Written
By Seniya
It's
been raining since you left me
Now I'm drowning in the flood
You
see I've always been a fighter
But without you I give up
Always by Bon Jovi
#01 Motion
And the world itself seems to slow down, stunned by the words that she's just whispered to him; outside the birds don't sing and the wind has become paralyzed…and then, as though mirroring the awakening from a dream, he smiles at her…and the earth moves in slow motion for a long while; but by the time he has taken her lips with his, the birds are singing again.
#02 Cool
He doesn't look at her; undoubtedly terrified of allowing her to see the changes in his entire demeanor that her presence has evoked…play it cool, he tells himself…she doesn't want to know.
#03 Young
They were too young…obviously; children weren't meant to see the bittersweet romanticism of the battlefield; children weren't meant to feel this lonely…never so young; children weren't meant to feel this way…to need each other…to want each other…never so young.
#04 Last
But tomorrow is like a hunter, constantly seeking out happiness for its prey, and he knows, just as he's always known from the first glimpse of the morning star lounging on the horizon; that this sweet, blissful feeling cannot last.
# 05 Wrong
She's tried to convince herself about the immorality of what she's been doing…she wouldn't be feeling this guilty if it weren't she knows; but every time that she tries to tell herself that this is wrong, he looks at her in a way that makes her feel so right.
# 06 Gentle
Oh God, he's missed her…and it shows in the way that he kisses her…hungrily, passionately…it doesn't last; her lips are trembling beneath his, and her breath is warming his frigid soul…she's gentling him, and he can't stop her.
#07 One
These were the thoughts that had stayed with him over countless restless nights…the scent of her skin…the taste of the flesh of her neck…and of course that one particularly sultry memory of the way she would gasp his name when he…and she…when they…
#08 Thousand
She didn't know why a thousand was considered by some to be such a vast quantity…it wasn't…she was certain of that, because she must have kissed him a thousand times and she still wasn't satisfied.
# 09 King
He was being stupid (as usual), and he was being reckless (again); he was trying to impress her (but failing); and all she could think of feeling towards him right now was aggravation…but thinking and doing are two very different things, and truthfully the king of her emotions was currently humor, crowned with concern.
#10 Learn
She wasn't as…experienced as some girls…well, most if those stories that Irma told her were true…and it bothered her—more than she cared to admit…there really wasn't even anything that she could do about it, being so damn…introverted; could she really teach herself to be more outgoing…was a different personality even something that you could learn?
#11 Blur
He was standing before her…carefully avoiding her gaze, staring at the wall behind her because the stones would never dare to question his decisions, she knew all of this even though she could see him; for her vision was already terribly blurred, her throat remarkably swollen, and her cheeks strangely damp.
#12 Wait
He wanted her to say it…he could dream of the wistful, honest look that would paint her face once she did…but she didn't, instead rewarding his patience with silence and a small smile; he was deterred yes, but never pessimistic, it didn't matter…to hear her say those three words, he'd be foolish enough to wait forever.
#13 Change
"Everyone can see it," Hay Lin had told her once (obviously in an attempt to pry more…luscious details from her), "everything about you two has changed…he doesn't look at you the same way…there's passion there now…like Vivien Leigh…Clark Gable…Gone With The Wind…don't roll your eyes, Will…hey…w-where are you going?"
#14 Command
She always complained about him being a control freak…obsessive compulsive…something or the other; but if she only knew the way that he struggled to command his heart to stop jumping about when he saw her looking at him…or the way that he always failed to persuade the hair on his arms from standing on end whenever she touched him…she'd stop complaining.
#15 Hold
He'd tried to simply forget about her…difficult because he'd had to see her everyday…so then he'd tried to be loyal, to be noble at least…he was already in love, he had Cornelia already…so why would he want…no, he hadn't asked for it…why would he? She could drive him beyond the brink of madness with a single glance; she could make his blood boil and his skin freeze with the lightest brush of her fingers…and that hair…oh God that crimson red mane, whichhad the greatest hold on him of all on him.
