Post by SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS on Jul 20, 2010 19:41:31 GMT -5
YOU'VE GOT A NERVE ¡¯TO BE ASKING A FAVOR !!!
you've got a nerve to be calling my number ?!
...and i know, we've been through this before
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME NOW, I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME ?!?
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His head shook as he prepared to answer her question; It wasn't a bad question at all, except he thought it starnge that she still even wanted to associate herself with him, much less know more. And curiosity killed the cat, he sung in his head, and he hated when he had those wicked thoughts. They came often and without warning; that natural bloodlust that just made him want to kill everything around him, merely another cruel part of his nature that he knew he would always fear he would spring up around her. That is, if they were to know eachother any further, to not forget this day which was wonderful for him. He hoped the feeling was mutual, and he hoped she wasn't simply staying because she feared him or to be kind.
"No.", he said bluntly, as if he had nothing more to say on the subject. His eyes pointed down away from her, suddenly unable to answer, as if his true name shamed him so bad that the word was unspokable. He wouldn't have felt that way about anyone else in this whole damn world, always proud of it, it was his crown amongst his kingdom of shit. But all the sudden, it didn't feel so worthy, and he didn't feel so proud. Was it just because what he was?, he wondered, and he couldn't help but contemplate why.
Still, even then, he'd stuttered further, spatting out his words. He knew it sounded so bad, but he couldn't leave her there, waiting for him to answer. Hell, he was suprised she'd stayed this long; Don't test faith. Finally, he turned his ehad to her, a small smile on his lip. "My real name, my name in hell, is Mammon.", he finished, as his smile died down to that unsettling frown of daggering teeth that he so desperately wished would just go away. They were there for the same reason he had put the emphasis on hell, because no matter how much he wanted her or even needed her, his body would never accept the fact - His body was built to rip her and living things like her into shreds no bigger than his fingers, as soon as he was spout out of the foul earth, that was always his destination: to spill innocent blood, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every second of it, as it was in his nature to do so, much like it was in hers to fall into situations like this.
She was in danger, and he knew it was flashing in her eyes like the stars in the sky on a hopeless, dark night. He knew it was apparent to her, how easily he could just take her and kill her, and he very well almost did. He was the car, and she was the deer, deadlocked in his headlights; and no matter how much he stepped on the brakes, trying to slow down, he knew that he'd be the death of them both. But just like that ill-fated vehicle, there was no turning back, and there were no U-Turns. He had pushed them into a dead-end, and even if they come out alive, he knew they weren't going to come out unscathed. But even then, he'd carry her in his arms and nurse her back to health and regret every little pain he'd ever caused her and every pain to come.
She wasn't completly innocent, however, with her hand gripped tightly around his feelings, the only vulnerable part of him, usually hidden from view but now impossible to ignore. She could take him by suprise, and she could just grab his steering wheel and drive him off a cliff and hop out before any harm befell her, and he knew she had that power. He could only hope that she'd never use it, but she was so unpredictable, and it was just another thing that drew him into her like...like a moth to a flame. It was a new word to him a new saying, and he'd never tooken much interest into the art of language, merely using it as he went along his day because it was a necessity. But something about that phrase interested him, and like fate, he read it's meaning: Irresistibly and dangerously attracted to something or someone.
That's what they both were, so head over heels for something that could so easily destroy them and send them careeining over the edge. They enjoyed danger and they enjoyed adrenaline, just the thrill of cheating death once again, and yet not really caring if it did come upon them. He could only speak for himself, now, but he guessed at the reasons they were so hazardly attracted to one eachother: They were both broken, shattered by this world of sex and lies, and they were the only ones who could piece the fragments back into place, even if their hands were cut and bleeding by the end of it; Things had to be sacrificed to make something new. They were dying puzzlers, and love was the last problem in their way.
So, he felt at ease as she went on, having to explain why she had any interest in him whatsoever. Why?, he spoke in silence, his face saying it for him. He din't interrupt; however, as of now, he wasn't going to say words unless they were needed, and any further talking would just spew out stupid, lovestruck nonsense. He sighed, realizing such was the consequence of romance. He watched her lips move, but even with her pretty face and words, she had said it the said it the best and the closest anyone had every gotten to explain the feeling. That's when he decided to just stop trying to do so. The laguage of love was the language of nosense, and trying to figure it out will only deprive you of it, and before you know it there's a lifetime worth of memories wasted on one simple thought.
