A.N. WHAT. YES. I'M ALIVE.
And back on the swing. All thanks to the lovely xWhiteChanx. This one goes out to her (assuming she's a she.)
MagmaJewelshipping.
a kindred soul
It was a soft smile, the one he showed her. It was kind and it was earnest. How long had it been since anything in her life was as earnest as that boy? That boy with mahogany eyes and porcelain skin. That boy who -when she had been praying for someone, anyone, to pass her that spark of hope- brushed his fingers with hers, peaceful words on his lips.
But he was long gone and wrapped up in cyan eyes of a wild child and she was alone with the ghosts of a past organization whispering in her ears. Courtney was not one to wear her heart on her sleeve, or one to even pin the beating thing on her shirt pocket, so why had she so willingly given that fragile heart to him? Ruby, a boy who would never, could never consider anyone else but that girl he so often bickered with.
(Even if neither of them would admit it, Courtney knew that they both had feelings harbored for each other; that her wanting heart would never matter.)
She had met a kindred soul that inspired hers and had changed her ways. And she had fallen for that smile and that wisdom and that hope he lit aflame. But just as quick as he came into her life with a fury of new beginnings, he left in a blink, the words of beauty and partings fresh on the fingertips of that goodbye wave.
A.N. Short, but these are drabbles and I didn't want to push it. I really really like that last line, though. I know there's a lot of controversy on whether her name is Courtney/Marge, but always playing the games, I just got used to calling her Courtney.
I'm really sorry about not being here in ages, but I made a goal to keep writing. So updates will be Tuesdays or Wednesdays, once a week.
Also: Now that I'm back in the swing, should I make a tumblr for Layne Muffins? For like, updates, previews, songs, doodles, the whole shibang? Vote on my profile or if you're not logged in or whatever, comment, I guess. I kinda like the idea, but I don't think anyone would follow me. eh.