the difference in shades
title: the difference in shades
pairing: evelynn (lastupenda)/jacob; evelynn/leah
rating: pg
summary: or maybe it's simply the way her waist fits perfectly in his hands and she kisses his chest (heart).
A timid smile, eyes that cast shadows in light.
Gravity doesn't shift but something (inside him) did.
Minds that know how to play tricks.
Her smirk and a worldly face (seen more than he can imagine).
It still doesn't explain how she evaporated from his mind when he hears her voice.
"Hi."
"Hi," he whispers (a connecting word).
*
Her body doesn't warm up; it cools his down.
Hot tangled kisses in the night and all is forgotten.
Paleface girl with deep brown eyes.
She's fragile, he knows, but god she's aggressive.
Evelynn. Evelynn. Evey?
His tongue seems to roll her name out perfectly.
Her name doesn't hurt to say it; it feels like a part of him.
*
"First Bella, and now this girl who came out of nowhere?"
"Shut up, Leah. I mean it."
She does only to speak again.
"So, what's so damn special about this one?"
Jacob looks up, "I don't know."
Truth is, he doesn't know what's so special.
Maybe it's the way she laughs at random times.
(He never gets her inside jokes.)
They way the smoke seduces him when she exhales.
(He binds his hands to his sides to stop from grabbing her.)
Or maybe it's simply the way her waist fits perfectly in his hands and she kisses his chest (heart).
It's like she knows perfectly well where he hurts.
She scoffs, hearing everything, "Oh really?"
*
Amused and curious, she looks for her.
Dark-haired and wicked wise eyes that shine with mischief.
And Leah can't help but admire from afar.
Broken soul and a beautiful face and lips that welcome so much in.
*
She knows this is wrong.
Forbidden kisses that shouldn't happen but she always liked adrenaline rushes.
Hands that roam up and down that should be holding his hand.
She's playing house with the wrong person but she just can't leave.
Red-faced, swollen red lips; she always forgot red meant stop.
*
She hates this.
She loves him. She loves her.
But she can't help but think of the differences.
Jacob tries so fucking hard to kiss her scars away and heal her; so does she.
And Leah?
Leah pokes them red and compares them to her (barely) healing ones.
*
When you're looking for something that resembles your soul,
When the wind blows your house of cards,
I'll be a home to your homeless heart.
*
She looks into eyes that kill, "I'm sorry."
Mistakes are fixed and heart eventually mend, too.
pairing: evelynn (lastupenda)/jacob; evelynn/leah
rating: pg
summary: or maybe it's simply the way her waist fits perfectly in his hands and she kisses his chest (heart).
A timid smile, eyes that cast shadows in light.
Gravity doesn't shift but something (inside him) did.
Minds that know how to play tricks.
Her smirk and a worldly face (seen more than he can imagine).
It still doesn't explain how she evaporated from his mind when he hears her voice.
"Hi."
"Hi," he whispers (a connecting word).
*
Her body doesn't warm up; it cools his down.
Hot tangled kisses in the night and all is forgotten.
Paleface girl with deep brown eyes.
She's fragile, he knows, but god she's aggressive.
Evelynn. Evelynn. Evey?
His tongue seems to roll her name out perfectly.
Her name doesn't hurt to say it; it feels like a part of him.
*
"First Bella, and now this girl who came out of nowhere?"
"Shut up, Leah. I mean it."
She does only to speak again.
"So, what's so damn special about this one?"
Jacob looks up, "I don't know."
Truth is, he doesn't know what's so special.
Maybe it's the way she laughs at random times.
(He never gets her inside jokes.)
They way the smoke seduces him when she exhales.
(He binds his hands to his sides to stop from grabbing her.)
Or maybe it's simply the way her waist fits perfectly in his hands and she kisses his chest (heart).
It's like she knows perfectly well where he hurts.
She scoffs, hearing everything, "Oh really?"
*
Amused and curious, she looks for her.
Dark-haired and wicked wise eyes that shine with mischief.
And Leah can't help but admire from afar.
Broken soul and a beautiful face and lips that welcome so much in.
*
She knows this is wrong.
Forbidden kisses that shouldn't happen but she always liked adrenaline rushes.
Hands that roam up and down that should be holding his hand.
She's playing house with the wrong person but she just can't leave.
Red-faced, swollen red lips; she always forgot red meant stop.
*
She hates this.
She loves him. She loves her.
But she can't help but think of the differences.
Jacob tries so fucking hard to kiss her scars away and heal her; so does she.
And Leah?
Leah pokes them red and compares them to her (barely) healing ones.
*
When you're looking for something that resembles your soul,
When the wind blows your house of cards,
I'll be a home to your homeless heart.
*
She looks into eyes that kill, "I'm sorry."
Mistakes are fixed and heart eventually mend, too.