brilliance.
title. brilliance.
rating. PG
pairing. billie/mike
disclaimer. don't own.
Micheal often dreamed in a world of brilliant colors, of life. Everything seemed so much more real and living than the black and white land of reality, where a slip of a hand in another was the only spark he felt. It was lonely there. But here, here was like a painting. He wasn't sure what to call it, but a word that always came to mind was brilliance.
It seemed fitting enough.
And in his dreams of beautiful, rich color and sensation, was a boy. A man, a man he knew but wasn't sure where from. Oh, he was beautiful, from that shaggy mop of glorious black hair, soft, curling and tossing in the gentle breeze, to the golden emerald shock of his eyes. His fair skin was inked with art, intricate designs that made him that much more appealing. And this man, this man was named Billie Joe.
Micheal would often dream of a world made of brilliant colors and of this man. Sometimes they wouldn't even touch, just make eye contact, but other times, Billie's hand would be cupped inside of Mike's and his face buried in the crook of his neck as they sat in the grass, clad in the most expensive looking clothes you could imagine. Like kings.
Kings of this land of brilliance.
rating. PG
pairing. billie/mike
disclaimer. don't own.
Micheal often dreamed in a world of brilliant colors, of life. Everything seemed so much more real and living than the black and white land of reality, where a slip of a hand in another was the only spark he felt. It was lonely there. But here, here was like a painting. He wasn't sure what to call it, but a word that always came to mind was brilliance.
It seemed fitting enough.
And in his dreams of beautiful, rich color and sensation, was a boy. A man, a man he knew but wasn't sure where from. Oh, he was beautiful, from that shaggy mop of glorious black hair, soft, curling and tossing in the gentle breeze, to the golden emerald shock of his eyes. His fair skin was inked with art, intricate designs that made him that much more appealing. And this man, this man was named Billie Joe.
Micheal would often dream of a world made of brilliant colors and of this man. Sometimes they wouldn't even touch, just make eye contact, but other times, Billie's hand would be cupped inside of Mike's and his face buried in the crook of his neck as they sat in the grass, clad in the most expensive looking clothes you could imagine. Like kings.
Kings of this land of brilliance.