The 50 Themes Challenge
. By Moofy .
Aloli xx Kozue
A/N: This was just something me and Loomy-kins decided to do, because these challenges always sound so fun : . I wanted to post mine up here for the helluvit, but I dunno if Loomy will xD. We made up the themes ourselves, and had them be about our characters from a Loveless roleplay we did a while ago. None of the original Loveless characters are in it; it's kinda like an AU xD. ANYWAY, my drabbles are going to be about my characters, Aloli and Kozue. Even if you don't know them, I hope you still find these drabbles funny/cute/sweet/whatever. 3
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01 : Songfic ("These Words" - Natasha Bedingfield)
A hum of concentration echoed off the pale yellow walls of the room, originating from the figure that was currently hunched over the desk in the far corner. The sound bounced around the walls pretty easily; it was a plain, practically-empty room, after all. A desk. A bed against the window. A desk scattered with screwdrivers and mechanical parts. A cramped doorway closet and a dresser that was rarely in use, since she rarely ever took the time to put her clothing away. A drab calender hung on the wall above the desk, displaying graphics of automobiles instead of cute puppies with big, shiny eyes.
Because she was Aloli, typically untypical. Unusual, as usual. Grunge looked good on her.
She was grungy. And ungraceful. And not poetic. Which lead to the center of said girl's frustrations of the hour. A growl rumbing from her throat, she snapped her wrist in the direction the waste basket, and whatever she had thrown landed behind it, out of view. Standing up with a huff, she put her hands on her hips, looking down at the bothersome object.
But, no. It wasn't an overfried microwave she was trying to tweak up, or a wristwatch she was asked to fix.
It was a flimsy piece of paper.
These words are my own
Yes, her pencil dived down onto the paper, gliding over, scribbling words and words and no, no, what are you thinking writing that, that sounds too cheesy! and hence, another sheet is crumpled and thrown at the overflowing wastebasket to join its doomed siblings.
One fact could explain Aloli's strange behavior; tomorrow was the eighth anniversary of the day she and Kozue had first met.
Threw some chords together, the combination D-E-F
Its who I am, its what I do, and I was gonna lay it down for you
Sure, she could've just sing the lyrics of some sappy love song, holding a boombox blasting the music and screeching her heart out underneath his window, but she didn't seem too fond of that. Well, she still planned on the holding the boombox blasting the music and screeching her heart out underneath his window thing -- classic, but quirky -- but she didn't want to use a song already made.
She had such feelings for him. There was a spot on her heart, threatening to completely take the organ over, that held such dear emotions and feelings related to him, and she could easily tap into it and bathe in the warmth that was her love for him. She found herself doing it every day, when her job as a petty mechanic at The Garage made her feel sore and as cold as the metals she worked with. What she felt could be described in no one else's words but hers. And what better way to express such feelings than in song?
Pour her soul into a song, even if she couldn't sing, just for him. It was the least she could do.
I tried to focus my attention, but I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, some inspiration, but its not coming easily
She wanted to word it perfectly, find the absolute best melody that her heart hummed whenever she was simply in his presence, but sadly, words were never her thing. All she knew was the pure love that she felt, but as she was finding out right now, she just couldn't put it in human words. Anything that finally came to her head was written down, then read over and given a look of disapproval; it didn't seem enough, it didn't express it quite enough, it needed to sound more meaningful.
"Why can't I just do this right?" the brunette mumbled to herself, propping her head up with her hand as she already found herself doodling things on the side of the paper, from random squiggles to neat car designs she hoped to build someday. If only feelings came as easily to her as mechanics did.
Read some Bryon Shelley and Keates
Recited it over a hip-hop beat
I'm havin' trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines
Humming to herself, she tapped her bare foot against the oil-stained carpet and drummed her fingers on the desk, scanning the words she had down and trying to get a beat that would fit them -- occasionally letting her head fall into her open palm with a loud smack! whenever she thought of a good line, but everything seemed too similar to a song already in existence. She didn't want this song to be like any else. She wanted it to be remembered as hersong to him whenever a line from it was recited.
It was her embodiment of feelings, her saying 'I need you', not Leanne Rime's.
There must have been another way to express such an emotion!
You know I had some studio time booked
But I couldn't find a killer hook
Now you're gonna raise the bar right up
Nothin' I write is ever good enough
Sighing, she let her head rest against her folded arms on the desk, peridot-green eyes staring helplessly at the messy handwriting on the paper of words that seemed to be so empty and unimportant now that she reviewed them. They just didn't feel like enough.
Letting her mind wander, she realized that even if she did manage to write good lyrics and find the right beat, the music was the problem. She had no musical talents at all. And there was absolutely no musical intruments in her house; not even a standard piano. Maybe all she needed was her voice? But no, she had the singing voice of a rat; she didn't want to damage his hearing. She wanted it to be perfect. She wanted to be perfect.
I'm gettin' off my stage
The curtains pull away
No hyperboles to hide behind
My naked soul exposes
Whoa
Looking at the clock, it was already five in the morning. Groaning, she hauled herself up from her chair and plopped face-first onto her bed, feeling exhausted but her struggling mind not letting her eyes stay closed for long. Glancing out the open window, the sky was already starting to be stained with pastel pinks and purples as the sun peeked above the horizon. The peaceful scene made Aloli want to scream; if the world wasn't going to woe over her problems with her, then who was?
Pouting, her eyes instictively flickered toward the movement outside. A mockingbird sat perched on the rim of the overhanging roof right outside her window, one of the first birds to be awake. Not too long after, another came and landed right next to it, fluffing up its feathers slightly before nudging its beak towards the other, a squirming worm wriggling between it. Aloli couldn't help but smile at the two literal lovebirds (and tried not to laugh as she used that term in her head, because really, they were lovebirds). Their love was so simple. So simple and carefree.
She froze for a moment. So simple...
Tryin' to find the magic
Tryin' to write a classic
Wastebin full of paper
Clever rhymes -- see ya later
She grinned, widely, ridiculously, and silently thanked those simple little birds outside as she rolled off the bed and onto her feet, swiping her arms over her desk and dumping all the little notes of fluffy sayings and doodles into the already-full trashcan, half of it missing the can itself but she didn't care, because she was Aloli, typically untypical. Unusual, as usual.
And she had just thought of the perfect thing to say.
These words are my own, from my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There's no other way to better say
I love you, I love you
It was already six in the morning, and the purple-haired boy himself was making his way through the creaky, vine-covered gate in front of Aloli's house, already dressed and ready to walk with the girl to school. Yawning as two mockingbirds flew right in front of his path, he found the big oak door through sleepy eyes and knocked on it. But as soon as his fist collided with the door just once, it flew open and he was tackled to the ground in a blur of brown curls, pale skin, and white-tipped cat ears and tail.
"Uuugh..." Kozue groaned, trying to pick his head up after it went slamming into the ground. Opening one eye and managing to sit up, he glanced down where he found Aloli clinging to his brown sweatshirt, face snuggled comfortably in his chest. "Err, Aloli? You're still in your pajamas..." he commented, rubbing her back, only slightly worried. "Up all night working again?"
These words are my own, from my heart flow
I love you, I love you
That's all I've got to say
Can't think of a better way
And that's all I've got to say
I love you, is that okay?
Aloli replied with a low mutter.
"Good morning. I love you."