It's that time of the year...
Same as
last time. You know what to do.
PROMPT. WRITE. PIMP. STALK.
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pianissimo.
sometimes when kamenashi smiles the world stops, like something barely tangible in it's obscurity. he is tangibly out-of-reach in the way he holds himself about. he is overworks and the shadows under his eyes seem embedded into his skin, he's thin to the point that he keeps on shaking and the macabre beauty of emptiness is drawn in his face.
(lunchbreak, he walks off to the bathroom and when you follow him you hear flushing, breathing as he tries to displace something that wasn't there. you watch as he walks out and he looks like he may become invisible. jin he says with polite courtesy and you realise that he knows that you know. you smile and lean in to kiss him, feigning ignorance and watch his fair light fall to pieces. he breaks at your touch and when you hold him you can feel his bones.)
he's scuffing his shoes into the pavement, every photoshoot makes the bouts get worse and you don't know what to do. you'll be nothing but bones you whisper into the air and you almost hate his apocalypse happiness. it makes you wince, blinking back the tears, because it makes you think he's going to fly away from you, any second.
(he's an angel like that, halo smeared through his auburn hair and his oversized black shirt flowing across his proclaim bones, his wings streaking him a species higher then humanity.)
it's kamenashi's heart that you're looking for and it's almost right in front of you but not quite, a still happiness that is racing through your bloodstream. you just want to heal him, to care for him. you want to decorate his name with shooting stars and sing him love songs in english, show him the nightlights of l.a and speak words of honesty to him. you want to hold the universe rigid over his eyes and tell him that his smile is the colour of love
(but you can't you just can't because you've never told him these things you've always been pianissimo singing them beneath the silhouette of your broken voice and he will keep on flushing the toilet like you don't realise and you will keep on pretending that you don't love him.)
it's so easy to lose someone these days.
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Somehow this reminds me of Ana's Song... I imagine I'm listening to it and re-reading this, and your words kind of make my heart stop more than it already has, the first time. ♥
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aslkjf what is ana's song, exactly?
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It's a song by Silverchair. I have it on my computer and I don't listen to it to often, but your words reminded me of it somewhat, so I scuttled off to find it and settled down to reread :)
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... no guarantees, but. :D
i'll probably look up the lyrics later because i am just plain weird like that. (:
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asdkjfkdghregsfj I keep rereading your stuff I cannot help it.
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alkfjaslk i am so glad i am having that effect xDDDD
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alkdjfs me too. so pretty. also, why haven't I friended you yet?
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I dunno. I shall friend you right now. Also aren't you supposed to be sleeping? /stalking conversation
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and you will keep on pretending that you don't love him
dslalkfjd why is this my favorite line. ;.; <3
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see, watch my coherency at 1:52 in the morning. :/
it's a very angst ridden line. (:
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