feb 24 09
brendon/ryan, pg, 140 words.
inspired by we_are_cities, feb 24 09.
brendon's head feels soft. he can't tell if he's singing, but his mind is rosy and warm, hazy like the heat waves of the nevada desert, blurring the flushed sky before nightfall. he's half aware of how far away nevada really feels right now, heavy and dull against the back of his brain. ryan's voice sounds better than it has in years, like a muted trombone, and brendon sees his reflection in reds and oranges because they have no windows to let out the light.
"kiss me," brendon says, and it doesn't feel wrong because he's smiling. he leans in closer until they're touching nowhere at all, and wakes up. months later he'll see their reflections in greys and blacks because they have no windows to let in the light, and he'll laugh until he cries until he shakes.
inspired by we_are_cities, feb 24 09.
brendon's head feels soft. he can't tell if he's singing, but his mind is rosy and warm, hazy like the heat waves of the nevada desert, blurring the flushed sky before nightfall. he's half aware of how far away nevada really feels right now, heavy and dull against the back of his brain. ryan's voice sounds better than it has in years, like a muted trombone, and brendon sees his reflection in reds and oranges because they have no windows to let out the light.
"kiss me," brendon says, and it doesn't feel wrong because he's smiling. he leans in closer until they're touching nowhere at all, and wakes up. months later he'll see their reflections in greys and blacks because they have no windows to let in the light, and he'll laugh until he cries until he shakes.