Title: Depth.
Rating: PG – minor language.
Pairing: I suppose you could consider it mild, mild, mild, mild Raven/Liese.
Note: Correct me, even ONCE, on how I happen to spell Liese's name, and you will die a horrendously slow, torturous death.
This is tragically lacking. I wasn't in much of a mood to do anything with this, though this is what it came to be. Vince had told me it was good, though I doubt it entirely. Anyway, onto it.
I'll write a fanfic of choice if you guess who the lyrics are by. Just leave your address with your guess in the review.
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Weird.
I've always had this attraction toward the outside. I've always been adventurous and curious when it came to the world around me. But when I hear it, the chittering of the night bugs and the sway of the trees, I'm scared.
Call it stupid; blame it on the paranoia my mom had forced upon us, but in all honesty, the noise scares me.
Or, maybe not the noise. Maybe that, where that noise originates from, it's just so big. So damned huge. So real and beyond all of my imagination, vast and extravagant as it may happen to be. I think I could get lost if I just tried. But I could find myself, too, I bet, in a simple instant. It's kind of frightening to know that. And, there is so much that prohibits life itself within that area – well, 'area' is a very vague word in what I mean. But you all understand, mm?
You could go there and you could die. And there's not just one way, but there's thousands and millions. It's so hideously morbid, to know what the world holds for us. Hm. Perhaps not 'hold,' but more along the lines of 'to know what the world waits for us with.' Take one step and you're there. You're gone. And I'll miss you! Forevermore.
I'm getting strange looks, I'll wager. I want to live in a bubble. My own little, happy world – nothing wrong, everything lucid, yet so black and white. There is no gray, no in-between. The world couldn't touch me from my entrapment, I'd be as safe as.. nothing.
It's disgustingly 'nice' to know that there is nothing holding us from death, sans our ability and desire to live, no matter how weak it happens to become while we suffer.
Is it natural for me to think like this?
Maybe I'm talking out my ass and being poetic at the same time.
I really need sleep.
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& i'm motioning
still
they stand inside me & moments until the one i leave
colourless i kiss her cold forehead i feel life
loose it in a minute & the ones to come feel too far to care
people concertina to my private magic lantern move for me
with the senses all inclusive in the theatre of triggered memories..
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Her sigh was gentle and, for the most part, caught in her throat. She turned her gaze, frozen over and pale, upon him. He looked at her and his face broke into an expression foreign to his norm: a wan, wan smile.
It was nice to see him happy.
She blinked slowly and looked away, lifting an arm and pointing. Before them, lay a 'V' shaped mountain, lying upon its side. It looked as though it had been tipped over, like a toy. They stood between the two angular legs of the 'V,' facing the crook. In the center of it, hid a terribly small, circular opening, shrouded with both branches and even a semi-circular rock.
At the sight of it, she felt a jolt in her heart. A bitter smile formed quickly over what used to be a plain, flat line. "There."
Between her thoughts and gesturing, he had reached forward to her, taking her free hand into his own. He gave a brief squeeze to her palm and released it, then proceeded ahead of her carelessly. "Let's end this."