broken down and wanting
title: broken down and wanting
pairing: rama(xgreenleaf )/garrett
rating: g
summary: the starring role of her dreams touches her face (she can hardly believe it)
Vivid red eyes she can't stop looking into.
Her head is dazed as his sweet breath mixes with hers.
"How long have I been waiting for someone like you?"
She nods her head, "Too long."
*
His throat burned with a fiery sensation.
Need someone, something.
Her head was turned and he smelled her before he saw her.
A small girl sitting on a bench, head bent down.
She looks around surprised, eyes that widen not with horror but with realization.
And he feels not thirst, but something else that gnaws him inside.
A feeling that has always been void.
*
It isn't her blood that leads him closer but her face.
Browneyes/kindsmile/etherealface
Bites her lips; he comes in closer.
"I'm Garrett."
"Rama," she replies, eyes never wandering off his (perfectly sculpted) face.
She always saw him in her dreams.
*
The starring role of her dreams touches her face (she can hardly believe it)
Not scared, not fearful, but wanting.
"You're not scared?"
She shakes her head.
I've never been scared of angels.
*
She tells him who she is.
Ran away from home.
He lies to her instead.
Left my life to travel the world.
She smiles (pleasant enough), "We're both looking for something aren't we?"
He nods, "I think I might have just found it."
Wicked intentions that end with true smiles (and truer feelings).
*
They're not the typical happy-ever-after, but they try.
Molded hands and puzzle pieces that just seem to match despite the sharp corners.
Fairy-tale romance doesn't exist; the villain that falls in love with his prey does.
pairing: rama(xgreenleaf )/garrett
rating: g
summary: the starring role of her dreams touches her face (she can hardly believe it)
Vivid red eyes she can't stop looking into.
Her head is dazed as his sweet breath mixes with hers.
"How long have I been waiting for someone like you?"
She nods her head, "Too long."
*
His throat burned with a fiery sensation.
Need someone, something.
Her head was turned and he smelled her before he saw her.
A small girl sitting on a bench, head bent down.
She looks around surprised, eyes that widen not with horror but with realization.
And he feels not thirst, but something else that gnaws him inside.
A feeling that has always been void.
*
It isn't her blood that leads him closer but her face.
Browneyes/kindsmile/etherealface
Bites her lips; he comes in closer.
"I'm Garrett."
"Rama," she replies, eyes never wandering off his (perfectly sculpted) face.
She always saw him in her dreams.
*
The starring role of her dreams touches her face (she can hardly believe it)
Not scared, not fearful, but wanting.
"You're not scared?"
She shakes her head.
I've never been scared of angels.
*
She tells him who she is.
Ran away from home.
He lies to her instead.
Left my life to travel the world.
She smiles (pleasant enough), "We're both looking for something aren't we?"
He nods, "I think I might have just found it."
Wicked intentions that end with true smiles (and truer feelings).
*
They're not the typical happy-ever-after, but they try.
Molded hands and puzzle pieces that just seem to match despite the sharp corners.
Fairy-tale romance doesn't exist; the villain that falls in love with his prey does.