An abridged translation of feelings
Author: inpurity
Title: An abridged translation of feelings
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: R for language
Fandom: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Summary:It's 2002, the early days of the band. A beginning marred by too many drugs, too much alcohol, a persistent wannabe manager, and the confusion that is born out of feelings that are too scary to make sense. It's the ( Read more... )
Title: An abridged translation of feelings
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: R for language
Fandom: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Summary:It's 2002, the early days of the band. A beginning marred by too many drugs, too much alcohol, a persistent wannabe manager, and the confusion that is born out of feelings that are too scary to make sense. It's the ( Read more... )
I absolutely love reading what you write for bits like this:
Frank’s voice comes muffled, stretched and gooey like cotton candy
He raises a hand in front of his face just to make sure he still has all his five fingers and smiles when he does.
it’s another question, slurred and sticky in his mouth.
It’s like being bound tight, and Frank can almost feel the rope cutting through his wrist where Gerard is holding onto him, blood thick like Gerard’s voice.
his crooked mouth holds a tiny smile by a feeble thread, and Frank wants to punch Brian in the mouth for stealing that from him
body tense under the wiring of his nerves, bones sharp in the see-through of his pale skin.
Gerard’s teeth ache with the scrape of sincerity he can feel, hear in Brian’s words
Frank’s hands are heavy with a tension poisoned with a kind of love he cannot spell. Something so much different from what he has with Jamia, something jagged, with sharp teeth and greedy desires.
Frank can feel the ragged edges of Gerard’s teeth writing new scars on his skin.
fingers shaking under the constant vibrating of his nerves, and his words are jagged teeth, biting into Frank’s skin. “Pretend this had never happened. Afterwards I mean. I’d let you.”
he can easily believe they weren’t a lie.But Gerard, Gerard is different, Gerard will mean something. Maybe too much. Too much.
brings both of Gerard’s hands to his mouth, ghosts a kiss to each finger, counts backward from one hundred. Whispers a truth to Gerard’s ear and he knows he is not lying.
I know I am a little bit ridiculous but I couldn't pick my favorites out of all of those parts. Your ability to use metaphors and personification, and apply adjectives to situations and adverbs to verbs that usually just don't belong together and not only pull it off but create something so stunning in all its pain is an absolute delight to read. I love this.
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You always touch my heart with your words, I am so glad you liked it, and I have not enough words to thank you.
Laila
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