i have to admit, the promise of eternal love might have weighed in my decision to write this : )
they just play tragic
"I'm sorry," he says, looking somewhere beyond her.
She waits for the telltale peace to settle in between her ribs, but nothing comes.
He's looking at her now, she can feel it, his gaze on her cheekbones, crawling up to her eyes that she won't let him meet.
Say it, she thinks, and it's like a high tide, like control, for once. Not good enough."Okay," she blurts out instead, ugly and bloated. She wants to take it back, but he's on her before she can, pushing all the words back down her throat
( ... )
Oh, she could write volumes about them. She could talk about this singular slouch, the way their eyes unfocus and they just forget about everything that isn't them and their precious comfort. She could talk about their lust. She could talk about the way they go on destructing themselves, messily but methodically. She could talk about the way they pretend to love her, even; the way they leave bruises on her hips and arms when they ask her for a dance, they way they never quite apologize after
( ... )
I love your Blair's internal monologue--so full of similes and metaphors and such bitter thoughts. Oh, Blair, so damaged you are. This piece is so bitter too, and I love i, it's such an interesting take on a what could have been.
BECAUSE THIS IS SO THEM, OKAY. AND BLAAAAIR, my soul aches. So broken and still so beautiful and she can't say no and she doesn't want to say yes and there's no choices that she actually likes, there's just awful and even worse, and all choices are scary and not making choices is scary as well and she can never catch a break and guh, my girl ♥
they just play tragic
"I'm sorry," he says, looking somewhere beyond her.
She waits for the telltale peace to settle in between her ribs, but nothing comes.
He's looking at her now, she can feel it, his gaze on her cheekbones, crawling up to her eyes that she won't let him meet.
Say it, she thinks, and it's like a high tide, like control, for once. Not good enough."Okay," she blurts out instead, ugly and bloated. She wants to take it back, but he's on her before she can, pushing all the words back down her throat ( ... )
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BECAUSE THIS IS SO THEM, OKAY. AND BLAAAAIR, my soul aches. So broken and still so beautiful and she can't say no and she doesn't want to say yes and there's no choices that she actually likes, there's just awful and even worse, and all choices are scary and not making choices is scary as well and she can never catch a break and guh, my girl ♥
♥ THANK YOU FOREVER FOR THIS.
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Thank you, darling ♥
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Anyway, thank you very much, I'm glad you liked it! ♥
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