Mysterious and Dark written by Polecat
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: YaaaaaaaaY! More IndieRocker!Specs, whoo!
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"Your breath is sweet ,your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth, on the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection, no gratitude or love.
Your loyalty is not to me, but to the stars above."
Again at Club Meadowlark, Specs sang his heart out to the crowd of people, bearing his feeling about a past lover.
He could still feel the silky black hair run through his fingers, see those dark eyes staring into his, feels those lips teasingly kiss across his chest.
The first boy he ever loved and the one who didn't love him back. Bumlets Figueroa, a poetic dreamer running from his past and fearing his future.
"Your Daddy he's an outlaw, and a wanderer by trade.
He'll teach you how to pick and choose, and how to throw the blade."
He never spoke to him about his father, but he knew, the Figueroa name was well known one. Bumlets feared he'd become his father, a broke man who'd pull any con and do any dirty job to feed himself and his family. Specs always tried to reassure him that he wouldn't, he was too beautiful to become that dark. But dark Bumlets was, mysterious and dark.
"One more cup of coffee for the road.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go, to the valley below."
His parting words after a long night together. They had explored every crevice of each other, Specs had wept several times, he knew Bumlets was going to leave him, he could feel it in his heart and in Bumlets' touch.
"Your sister sees the future, like your mama and yourself.
You've never learned to read or write, there's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits.
Your voice is like a meadowlark, but your heart is like an ocean, mysterious and dark."
He poured his heart out about his first love to a crowd of strangers, all strangers except for the blonde seated very near the stage, the boy he now loved. All strangers but him, and the dark figure near the back of the club, the one with the dark eyes, the one he only caught a glimpse of before he disappeared out the doors and into the streets of New York City.
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*wipes sweat from brow*
Holy Hell, Bumlets, give a writer a break, would ya?
Bumlets!Muse: *beams*
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: YaaaaaaaaY! More IndieRocker!Specs, whoo!
* * * *
"Your breath is sweet ,your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth, on the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection, no gratitude or love.
Your loyalty is not to me, but to the stars above."
Again at Club Meadowlark, Specs sang his heart out to the crowd of people, bearing his feeling about a past lover.
He could still feel the silky black hair run through his fingers, see those dark eyes staring into his, feels those lips teasingly kiss across his chest.
The first boy he ever loved and the one who didn't love him back. Bumlets Figueroa, a poetic dreamer running from his past and fearing his future.
"Your Daddy he's an outlaw, and a wanderer by trade.
He'll teach you how to pick and choose, and how to throw the blade."
He never spoke to him about his father, but he knew, the Figueroa name was well known one. Bumlets feared he'd become his father, a broke man who'd pull any con and do any dirty job to feed himself and his family. Specs always tried to reassure him that he wouldn't, he was too beautiful to become that dark. But dark Bumlets was, mysterious and dark.
"One more cup of coffee for the road.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go, to the valley below."
His parting words after a long night together. They had explored every crevice of each other, Specs had wept several times, he knew Bumlets was going to leave him, he could feel it in his heart and in Bumlets' touch.
"Your sister sees the future, like your mama and yourself.
You've never learned to read or write, there's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits.
Your voice is like a meadowlark, but your heart is like an ocean, mysterious and dark."
He poured his heart out about his first love to a crowd of strangers, all strangers except for the blonde seated very near the stage, the boy he now loved. All strangers but him, and the dark figure near the back of the club, the one with the dark eyes, the one he only caught a glimpse of before he disappeared out the doors and into the streets of New York City.
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*wipes sweat from brow*
Holy Hell, Bumlets, give a writer a break, would ya?
Bumlets!Muse: *beams*