Title: Aerial, the Remix
Pairing: one-sided Ginny/Tonks
Summary: 205 words. Summed up, a few new phrases. Cryptic, fast, flashing, and dark.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: See the original. Also, "I like to play it but I sure don't like the racket" is borrowed from The Pursuit Of Happiness.
Believe me, I know how to get away. My voice and thighs are [I]all that's left of me[/I]. And my hair, flaring up, protecting me when I've stopped caring. Red ribbons tied around my wrists to keep away the voices in my head. I kiss boys, yeah, but they can't take it further. Hands up my robes, sure. Say the words and I'm [I]gone[/I]. Like a flash of light, below the scalp I am all shadows. [I]I like to play it but I sure don't like the racket.[/I] Because if I let anyone in I'll be screaming, screaming, and I like the way you are today. Huddled inside my jacket I watch you, and I memorize the things that stay. I know I'm not supposed to do this stuff because [I]I love you[/I] is, like as not, a trick of the mind or pen. But, well, there you are and I can't make this go away. And then I didn't need him to float anymore; I could do it [I]on my own[/I]. Stay, squeeze, knit, pearl, find the place where the breath comes slow. Yeah, well, I'll always know. Except all my deficiences are [I]coming[/I] back, full. Force. Fuck you, Nym, you've stolen my [I]grip[/I].
Pairing: one-sided Ginny/Tonks
Summary: 205 words. Summed up, a few new phrases. Cryptic, fast, flashing, and dark.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: See the original. Also, "I like to play it but I sure don't like the racket" is borrowed from The Pursuit Of Happiness.
Believe me, I know how to get away. My voice and thighs are [I]all that's left of me[/I]. And my hair, flaring up, protecting me when I've stopped caring. Red ribbons tied around my wrists to keep away the voices in my head. I kiss boys, yeah, but they can't take it further. Hands up my robes, sure. Say the words and I'm [I]gone[/I]. Like a flash of light, below the scalp I am all shadows. [I]I like to play it but I sure don't like the racket.[/I] Because if I let anyone in I'll be screaming, screaming, and I like the way you are today. Huddled inside my jacket I watch you, and I memorize the things that stay. I know I'm not supposed to do this stuff because [I]I love you[/I] is, like as not, a trick of the mind or pen. But, well, there you are and I can't make this go away. And then I didn't need him to float anymore; I could do it [I]on my own[/I]. Stay, squeeze, knit, pearl, find the place where the breath comes slow. Yeah, well, I'll always know. Except all my deficiences are [I]coming[/I] back, full. Force. Fuck you, Nym, you've stolen my [I]grip[/I].