The smile faded away, dying. He was never one to like to be complimented. Well, actually, he wasn't sure if that was true. He just didn't know how to. He'd neither heard them or given them, mainly his own fault. But real. He'd lied, he'd killed, he'd hurt all in the name of the Greed, men and women and children alike. He was only as real as his desires allowed him to be, and deception and trickery seemed to be so close to him it was a wonder they didn't share his hollow soul. As soon as he hit that beach, he'd said the words that would close his fate and bring his feeling out into the opening like he'd never do with anyoen else, and even if he'd come to regret it, it had felt so good to to have gotten it off his mind. He hoped he didn't regret it, he really did; As the words floated about the island air to her pointed ears, he could only say goodbye knowing that they would never return.
He sat there for a minute, face and mind devoid of emotion as he studied the expression on her face. He was trying to give her a chance to take it all in, his ivory orbs just looking over her, hoping that they could be be that human hue that he knew would be some much more coforting, as if it would help him and her through his akward words any better. Oh fuck, look Shane, you've gone and done it: The one person who even kindof likes you and you've gone and messed it up. Stupidity is your true sin., he thought to himself, and he feared it to be true, for her to walk away from him and never looked back. Just as he waited in anticipation for the answer, he could feel the anticipation and anxiety nibbling away at his insides, reducing him into a mere shell of a man, and he'd be dead if the answer didn't come.
...and the words never came, but that was just as well. A deep, pale vermillion blush made it's warm way through his cheeks as his lips upturned into a smile. He felt like flying, flying high up above with her away from this place, just so they didn't have to deal with the troubles of this place. He had felt all this from such a small gesture, as it would seem to anyone else, but it was more than just a kiss on the cheek; It was a promise that something more than just friendship would blossom between the two, just a teaser, really, but the assurance was good enough. For once, it felt nice to be alive.
He fell to the ground, being the slave to his desires as he was, gesturing for her to do the same; while he wouldn't be suprised if she didn't. A smile crossed his face as he gazed at the sky, painted in pinks by the setting sun, the day leaving them as birds dotted the sky. He squinted at them, remembering when he used to feel such animosity towards them, being that they could fly through the sky so freely. He wanted to be one, to be able to glide through the air and make wishes on the stars above, closer than anyone else could ever be. But instead he had to make do with the airplanes and wish on them, only hoping for a dream to come true; but as he had learned on the perfect day, feeling the ghost of where Pixie's lips had touched, that perhaps that it wasn't in vain as he'd thought. Looking at Pixie, he could only think that all his wishes had come true, and whatever God above was looking out for him.
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CAN'T YOU SEE ME NOW, I'M POUNDING ON YOUR DOOR !!!
you've got a nerve to be calling my number ?!
...and i know, we've been through this before
CAN'T YOU HEAR ME NOW, I'M CALLING OUT YOUR NAME ?!?
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His head shook as he prepared to answer her question; It wasn't a bad question at all, except he thought it starnge that she still even wanted to associate herself with him, much less know more. And curiosity killed the cat, he sung in his head, and he hated when he had those wicked thoughts. They came often and without warning; that natural bloodlust that just made him want to kill everything around him, merely another cruel part of his nature that he knew he would always fear he would spring up around her. That is, if they were to know eachother any further, to not forget this day which was wonderful for him. He hoped the feeling was mutual, and he hoped she wasn't simply staying because she feared him or to be kind.
"No.", he said bluntly, as if he had nothing more to say on the subject. His eyes pointed down away from her, suddenly unable to answer, as if his true name shamed him so bad that the word was unspokable. He wouldn't have felt that way about anyone else in this whole damn world, always proud of it, it was his crown amongst his kingdom of shit. But all the sudden, it didn't feel so worthy, and he didn't feel so proud. Was it just because what he was?, he wondered, and he couldn't help but contemplate why.
Still, even then, he'd stuttered further, spatting out his words. He knew it sounded so bad, but he couldn't leave her there, waiting for him to answer. Hell, he was suprised she'd stayed this long; Don't test faith. Finally, he turned his ehad to her, a small smile on his lip. "My real name, my name in hell, is Mammon.", he finished, as his smile died down to that unsettling frown of daggering teeth that he so desperately wished would just go away. They were there for the same reason he had put the emphasis on hell, because no matter how much he wanted her or even needed her, his body would never accept the fact - His body was built to rip her and living things like her into shreds no bigger than his fingers, as soon as he was spout out of the foul earth, that was always his destination: to spill innocent blood, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every second of it, as it was in his nature to do so, much like it was in hers to fall into situations like this.
She was in danger, and he knew it was flashing in her eyes like the stars in the sky on a hopeless, dark night. He knew it was apparent to her, how easily he could just take her and kill her, and he very well almost did. He was the car, and she was the deer, deadlocked in his headlights; and no matter how much he stepped on the brakes, trying to slow down, he knew that he'd be the death of them both. But just like that ill-fated vehicle, there was no turning back, and there were no U-Turns. He had pushed them into a dead-end, and even if they come out alive, he knew they weren't going to come out unscathed. But even then, he'd carry her in his arms and nurse her back to health and regret every little pain he'd ever caused her and every pain to come.
