Re: COMMENTS/QUESTIONSredbrunjaJanuary 1 2015, 20:12:16 UTC
I was going to call you out on the fact that you hadn't written any Skyeward... but then I realized that the reason you didn't post any skyeward in 2014 was my own failures as a beta. Oops.
Come on, come on and let me in The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints And this is supposed to match The darkness that you felt I never meant for you to fix yourself
Written on your skin, The Affair, Cole (/Alison)callmeonetrackJanuary 1 2015, 15:40:53 UTC
(Oh man, this is super depressing and I am super rusty-- I wrote uh, zero fics in 2014. But Cole <3 <3 <3 )
He can't take another morning of waking up and looking into her eyes and seeing...not guilt. Not love either. Just...a blankness, as if she can't see him at all.
It wouldn't be so hard if he could just stop remembering what she used to look like. The way she used to look at him rather than through him. Laughing eyes and curving lips superimposed over her face like a ghost. Like their ghost.
Suddenly he's angry, furious at all that's left them.
Re: Written on your skin, The Affair, Cole (/Alison)waltzmatildahJanuary 1 2015, 16:35:42 UTC
Oh thank you so much! I wish the show was about him and his brothers and the ranch, honestly! Lol. Who cheats on surfing cowboy Pacey?! He has some great scenes in episode 7 and the finale!
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THE AFFAIR | Cole (/Alison)
Love me like a heart beat,
with your long hair and your cold feet.
Hold me like it's easy...
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SAVAGES | Chon/O
And when you broke sideways
I wanted you, I needed you
Oh, oh,
to make me better...
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ROOKIE BLUE | Luke/Gail
Come on, come on and let me in
The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints
And this is supposed to match
The darkness that you felt
I never meant for you to fix yourself
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Oh,
hold me now, I feel contagious.
Am I the only place
that you've left to go?
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Someone will hand you a sweet proposition one day,
and you'll say, say, "G'day,
How you doin' Fortune?"
You'll be a city girl soon.
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Love me like a heart beat,
with your long hair and your cold feet.
Hold me like it's easy...
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He can't take another morning of waking up and looking into her eyes and seeing...not guilt. Not love either. Just...a blankness, as if she can't see him at all.
It wouldn't be so hard if he could just stop remembering what she used to look like. The way she used to look at him rather than through him. Laughing eyes and curving lips superimposed over her face like a ghost. Like their ghost.
Suddenly he's angry, furious at all that's left them.
At all that's left of them ( ... )
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Really great job!
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