Emotions, involuntary taken
Title: Emotions, involuntary taken
Author: leksi231
Pairing,Character(s): Dianna Agron/Lea Michele, brief mentions of Chris Colfer, Cory Monteith and Naya Rivera
Rating: G
Length: 1,335
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Written for achele-loving monthly challenge; Someone will, however, take it as just, simply photographs.
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Photographs; they’re kind of Dianna’s thing.
It’s different than her other obsessions, though. It’s not like being impressed by the beauty of deserted graveyards. It’s not like feeling the beat of the song that’s being played. It’s not like scribbling down the thoughts that possessed and never wanted to leave.
Simple, fascinating and yet so complicated but still imaginative. Through lens, Dianna saw the world different; kinder, friendlier place could be seen when she was on that side of the camera. A new kind of glory was created as she takes the object in her timid hands, scared of what she might see; scared of what she must face.
It wasn’t always like that, however. Once upon a time, in years of her life that she would like to forget, she was hiding behind her books. That period is now being completely ignored as she revels in this one, the one that she is actually starting to like.
Dianna can remember when exactly the love for photography started. Back in the days they were only starting the whole Glee process and she was set to meet the rest of the cast.
She was the first time to arrive, of course, as always. She made sure she showed up early to everything when she was just a little, foolish kid. It’s not a habit, though, because a habit should be something she, in any way, enjoys. Five years old, facing the window and expectantly waiting on her father to pick her up and take her to a birthday celebration of her friend, she reflects on that moment every time she arrives before supposed time. Her mothers words wander through her mind often as she sees herself leaving the grand household with sparkle in her eyes, “Your dad’s just a little late”. Oh, how deceivable kids can be sometimes.
Being the only other one to appear on time, Lea Michele took her by surprise. Sure, Dianna heard she was gorgeous, stunning even, but from what she saw? That was a complete understatement.
There was something misterious yet pleasant about her. Her gracious moves were enough to daze Dianna for the first time since she remembers; that was not a simple thing to do. Still, Lea achieved it just by being her usual, charming self.
The way the hazel eyes met the brown ones was probably written down in history of… whatever category it falls into. The gaze was kept, what became staring after some time never bothered any of the two women. It’s still there, today, just maybe more lustful, more longing from Dianna’s side.
Their hands met and, for a single moment, blonde’s glare fell onto the place where the gentle contact was made. It seemed mutual, for what Dianna could recognize. It felt…
Dianna doesn’t know how it felt. Comfortable? Fazing? Loving? Gaping, for sure.
No words were spoken then and there; they didn’t need them. For both, the words are confusing, still so useful in life. The lyrics, however, that’s a whole different story. They are… freeing, to say the least.
The camera in Dianna’s hand shivered; she swore to herself she’ll start taking photographs before leaving her hotel room. She isn’t a fan of being pictured but she had a job; a job that habitually acquired it. She thought it was better she got used to it.
“A picture?” Her voice low, barely audible, near a whisper. The coldness of the air calmed her a bit, enabling her arms to lift when Lea slightly nodded her head. It’s a photo she’ll always keep; always cherish near her heart. On her night table, right beside her when she is lost in a far away land to which her dreams take her.
She’s her best friend, it’s allowed now; she doesn’t have to hide it in a corner anymore.
Their eyes simultaneously close as someone looms into their view quietly and shyly greets them. When they face him, tender smiles appear on their faces as they exchange their hellos. Dianna still curses Chris for breaking that perfect, benevolent moment. Still, she can’t hold it against him; she found out her name only when he came.
“Lea.” She tried out and it rolled off her tongue naturally; like it was a name she said frequently, when, actually, she never had anyone that was named like that. Lea. She liked it, she loves it.
The confusion rose when the brunette mistook it and thought she wanted to ask something. Thank god that Dianna didn’t get the role for being pretty.
The others arrived, the moment was forgotten. The moment that Dianna imagined was then gone, only to be left in her thoughts and fantasies. The moment was vanished.
Photos were made with Dianna’s brand new camera, photos that will last a lifetime, probably collecting dust in one of many boxes that the blonde woman owned. Cory and Naya, the ones who seemed to be on much more pictures than any of the others, occupied most of her time that night, separating her from Lea, the one who seemed to be on all images in her head.