She wasn't completly innocent, however, with her hand gripped tightly around his feelings, the only vulnerable part of him, usually hidden from view but now impossible to ignore. She could take him by suprise, and she could just grab his steering wheel and drive him off a cliff and hop out before any harm befell her, and he knew she had that power. He could only hope that she'd never use it, but she was so unpredictable, and it was just another thing that drew him into her like...like a moth to a flame. It was a new word to him a new saying, and he'd never tooken much interest into the art of language, merely using it as he went along his day because it was a necessity. But something about that phrase interested him, and like fate, he read it's meaning: Irresistibly and dangerously attracted to something or someone.
That's what they both were, so head over heels for something that could so easily destroy them and send them careeining over the edge. They enjoyed danger and they enjoyed adrenaline, just the thrill of cheating death once again, and yet not really caring if it did come upon them. He could only speak for himself, now, but he guessed at the reasons they were so hazardly attracted to one eachother: They were both broken, shattered by this world of sex and lies, and they were the only ones who could piece the fragments back into place, even if their hands were cut and bleeding by the end of it; Things had to be sacrificed to make something new. They were dying puzzlers, and love was the last problem in their way.
So, he felt at ease as she went on, having to explain why she had any interest in him whatsoever. Why?, he spoke in silence, his face saying it for him. He din't interrupt; however, as of now, he wasn't going to say words unless they were needed, and any further talking would just spew out stupid, lovestruck nonsense. He sighed, realizing such was the consequence of romance. He watched her lips move, but even with her pretty face and words, she had said it the said it the best and the closest anyone had every gotten to explain the feeling. That's when he decided to just stop trying to do so. The laguage of love was the language of nosense, and trying to figure it out will only deprive you of it, and before you know it there's a lifetime worth of memories wasted on one simple thought.
The smile faded away, dying. He was never one to like to be complimented. Well, actually, he wasn't sure if that was true. He just didn't know how to. He'd neither heard them or given them, mainly his own fault. But real. He'd lied, he'd killed, he'd hurt all in the name of the Greed, men and women and children alike. He was only as real as his desires allowed him to be, and deception and trickery seemed to be so close to him it was a wonder they didn't share his hollow soul. As soon as he hit that beach, he'd said the words that would close his fate and bring his feeling out into the opening like he'd never do with anyoen else, and even if he'd come to regret it, it had felt so good to to have gotten it off his mind. He hoped he didn't regret it, he really did; As the words floated about the island air to her pointed ears, he could only say goodbye knowing that they would never return.
He sat there for a minute, face and mind devoid of emotion as he studied the expression on her face. He was trying to give her a chance to take it all in, his ivory orbs just looking over her, hoping that they could be be that human hue that he knew would be some much more coforting, as if it would help him and her through his akward words any better. Oh fuck, look Shane, you've gone and done it: The one person who even kindof likes you and you've gone and messed it up. Stupidity is your true sin., he thought to himself, and he feared it to be true, for her to walk away from him and never looked back. Just as he waited in anticipation for the answer, he could feel the anticipation and anxiety nibbling away at his insides, reducing him into a mere shell of a man, and he'd be dead if the answer didn't come.
...and the words never came, but that was just as well. A deep, pale vermillion blush made it's warm way through his cheeks as his lips upturned into a smile. He felt like flying, flying high up above with her away from this place, just so they didn't have to deal with the troubles of this place. He had felt all this from such a small gesture, as it would seem to anyone else, but it was more than just a kiss on the cheek; It was a promise that something more than just friendship would blossom between the two, just a teaser, really, but the assurance was good enough. For once, it felt nice to be alive.
He fell to the ground, being the slave to his desires as he was, gesturing for her to do the same; while he wouldn't be suprised if she didn't. A smile crossed his face as he gazed at the sky, painted in pinks by the setting sun, the day leaving them as birds dotted the sky. He squinted at them, remembering when he used to feel such animosity towards them, being that they could fly through the sky so freely. He wanted to be one, to be able to glide through the air and make wishes on the stars above, closer than anyone else could ever be. But instead he had to make do with the airplanes and wish on them, only hoping for a dream to come true; but as he had learned on the perfect day, feeling the ghost of where Pixie's lips had touched, that perhaps that it wasn't in vain as he'd thought. Looking at Pixie, he could only think that all his wishes had come true, and whatever God above was looking out for him.
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CAN'T YOU SEE ME NOW, I'M POUNDING ON YOUR DOOR !!!
TAG. pixie hollow!
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MUSIC. THE ONLY EXCEPTION - paramore
NOTES. honestly, i didn't mean to write this much, but they are so ♥
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