orchestra.
he grabbed his ciggarettes, 'malboro' brand. he put them into his shoulder bag, along with his books and CDs. he pulled out his discman, quickly opened it. saw that he had his lateralus CD in. he fumbled around his bag and pulled out a CD case: a perfect circle: mer de noms. he opened the case and saw that the other a perfect circle CD was in, so he decided to listen to that. after some quick hand switching and more fumbling he evetually went on his way, listening to "weak and powerless".
he was getting caught up in the words, singing alowed as passer bys looked at him strangely.
"so weak and poweless"
he closed his eyes
"DESPERATE! and - WOOMP he hit someone. he fell to the ground. he was dazed, looking into the sky. he got up and saw he had a young girl, and that he had managed to make her drop all her books.
"im SO sorry" he said as he got himself up and helped her get her books together. she had long white hair, beautifuly straight, not a single flaw. it flowed down to the ground and outwards so majestically that rose was taken away. it also had a beautiful aromic scent, alike to his candles, the ones he loved to sit and the bath and smell while listening to relaxing music.
she looked up and in an instent rose hooked. her face was flawless, beautifully smooth, her lips pursed and glowing, a beautiful peach colour. and her eyes... the most beautiful eyes rose had ever layed his upon. they were a beautiful amber. but they changed blur as they got further away from the pupil. he just staired at her until she broke the silence:
"sorry, im so clumsy, i shouldntve noticed you, thanks for grabbing my books by the way" she said all this hurridly. her voice was so beautiful, that of an angel. although rose didnt beleive in angels... all of a sudden he did now.
"no its all my fault" rose said, trying to sound calm and casual. "i just get caught up in my music"
"its ok, dont worry about it, no hard feelings" she said rising up so gracefully. when she spoke that time, rose noticed a toungue ring, or bar. whatever: he didnt know what they were called.
he handed her her books "my names thomas by the way, but everyone calls me rose"
"mines magdalena, but all my friends call me maggie" she replied "well, ive got to be off, study and such for a test tomorow. ill see you around perhaps, rose"
she gave and a wave and stalked past him. he watched her for a little, watching her walk, her sexy walk. her ass swayed as she walked, so did her free hand. her hair moved in the wind her fast pace made.
rose then turned around and walked on. in all that he was now up to track 7: the outsider.