I've Lost My Mind (standalone).
Title: I've Lost My Mind
Author: viktoriavampyr
Pairing: Lena Katina/Yulia Volkova
Rating: PG - 13
POV: Lena's, second.
Summary: You couldn't love her. That was the story.
Disclaimer: Though some people may have wanted this to have happened, I'm fairly sure it never did...
Beta: Bec (she doesn't have LJ).
Author's notes: I'm not going to make writing part-femmeslash, part-comments on society fics part of my daily life, I had a suggestion from stonephotograph , a beautiful, talented girl who knows that I love her, and that I cherish the fact that she is so awesome.
You didn’t know this was going to happen; but then again who does?
I cannot understand myself.
We can’t help who we fall in love with. For you, it was simply her.
Where did you appear from?
From the moment you walked into the room, and saw her anxious, smiling face, you were changed. She said, “Hi, my name’s Yulia, are you Lena?”
You didn’t know what it was then. Too young.
The light is shutting down, I am flying somewhere.
He didn’t understand. For him, it was all about making money, making scandals, anything to keep you new. Too young.
Your voice was steady as you sang the words, and they rang true. But what did any of it mean? They were just words, weren’t they?
Without you there is no me.
And you so wanted her to know! Every day, the ache grew stronger, and you knew that you could never tell her. How could you?
I don’t want anything.
“You want us to do what?” Her voice was shrill with surprise, and the fear sparked wildly from her eyes. Inside you, a light burned brightly, before flaring once and dimming. It wouldn’t mean anything. How could it, when all it would be was a short few minutes of film, recording an intimacy that was almost a joke.
And how do they live with what they make you do? Too young. What else could you do? It was only money.
It is slow poison.
The soaked cotton clung to your skin; you could feel her shivering. The false rain teemed down. You took her hand, as you had done in the rehearsals, and stared out at the people pretending to despise you. If they knew you for what you were, would they truly despise you?
At last; the taste of her lips on yours, her scent clinging to your skin as your lips pressed urgently against her neck, wanting her to know. She couldn’t know. You wrenched yourself away, striking your fists against the wire fence. Her lips found yours again, and you stared at her, her hands caressing your face, and you wanted her to feel the same.
It’s making me crazy.
You couldn’t love her. That was the story. Society, family; none would accept you. Why can’t we live how we want? Isn’t it love? It shouldn’t matter. You meant every word you sang. And they’d never understand.
You tasted her tears, mingling with the rain.
Let me go, let me go.
Author: viktoriavampyr
Pairing: Lena Katina/Yulia Volkova
Rating: PG - 13
POV: Lena's, second.
Summary: You couldn't love her. That was the story.
Disclaimer: Though some people may have wanted this to have happened, I'm fairly sure it never did...
Beta: Bec (she doesn't have LJ).
Author's notes: I'm not going to make writing part-femmeslash, part-comments on society fics part of my daily life, I had a suggestion from stonephotograph , a beautiful, talented girl who knows that I love her, and that I cherish the fact that she is so awesome.
You didn’t know this was going to happen; but then again who does?
I cannot understand myself.
We can’t help who we fall in love with. For you, it was simply her.
Where did you appear from?
From the moment you walked into the room, and saw her anxious, smiling face, you were changed. She said, “Hi, my name’s Yulia, are you Lena?”
You didn’t know what it was then. Too young.
The light is shutting down, I am flying somewhere.
He didn’t understand. For him, it was all about making money, making scandals, anything to keep you new. Too young.
Your voice was steady as you sang the words, and they rang true. But what did any of it mean? They were just words, weren’t they?
Without you there is no me.
And you so wanted her to know! Every day, the ache grew stronger, and you knew that you could never tell her. How could you?
I don’t want anything.
“You want us to do what?” Her voice was shrill with surprise, and the fear sparked wildly from her eyes. Inside you, a light burned brightly, before flaring once and dimming. It wouldn’t mean anything. How could it, when all it would be was a short few minutes of film, recording an intimacy that was almost a joke.
And how do they live with what they make you do? Too young. What else could you do? It was only money.
It is slow poison.
The soaked cotton clung to your skin; you could feel her shivering. The false rain teemed down. You took her hand, as you had done in the rehearsals, and stared out at the people pretending to despise you. If they knew you for what you were, would they truly despise you?
At last; the taste of her lips on yours, her scent clinging to your skin as your lips pressed urgently against her neck, wanting her to know. She couldn’t know. You wrenched yourself away, striking your fists against the wire fence. Her lips found yours again, and you stared at her, her hands caressing your face, and you wanted her to feel the same.
It’s making me crazy.
You couldn’t love her. That was the story. Society, family; none would accept you. Why can’t we live how we want? Isn’t it love? It shouldn’t matter. You meant every word you sang. And they’d never understand.
You tasted her tears, mingling with the rain.
Let me go, let me go.