Heart Of Blood {{standalone}}
Title:Heart Of Blood
Author: uponxstring
Rating:[PG13] just to be safe
Pairing:Brendon/Ryan
POV:1st, Ryan
Summary:Brendon thought he meant nothing to Ryan, but oh how he was wrong. Sequel to Heart Of Glass.
Disclaimer:Fiction.
Author Notes:This will not make any sense if you didnt read the first part HERE.
Dear Dairy,
Just shoot me in the eyes for not being able to see my own self. I can’t believe I was not able to see the real me. I am Ryan Ross, at this time though I am very confused, the world must be spinning upside down and inside out.
You sitting above my room looking at the same sun going down, most likely wishing on the same thing. I know this because we both want it. Your words flow down from the ceiling with such grace. I sit there eating up all that you sing, but sometimes I can’t face the music being played and I being to cry.
“Brendon shut the fuck up I’m trying to sleep,” That was my excuse for crying myself to sleep that night.
I don’t mean it, and I know. A part of me refuses to believe I can actually fall for a guy, and not just any guy, Brendon Urie. “Come down here with me,” is what I’m really saying, “Come down and let me whisper sweet words in your ears, because I want you here forever with me.” Those words could come out though, and I’m sorry.
I am also sorry for all those girls, they were just called in favors. They were nothing but a distraction for me. I thought if they were there I didn’t have to face the truth. The truth sounded more like a myth in my ears, but the truth will always be that I love you. My heart hurts to know that you are so close, but I am the one so far away.
Knock knock knock your voice echoes out leaking into my mind. AT first it sounded like just a dream, but there you stood. Out the window I watched you bang the door with a bottle in one hand.
“I love you Ryan, come out and be mine!”
Curled up in a ball I cried. No, no I don’t love you, leave! I tried so hard to say it out loud, but I couldn’t. Hidden in the bathroom, away from the constants cries of love I fall asleep, dreams of you float in my heart.
The next morning the shattered glass on the front step in just a reminder of something I would generally would of have avoided. A think layer of blood stained the glass that made a path to the door I would not open. On that same door in your own blood is a heart, the same heart that made me realize that love is love, not matter with who it might be with. I’m sorry I put you through so much pain but, I know what I have to do next.
-Ryan
5 months later- (3rd person)
Brendon and Ryan sat near the river keeping each another warm under the thin blankets. Tonight was a break for all the rest of the world. Giggling and signing flowed through the tangling branches of old willow trees and out in the morning air.
“Brendon, never leave me. Say you belong to me,” Ryan whispered.
“I would never leave you,” There was a pause until Brendon finally found his courage. “Ryan,” Brendon said getting off the bench and onto the ground and on one keen, he took out a small black box from his pocket and held it open, “Ryan Will you marry me?”
"Yes, yes of course."
THE END
Author: uponxstring
Rating:[PG13] just to be safe
Pairing:Brendon/Ryan
POV:1st, Ryan
Summary:Brendon thought he meant nothing to Ryan, but oh how he was wrong. Sequel to Heart Of Glass.
Disclaimer:Fiction.
Author Notes:This will not make any sense if you didnt read the first part HERE.
Dear Dairy,
Just shoot me in the eyes for not being able to see my own self. I can’t believe I was not able to see the real me. I am Ryan Ross, at this time though I am very confused, the world must be spinning upside down and inside out.
You sitting above my room looking at the same sun going down, most likely wishing on the same thing. I know this because we both want it. Your words flow down from the ceiling with such grace. I sit there eating up all that you sing, but sometimes I can’t face the music being played and I being to cry.
“Brendon shut the fuck up I’m trying to sleep,” That was my excuse for crying myself to sleep that night.
I don’t mean it, and I know. A part of me refuses to believe I can actually fall for a guy, and not just any guy, Brendon Urie. “Come down here with me,” is what I’m really saying, “Come down and let me whisper sweet words in your ears, because I want you here forever with me.” Those words could come out though, and I’m sorry.
I am also sorry for all those girls, they were just called in favors. They were nothing but a distraction for me. I thought if they were there I didn’t have to face the truth. The truth sounded more like a myth in my ears, but the truth will always be that I love you. My heart hurts to know that you are so close, but I am the one so far away.
Knock knock knock your voice echoes out leaking into my mind. AT first it sounded like just a dream, but there you stood. Out the window I watched you bang the door with a bottle in one hand.
“I love you Ryan, come out and be mine!”
Curled up in a ball I cried. No, no I don’t love you, leave! I tried so hard to say it out loud, but I couldn’t. Hidden in the bathroom, away from the constants cries of love I fall asleep, dreams of you float in my heart.
The next morning the shattered glass on the front step in just a reminder of something I would generally would of have avoided. A think layer of blood stained the glass that made a path to the door I would not open. On that same door in your own blood is a heart, the same heart that made me realize that love is love, not matter with who it might be with. I’m sorry I put you through so much pain but, I know what I have to do next.
-Ryan
5 months later- (3rd person)
Brendon and Ryan sat near the river keeping each another warm under the thin blankets. Tonight was a break for all the rest of the world. Giggling and signing flowed through the tangling branches of old willow trees and out in the morning air.
“Brendon, never leave me. Say you belong to me,” Ryan whispered.
“I would never leave you,” There was a pause until Brendon finally found his courage. “Ryan,” Brendon said getting off the bench and onto the ground and on one keen, he took out a small black box from his pocket and held it open, “Ryan Will you marry me?”
"Yes, yes of course."
THE END