Disclaimer: AshKetchumDarkside: Of course I'll do Touko X Lucas for you! Looketh: Yay! I'm so relieved that that chapter was funny, I was worrying that it wouldn't be. Insane Protag 8b: Ugh, my parents do that to me too, and I don't even really like shopping all that much. I'm glad my fic made you feel better, though! And that's a really cool theory- it makes sense, too.

Question: Don't have one. Sorry.

My Answer: I SAID I'M SORRY. God.

Characters: Silver X Blue, as requested by Rat2rrj.

Summary: This song, 'Fearless (250 and Dark Stars)' by Falling Up is absolutely perfect for these two.

Falling Stars

~Empty house far away

Lost in lonely space

From the shallows in love

To the depths of your scars

You know you want to change

In the rafters, a vate

Fixed and spinning late

There's a certain fear

Even light with control

Lights outside our homes

Wait for every tear~

There's a certain symmetry in the way you two move, a certain brokenness in the reflection you two share. Slide your intangible fingers up underneath the too tangible mask, and feel the tears lingering there; lie there under the bright sky of each other's presence, and wish on the falling stars in each other's eyes. Wish for that crack in the mirror in mend itself, and wish for that certain symmetry not to end in certain tragedy. Light that candle and pretend that you can glimpse a future in its fire. Blow it out again and save it for another day. Watch each other's backs and pretend like you don't know it's going to end soon, going to end in a bang and a whisper and a happily-never-after and –and –and – and

~So exit the fall

And now it's over

You're learning

It's all before your heart~

Love hangs heavy around your neck, and you can't tell if it's a noose or just a chain. No one ever said love was beautiful- it's far from. It's a symphony of confusion and emotion and fried nerve-endings, and you can't speak the feelings that are bubbling up in your throat aloud because Pryce always said mixing metaphors was bound to end in an explosion and you don't think you can bear to be burned again. And you were never one for poetry, but you'll write stanzas in your veins until your wrists start to bleed and you'll sing similes to the sky until the stars fall down to listen- listen- listen- listen

~I found a way out

Through everything I've known

I'm walking fearless

With my faith down and all that I own

Don't take my picture

Cause I won't be there standing alone

I'm living fearless, so fearless

Like every day's my own~

Press your mouths together and breathe promises into each other's lungs; lean your head against each other's chests and listen to the heart that sounds not like a shell echoing the never-seen seashore or home but the most beautiful mixture of both. Kiss away long-faded tears that only you can see, and be careful when you speak, because you don't want to reopen those invisible old wounds. Forever is strewn across your faces like falling stars, and as half-moon lips meet you find yourself thinking that maybe fate has pity- pity- pity- pity

~Steady hands in the planes

Calculated ways

To call it ailing in figure

Hearts far away

When you work so late

From a distant end~

There's beauty in a train wreck, and you know it well. It's a collision that burns like hellfire in your mind years after it's done, and the orchestra of grating metal that brings you to your knees and forces you to listen.

The two of you are more like the beauty of a falling star: there's no crash, no noise. Just the silence of the comet as it plummets down to earth, dazzling all of those it leaves in its wake- wake- wake- wake

~Call it what you want

Call it a game

Call it insane

All of these voices~

Differences weigh each other out to create flawless equilibrium, especially when the differences aren't all that different at all. The broken bones have been set, and the last star has fallen over the horizon. You aren't hand-in-hand, watching the world burn down; you're hand-in-hand, watching it resurrect itself again. You still dream in Technicolor, but you don't keep your eyes open when you kiss anymore. You still think in clunky sentences, but your voice is cinematic wonderment and final prayers answered- answered- answered- answered

~I'm calling from the back of your mind

From the places you'll never reside

Where your thoughts collide

See places and thousands of faces

All at the same time

Look, everybody close your eyes

Travel to the place in the back of your mind

The place you'll never reside

Where thoughts combine

See places and thousands of faces

All at the same time~

The skewed perceptions of those star-crossed always did sound most eloquent, especially when they were shared under the promise of the midnight ocean.