#16 Need
She needed him…more than she'd ever thought that it would be possible to need another human being; she craved his touch (without it she was certain that she'd disintegrate), she longed to feel his sturdy arms about her waist, beneath her shirt…caressing her in a way that she knew she should feel terrible about…but she couldn't, for even greater was her need to feel that bone chilling rush of exhilaration once again; the collision of emotion and sensation that always left her breathless.
#17 Vision
She was forever stunning, even if she didn't believe that…in fact, she had this habit of hiding her beauty behind her hair and her freckles, telling herself that she wasn't pretty enough; but in his eyes…especially now, standing before him in a gown of the purest whites, she was, simply put, a vision.
#18 Attention
There was always going to be that level of nervousness whenever she realized that she had his full attention; her mind would fluster, her thoughts would jumble and her mouth would dry out even as she tried to think of something…nice…to say.
#19 Soul
It was amazing how he'd allowed her to slip so far beneath his skin; long past the layers of flesh, even drilling far past the bone to linger, stagnant in the confines of his soul.
#20 Picture
He could already see her face in his weary mind, she'd be upset…and she'd try to conceal the worry that would of course overwhelm her watery brown eyes, and she'd kiss him…she'd meet his lips and capture him with a tenderness that made him lightheaded just to imagine it; oh yes, his head throbbed, his back ached, and he was fairly certain that his arms might simply fall off at any given second…but he kept moving, because the thought of her kiss…the picture of her face, made a potent anesthetic.
#21 Fool
He could feel, more than he could see her tears; she was sobbing uncontrollably right next to him, curled up into a tiny, protective ball, convinced that he must be asleep…he should have never told her that…he could have tried to pretend for a little while longer…anything if it made her happy…but he hadn't (fool that he was, he could never realize the sensible thing until it was too late), he'd told her the truth…now, staring at the consequences he wished that he could at least recall some way to stop her tears.
#22 Mad
Survival was an instinct, and thus he supposed that jealousy was one as well; nothing else could explain the surge of anger that he'd experienced at seeing her holding hands with that…foot-licker of a boyfriend…well anger, and of course psychosis; he must be mad after all, why should he care if Will held hands with her…boyfriend?
#23 Child
Will of course, had always considered herself as being very mature…well maybe not as grown-up as some of her contemporaries; but you don't make it through two massive wars without developing some sort of growth spurt…but he cripples that, for when she's in his arms, she feels like a child, all warm and foolishly excited, as though it's the best thing to ever happen to her…silly, really.
#24 Now
'Not now,' she whispers, Will closes her eyes and prays…to any entity who will listen…but the Gods have been deaf, they've been unreachable for days…a sob is born in her chest, and she fears to let it go, 'I can't go on without him,' she cries, not even registering the reply, the solitary voice whispering: "I know."
#25 Shadow
These feelings were like a shadow, darkening his heart, they were made large and powerful by the emotions that threatened to overcome him…well, not even threatened any more, he was already a victim, albeit a completely content, almost ecstatic victim…it felt nice to be covered, there was safety here he could feel it; after everything, he'd decided that he'd rather have company in the shadows that to be alone in the light.
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Author: Oh God, sentence prompts, look, I'm chopping this down from 50 drabbles to 26, one for each crappy episode that we had to endure this season. Then I'm back to my angsting, and you can go back to loving me…
I'm gonna be doing the like the A,B,C,D thing that they tried to make cute this season, except well, since my mind doesn't move in normal people's order, expect them to look like R, L, O, V, T, Z. You understand…plus I only decided to do this after my English teach gave me a 10,000 word research project to do…you understand that too.
And yes, I know that these aren't really one sentence…but aren't ellipses fun? I used a lot of hes and shes in this, seeing as I am planning of using these as Zutara drabbles too… the next twenty-five should be up by Wednesday.
Thanks for tolerating me so far!