no promises, ok

[sobrellevar]

but this would definitely be more fun than packing boxes all day, like i'm supposed to be doing.

give me a character or a pairing from my fandoms/things that i like (bandom, spn, hp) and i will tell you 'something' about them.

bonus: comment with the word 'bonus' and you might get a surprise. or not.

no promises, ok, etc etc.

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[sobrellevar]

it's not that they're my favorite, really. but there is just something about them that makes me believe that things can be fated and predestined and correct, yet still not meant to last forever.

event horizon vs. speed of light.

1. this is the part of leaving that he likes, but can never tell anyone: that after you leave, there is no other verb but to return, no matter how long it takes.
   
   
2. she sleeps over at his house one night when he's back in town, and they share earphones listening to regina spektor's "samson" in the dark. they both know the phrase you are my sweetest downfall backwards and forwards, having seen it with their own eyes, having done that to each other. sometimes it was bitter. sometimes they were merciless.
   
   but it isn't, sometimes, like now. she asks him what they're just old light means, and he runs to his bookshelf to show her the distance from the solar system to the next star, his eyes uncharacteristically bright. when she laughs into his collarbone the sound goes right through him.
   
   she falls asleep when the song is just beginning to fade out-- i loved you first --, while he lies awake and stares at the ceiling, thinking about black holes, about how nothing, not even light, can escape.
   
   
3. he has online journals with usernames that aren't clever phrases cut from away messages. with usernames that combine fictionalized parts of her home address with the names of birds and the names of dead french writers. each journal contains only one entry and is never revisited. each one is actually, truly secret. pete is actually capable of telling things to no-one, of keeping things to himself, only no-one will believe this to be true.
   
   
4. so maybe this is from 16sparrowstreet-voltaire (dot blogspot dot com):
   
   too familiar with how it feels to walk away from you.
   on first name basis for sure.
   (and its always calling me.)
   
   heres what i figure..
   if i keep leaving, ill get better at it.
   its not a bad habit if its on purpose.
   were all just practicing for perfection.
   
   i just want to get things right .
   for even just once in my life.
   
   posted by xo @ 2:42 AM
   
   
5. how there will never be enough words for all this. and by ‘this’ he means leaving, by ‘this’ he means in some way that she feels like home. each time is completely different and each time is exactly the same.
   
   walking away from her like a house on fire. walking away from her like a house of cards.
   
   walking away from her like a highroller leaving the table with nothing. with odds turned against him, the house always winning.
   
   walking away from her like light from dead stars, the slowness undetectable but completely deliberate.
   
   walking away with his eyes closed. walking away pretending it’s for real, for nothing, for everything, forever. walking away knowing that will never be true --
   
   -- and walking towards her so seldomly (but meaning it every time), and walking beside her only sometimes (meaning everything, meaning more than it should).
   
   but mostly: walking away from her, far away, intangible and unreachable and always.
   
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   ( nevermind the way his shadow keeps stretching back on the sidewalk, how it keeps trying to lay itself at her feet. that’s just the morning-after daylight working. it doesn’t mean a goddamn thing. )
   
   

D:

[sobrellevar]

O GOOD GRIEF THIS WAS SO LONG AND RAMBLY! I AM SO SORRY .__.