Many photographs were taken after the first day together; they grew closer, it was only expected. Life, being ruthless like it is, erased many of them. Even so, one picture stayed.
The one that was especially close to Dianna; the one that made her realize an important thing in her life. A portrait of Lea’s which she had to take once she saw the landscape that can be seen in the background. Lea is the main focus; like she always was, like she always will be. The innocent look, the light breeze, the dim light of the sun that was somewhere behind a cloud or two. The utter magnificence shining out of Lea is now on the brunette’s coffee table, part of a reason why she rarely ever goes there. Part of a reason there is no pictures taken in that living room but always somewhere else.
Another image, equally significant, remains on her commode, only for her to look at. The room used only for sleeping, the room that was almost abandoned. Yet its intimacy makes a faultless habitat for the picture in a frame Lea has bought her when in Brazil.
A gift so modest, yet so meaningful for her. A gift for which she cares the most.
Photographs seem to last an eternity for Dianna. Her photographs seem to be taken care of. Her photographs seem to be the only thing that bring Dianna out of her, not so strange, misery.
She doesn’t know if they will be for forever, she isn’t sure Lea is there to be her friend forever. It’s not much, being just friends, but she’ll forcefully settle for it. She can’t have anything else.
She pictures them sharing a single kiss. An intense, bizarre, complicated but pleasurable feeling rules her body for the moment that she envisions it and she turns back to reality, only to be disappointed that it was just her mind going to an unequaled territory, a territory too far for her to reach.
She never says a single thing when Lea asks her about it, though. A shield grows around her words and she is speechless then. Lea understands, she lets it go until the next time Dianna has that expression on her face. Maybe sometime she will let her in, maybe sometime she will tell her she loves her. That she has since the portrait was photographed.
She knows it wouldn’t go well. Still, the photographs live and people might envisage things she wants, things she needs but doesn’t say so. Someone will take it romantically, unrealistically, wrong but still true.
Someone will, however, take it as just, simply photographs.
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Author: leksi231
Pairing,Character(s): Dianna Agron/Lea Michele, brief mentions of Chris Colfer, Cory Monteith and Naya Rivera
Rating: G
Length: 1,335
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Written for achele-loving monthly challenge; Someone will, however, take it as just, simply photographs.
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Photographs; they’re kind of Dianna’s thing.
It’s different than her other obsessions, though. It’s not like being impressed by the beauty of deserted graveyards. It’s not like feeling the beat of the song that’s being played. It’s not like scribbling down the thoughts that possessed and never wanted to leave.
Simple, fascinating and yet so complicated but still imaginative. Through lens, Dianna saw the world different; kinder, friendlier place could be seen when she was on that side of the camera. A new kind of glory was created as she takes the object in her timid hands, scared of what she might see; scared of what she must face.
It wasn’t always like that, however. Once upon a time, in years of her life that she would like to forget, she was hiding behind her books. That period is now being completely ignored as she revels in this one, the one that she is actually starting to like.
Dianna can remember when exactly the love for photography started. Back in the days they were only starting the whole Glee process and she was set to meet the rest of the cast.
She was the first time to arrive, of course, as always. She made sure she showed up early to everything when she was just a little, foolish kid. It’s not a habit, though, because a habit should be something she, in any way, enjoys. Five years old, facing the window and expectantly waiting on her father to pick her up and take her to a birthday celebration of her friend, she reflects on that moment every time she arrives before supposed time. Her mothers words wander through her mind often as she sees herself leaving the grand household with sparkle in her eyes, “Your dad’s just a little late”. Oh, how deceivable kids can be sometimes.
Being the only other one to appear on time, Lea Michele took her by surprise. Sure, Dianna heard she was gorgeous, stunning even, but from what she saw? That was a complete understatement.
There was something misterious yet pleasant about her. Her gracious moves were enough to daze Dianna for the first time since she remembers; that was not a simple thing to do. Still, Lea achieved it just by being her usual, charming self.
