title: Touched
Author: PNS*
Notes: I love this song and it's getitng kinda popular now. I think it reminds me of the darkness in B and S's relationship.
Touched by Vast and Pandora North Star*
\\Touched
You say that I am doomed
So much of what you say, is true
I'll never find someone quite like you
Again
I'll never find someone like you, like you, like you//
His fingers flicked in rapid motion. The match lit. Then he tossed it forward. It hit the photos and a spark flew up. Flames licked the paper as smoke began rising. Then heat. He smiled. Then he took the knife. It glinted in the flames.
"I hate you. I hate you. I don't love you. You don't own me." He pulled the knife across his skin. It penetrated, drawing blood to the surface which trickled into the fire. "Take it all. You tainted it." The pictures crumpled. The face was distorted. "You ruined the taste for me." It poured into the flames, the iron in it making the flames dance with color.
\\Razors and the dying roses bleed
I don't need you
Alone the demigods and ghosts have died
God knows I'm not at home
I'll never find someone quite like you
I'll never find someone quite like you//
He lay cold, empty, on the ground. The smell of smoke hung heavy in the early morning air. He laughed. Now the smell of burning flesh mixed with that of burning iron. It was revolting. Not that he noticed. He closed his eyes and thought only of freedom. Some shadow overcame him. It relieved the pain for a moment and he opened his eyes. His ecstacy was replaced with horror.
"Get up."
"No. You don't own me. You can't tell me what to do. I don't care what you say."
"I'll make you get up." She grabbed his collar and pulled him into the shadows.
\\I, I looked into your eyes
And saw all that does not exist
I, I looked into your eyes
And saw all that I wish I wasn't//
"What did you do that for? Thought you wanted me dead?" He said bitterly. His head swam and pounded with an echoing ring.
"Not yet." She wrapped a dirty piece of cloth on the severed artery and scrubbed the burned areas with pleasure. She did it extra hard over his exposed chest. He groaned in pain and seething anger. He was supposed to be dead. "You've got people to help. Like my sister."
"Like hell you need me. I'm a soddin waste of flesh."
"In the vaguest sense we need you. Don't get any ideas. You're just lucky I was jogging by."
"In a skirt? You liar." He closed his eyes, her face smirking behind his eyelids. He wanted to bash her brains in.
"See you around." She walked to the door and left the crypt. She saw the charred dirt and the ashes and noticed half of a photo. Picking it up she felt a chill go through her.
\\I'll never find someone quite as touched as you
I'll never love someone the way I love you//
Jogging by. Yeah. Like hell she would give into him. She wanted no part of him. Going with somebody that consumed with love would spell disaster. She didn't need to see the way he looked at her to know that. She wouldn't be consumed by his passion. Oh and eww much?
Author: PNS*
Notes: I love this song and it's getitng kinda popular now. I think it reminds me of the darkness in B and S's relationship.
Touched by Vast and Pandora North Star*
\\Touched
You say that I am doomed
So much of what you say, is true
I'll never find someone quite like you
Again
I'll never find someone like you, like you, like you//
His fingers flicked in rapid motion. The match lit. Then he tossed it forward. It hit the photos and a spark flew up. Flames licked the paper as smoke began rising. Then heat. He smiled. Then he took the knife. It glinted in the flames.
"I hate you. I hate you. I don't love you. You don't own me." He pulled the knife across his skin. It penetrated, drawing blood to the surface which trickled into the fire. "Take it all. You tainted it." The pictures crumpled. The face was distorted. "You ruined the taste for me." It poured into the flames, the iron in it making the flames dance with color.
\\Razors and the dying roses bleed
I don't need you
Alone the demigods and ghosts have died
God knows I'm not at home
I'll never find someone quite like you
I'll never find someone quite like you//
He lay cold, empty, on the ground. The smell of smoke hung heavy in the early morning air. He laughed. Now the smell of burning flesh mixed with that of burning iron. It was revolting. Not that he noticed. He closed his eyes and thought only of freedom. Some shadow overcame him. It relieved the pain for a moment and he opened his eyes. His ecstacy was replaced with horror.
"Get up."
"No. You don't own me. You can't tell me what to do. I don't care what you say."
"I'll make you get up." She grabbed his collar and pulled him into the shadows.
\\I, I looked into your eyes
And saw all that does not exist
I, I looked into your eyes
And saw all that I wish I wasn't//
"What did you do that for? Thought you wanted me dead?" He said bitterly. His head swam and pounded with an echoing ring.
"Not yet." She wrapped a dirty piece of cloth on the severed artery and scrubbed the burned areas with pleasure. She did it extra hard over his exposed chest. He groaned in pain and seething anger. He was supposed to be dead. "You've got people to help. Like my sister."
"Like hell you need me. I'm a soddin waste of flesh."
"In the vaguest sense we need you. Don't get any ideas. You're just lucky I was jogging by."
"In a skirt? You liar." He closed his eyes, her face smirking behind his eyelids. He wanted to bash her brains in.
"See you around." She walked to the door and left the crypt. She saw the charred dirt and the ashes and noticed half of a photo. Picking it up she felt a chill go through her.
\\I'll never find someone quite as touched as you
I'll never love someone the way I love you//
Jogging by. Yeah. Like hell she would give into him. She wanted no part of him. Going with somebody that consumed with love would spell disaster. She didn't need to see the way he looked at her to know that. She wouldn't be consumed by his passion. Oh and eww much?