Listening to Stars
Title: Listening to Stars
Author:
xlostheavenx
Genre: OS
Rating: PG16
Pairings: Can be read as anyone ^^
Synopsis: There was only one truth he knew, he knew it so well it was as if it was scribbled on the mirror in front of him in red lipstick.
Disclaimer: Don't own...
Comments: Here's my fic for the first prompt, letme know what you think and who you pictured! <3
Listening to Stars
There was only one truth he knew, he knew it so well it was as if it was scribbled on the mirror in front of him in red lipstick. The kind that you would see in music videos where two people break up and one is out for revenge. Speaking of makeup, he thought as he stared into his reflection, his own was a combination of smudges and dark lines running down his cheeks.
He hung his head, the twisting feelings of despair and the ability to do nothing made his fingers try to grasp onto the polished wood of the counter and his heart leap into his throat.
Try as he might, he couldn’t get the other man to notice him, the truth was the other did not see him, he never had, and now as the days were growing shorter and his hours seemed to be blurring together more and more the small touches that were only special in his dreams only reminded him of the fact that he was fading fast.
In front of him and off to the side, next to the makeup and makeup removal cloths sat a few pages of scribbled lines. He sighed and put his head in his hands. He knew that all he had done in his life was so he could be with the other man, so that he could stand next to him. Now he could stand next to him, but he couldn’t touch him, he couldn’t let himself go that far.
The other man had given him life and taken it away at the same time. Of course he didn’t know any of it. He looked up and wiped at his eyes causing the makeup on them to smudge more. He sighed and reached over to the piled of items, picking up a cloth he began to fix his eyes. Once he looked presentable again he pulled the papers back over and read what he had written sometime during the day, although exactly when was lost to him.
He usually just took a line and ran with it, until either he gave up or it ended up magical. This time when he looked down at the paper what he saw was what he didn’t want, but it was exactly what he needed. He folded the pages and put them into his makeup case before standing.
He walked out of the room into another where he was surrounded by people. He could see the other man there, across the room, and he knew that he remained invisible. He knew that although he could stand next to the other now, that they would still be separated.
Behind his eyes he could see the one time that their lips briefly met on the cold winter night as the universe’s unseen watch continued to tick reminding him that the moment could not last forever. That life would continue and that minutes could and could not change a lifetime.
It moved on, everything had moved on expect for him, and yet the seconds that pulled him down the dream like passage towards his place where he now stood watching the other man like he always did, allowed him to blur into the background if only for one more time.
The other man looked over and their eyes met, for a moment the pain exploded in his chest then vanished. His eyes closed but this time when he opened them again the other man was still looking at him.
And lights like the flashes of dying stars in the night sky illuminated the other’s eyes and that was what he realized had connected them and separated them in the first place. He breathed in only to drown in the other even though he was as silent as ever, indistinguishable from all falling stars that now surrounded him.
Author:
xlostheavenx
Genre: OS
Rating: PG16
Pairings: Can be read as anyone ^^
Synopsis: There was only one truth he knew, he knew it so well it was as if it was scribbled on the mirror in front of him in red lipstick.
Disclaimer: Don't own...
Comments: Here's my fic for the first prompt, letme know what you think and who you pictured! <3
Listening to Stars
There was only one truth he knew, he knew it so well it was as if it was scribbled on the mirror in front of him in red lipstick. The kind that you would see in music videos where two people break up and one is out for revenge. Speaking of makeup, he thought as he stared into his reflection, his own was a combination of smudges and dark lines running down his cheeks.
He hung his head, the twisting feelings of despair and the ability to do nothing made his fingers try to grasp onto the polished wood of the counter and his heart leap into his throat.
Try as he might, he couldn’t get the other man to notice him, the truth was the other did not see him, he never had, and now as the days were growing shorter and his hours seemed to be blurring together more and more the small touches that were only special in his dreams only reminded him of the fact that he was fading fast.
In front of him and off to the side, next to the makeup and makeup removal cloths sat a few pages of scribbled lines. He sighed and put his head in his hands. He knew that all he had done in his life was so he could be with the other man, so that he could stand next to him. Now he could stand next to him, but he couldn’t touch him, he couldn’t let himself go that far.
The other man had given him life and taken it away at the same time. Of course he didn’t know any of it. He looked up and wiped at his eyes causing the makeup on them to smudge more. He sighed and reached over to the piled of items, picking up a cloth he began to fix his eyes. Once he looked presentable again he pulled the papers back over and read what he had written sometime during the day, although exactly when was lost to him.
He usually just took a line and ran with it, until either he gave up or it ended up magical. This time when he looked down at the paper what he saw was what he didn’t want, but it was exactly what he needed. He folded the pages and put them into his makeup case before standing.
He walked out of the room into another where he was surrounded by people. He could see the other man there, across the room, and he knew that he remained invisible. He knew that although he could stand next to the other now, that they would still be separated.
Behind his eyes he could see the one time that their lips briefly met on the cold winter night as the universe’s unseen watch continued to tick reminding him that the moment could not last forever. That life would continue and that minutes could and could not change a lifetime.
It moved on, everything had moved on expect for him, and yet the seconds that pulled him down the dream like passage towards his place where he now stood watching the other man like he always did, allowed him to blur into the background if only for one more time.
The other man looked over and their eyes met, for a moment the pain exploded in his chest then vanished. His eyes closed but this time when he opened them again the other man was still looking at him.
And lights like the flashes of dying stars in the night sky illuminated the other’s eyes and that was what he realized had connected them and separated them in the first place. He breathed in only to drown in the other even though he was as silent as ever, indistinguishable from all falling stars that now surrounded him.