The way the hazel eyes met the brown ones was probably written down in history of… whatever category it falls into. The gaze was kept, what became staring after some time never bothered any of the two women. It’s still there, today, just maybe more lustful, more longing from Dianna’s side.
Their hands met and, for a single moment, blonde’s glare fell onto the place where the gentle contact was made. It seemed mutual, for what Dianna could recognize. It felt…
Dianna doesn’t know how it felt. Comfortable? Fazing? Loving? Gaping, for sure.
No words were spoken then and there; they didn’t need them. For both, the words are confusing, still so useful in life. The lyrics, however, that’s a whole different story. They are… freeing, to say the least.
The camera in Dianna’s hand shivered; she swore to herself she’ll start taking photographs before leaving her hotel room. She isn’t a fan of being pictured but she had a job; a job that habitually acquired it. She thought it was better she got used to it.
“A picture?” Her voice low, barely audible, near a whisper. The coldness of the air calmed her a bit, enabling her arms to lift when Lea slightly nodded her head. It’s a photo she’ll always keep; always cherish near her heart. On her night table, right beside her when she is lost in a far away land to which her dreams take her.
She’s her best friend, it’s allowed now; she doesn’t have to hide it in a corner anymore.
Their eyes simultaneously close as someone looms into their view quietly and shyly greets them. When they face him, tender smiles appear on their faces as they exchange their hellos. Dianna still curses Chris for breaking that perfect, benevolent moment. Still, she can’t hold it against him; she found out her name only when he came.
“Lea.” She tried out and it rolled off her tongue naturally; like it was a name she said frequently, when, actually, she never had anyone that was named like that. Lea. She liked it, she loves it.
The confusion rose when the brunette mistook it and thought she wanted to ask something. Thank god that Dianna didn’t get the role for being pretty.
The others arrived, the moment was forgotten. The moment that Dianna imagined was then gone, only to be left in her thoughts and fantasies. The moment was vanished.
Photos were made with Dianna’s brand new camera, photos that will last a lifetime, probably collecting dust in one of many boxes that the blonde woman owned. Cory and Naya, the ones who seemed to be on much more pictures than any of the others, occupied most of her time that night, separating her from Lea, the one who seemed to be on all images in her head.
Many photographs were taken after the first day together; they grew closer, it was only expected. Life, being ruthless like it is, erased many of them. Even so, one picture stayed.
The one that was especially close to Dianna; the one that made her realize an important thing in her life. A portrait of Lea’s which she had to take once she saw the landscape that can be seen in the background. Lea is the main focus; like she always was, like she always will be. The innocent look, the light breeze, the dim light of the sun that was somewhere behind a cloud or two. The utter magnificence shining out of Lea is now on the brunette’s coffee table, part of a reason why she rarely ever goes there. Part of a reason there is no pictures taken in that living room but always somewhere else.
Another image, equally significant, remains on her commode, only for her to look at. The room used only for sleeping, the room that was almost abandoned. Yet its intimacy makes a faultless habitat for the picture in a frame Lea has bought her when in Brazil.
A gift so modest, yet so meaningful for her. A gift for which she cares the most.
Photographs seem to last an eternity for Dianna. Her photographs seem to be taken care of. Her photographs seem to be the only thing that bring Dianna out of her, not so strange, misery.
She doesn’t know if they will be for forever, she isn’t sure Lea is there to be her friend forever. It’s not much, being just friends, but she’ll forcefully settle for it. She can’t have anything else.
She pictures them sharing a single kiss. An intense, bizarre, complicated but pleasurable feeling rules her body for the moment that she envisions it and she turns back to reality, only to be disappointed that it was just her mind going to an unequaled territory, a territory too far for her to reach.
She never says a single thing when Lea asks her about it, though. A shield grows around her words and she is speechless then. Lea understands, she lets it go until the next time Dianna has that expression on her face. Maybe sometime she will let her in, maybe sometime she will tell her she loves her. That she has since the portrait was photographed.
She knows it wouldn’t go well. Still, the photographs live and people might envisage things she wants, things she needs but doesn’t say so. Someone will take it romantically, unrealistically, wrong but still true.
Someone will, however, take it as just, simply photographs.
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