I'm writing a series of vignettes, just short snippets inside of the
relationship between George and Fred. Some parts are dark (especially this
one) and some are more light. It's an ongoing thing. This is the first
part.
Written by: SeraCeleste
Rating: R for violence and character death :(
Disclaimer: JKR is Alanis and I'm Loki looking for some redemption here.
...Dogma fans understand ;) For those not aware, JKR owns all and I'm only
writing this for my own perverted amusement.
Twins
My hand on yours, entwining fingers, turning my head I watch our hands. Dancing, shimmering in the fading light of the sun, twin fingers. Look a likes sliding within one another. Pulling me close for one kiss sliding of lips and sliding of tongues. Pulling away. Looking in your eyes. You're so much like me it scares me.
Cupping your face. Thumbs pushing into your cheeks. I hear you gasp but I can't stop. I need you, I need this. I need us. Dragging my hands painfully through your hair and into those fire engine locks of hair. Pushing your head back dragging my tongue down that familiar throat. Am I kissing you? Am I kissing myself? Who I am, who are you? I don't know...don't know anymore...
In my lap, in my arms, holding me to you. Crying in my neck, sobbing my name. Whose name? Whose tears? I don't know...don't know... looking up at me, staring in my eyes. You're fearfull, you're alive. You're dying all at once. What are you doing? What are you saying?
"No more Fred...no more.." You keep saying it but I don't know if it even makes sense any longer. But the knife in your hand glints in the evening. Holding it up above your head. I say naught. I stare at your hands. Beautiful hands. So much like mine. "I can't. You understand. We have to stop...I have to stop..."
You have a scar on the inside of your wrist. I remember we were running in the fields behind the house and you fell. Scraped your arm across a sharp rock. There was so much blood, so much, so much blood. Running down your arm and I crumbled to the ground with you. I felt it in my own arm. My twin of arm. Screaming in agony. I stare at your hands and I feel it in the pit of my stomach.
The glide of metal within soft flesh. Pushing further and dragging. Blood. So much blood. There are tears in your eyes. Beautiful twin eyes. My eyes, your eyes. Whose are whose? "I love you..." That's what I say. I love you. My twin. Beautiful, beautiful twin...
And it's black. Except for your eyes. The vibrant blue are all I see. Eyes like mine. Twin eyes.
My hand on yours, entwining fingers, turning my head I watch our hands. Dancing, shimmering in the fading light of the sun, twin fingers. Look a likes sliding within one another. Pulling me close for one kiss sliding of lips and sliding of tongues. Pulling away. Looking in your eyes. You're so much like me it scares me.
Cupping your face. Thumbs pushing into your cheeks. I hear you gasp but I can't stop. I need you, I need this. I need us. Dragging my hands painfully through your hair and into those fire engine locks of hair. Pushing your head back dragging my tongue down that familiar throat. Am I kissing you? Am I kissing myself? Who I am, who are you? I don't know...don't know anymore...
In my lap, in my arms, holding me to you. Crying in my neck, sobbing my name. Whose name? Whose tears? I don't know...don't know... looking up at me, staring in my eyes. You're fearfull, you're alive. You're dying all at once. What are you doing? What are you saying?
"No more Fred...no more.." You keep saying it but I don't know if it even makes sense any longer. But the knife in your hand glints in the evening. Holding it up above your head. I say naught. I stare at your hands. Beautiful hands. So much like mine. "I can't. You understand. We have to stop...I have to stop..."
You have a scar on the inside of your wrist. I remember we were running in the fields behind the house and you fell. Scraped your arm across a sharp rock. There was so much blood, so much, so much blood. Running down your arm and I crumbled to the ground with you. I felt it in my own arm. My twin of arm. Screaming in agony. I stare at your hands and I feel it in the pit of my stomach.
The glide of metal within soft flesh. Pushing further and dragging. Blood. So much blood. There are tears in your eyes. Beautiful twin eyes. My eyes, your eyes. Whose are whose? "I love you..." That's what I say. I love you. My twin. Beautiful, beautiful twin...
And it's black. Except for your eyes. The vibrant blue are all I see. Eyes like mine. Twin eyes.