send me a ♪ and i will write a short drabble about our muses, based on the first song that comes up on shuffle;
where you'll find me now - neutral milk hotel
All I perceive is wasted and broken
Silvery streams, sacred when spoken
Slam into me and into the ditch of debris.
And you smoke in the park, you sleep in the greenery,
Everyone barks but all still believing
To tear out your heart would send all your secrets to me,
But I let you down,
And swollen and small is where you'll find me now
With that silver stripping off
From my tongue you're tearing out,
And you'll never hear me talk.
Your teeth believe that teeth are for tearing
Tear into me and the scent of you sweating
Smells good to me, as long as we keep in our clothes
And out in the dark, the world is still rolling,
Kids in their cars, cigarette smoking
And all that they are, just reeks with the sweetest belief.
But I let you down,
And swollen and small is where you'll find me now,
With that silver stripping off
From my tongue you're tearing out,
And you'll never hear me talk.
All I could want is silver and spinning
Out from your arms and into the pretty
Pit of your heart - so simply and softly we'd flow.
But I let you down,
And swollen and small is where you'll find me now,
With that silver stripping off
From my tongue you're tearing out,
And you'll never hear me talk.
Into you I will glow.
Into you.
[ au where ren's a pathological liar even in death where everything's made up and the points don't matter!
So it's easy when she shows up in his car, feet on the dashboard and promises of bright lights and carnies and funnel cake on her tongue.
By the time they get to the island, they're maybe probably on their fourth blunt, and she hasn't been in her seat for the last two, deciding that it'd probably be easier to run her fingers through his undercut if she was on his lap. It's behind heavy eyelashes that he notices, not for the first time, that she has summer teeth, sunshine that bites into his skin and leaves him burnt.
He pockets the tickets when they leave the booth, already falling in the direction of a concession stand, Kiko already maudlin, leaning into him when the carnival's tall man steps over them in stilts, tugging and tugging and tugging until she has her hands occupied with shaved ice and cotton candy, mouths full of hot dog. The works. He thinks the view from the top of the ferris wheel looks oddly like a card punched kaleidoscope lens, spots of focus and glittering lights, multiplied and magnified, bright lights and skewed lines bleeding into slow drips and cotton candied breaths.
They're spinning, fingers reaching out to clutch at walls that aren't really there, pushing each other along and smearing face paint on each other's necks along the way, eyes pits of endless pretty. Someone somewhere watches their skin peel into neon colors reflecting and refracting, nails digging into their own skin, quick to purple as the cinnamon sugar waxes bitter in their mouths.
It's only when their wallets come back empty do they decide it might be a good idea to head back, falling into each other for a good while before she nicks the bottom of her bare foot on crushed glass, climbing onto his back to be carried. She lost her shoes somewhere between the fun house and the fortune teller, distracted by the carnies and how the world made more sense behind distorted glass, cheshire smiles and bearded ladies.
Kiko's on her kick about aliens by the time the carnival music's turned to white noise, blanketed by cicadas chirping and he's trying to get the key into the key hole, eyes foggy. She's looking up into the stars like they're going to fall any minute and she can't wait to be home. She gets that look, and they're both cross faded as all fuck but it doesn't explain the feeling he gets, knowing that she's not looking up, but back. Knowing that neither of them really belong here, but there, silver and burning, pockmarks in the dark of the universe, but choosing to sit on the hood of a beat up vista cruiser. Just because.
So when they get cut off by a sedan on the bridge back to the mainland, he thinks about the slow slide of her fingers with his, how the river they didn't finish crossing is more debris than water, and how the truck slamming into them is absolutely glowing, and they're laughing, all teeth, because they had it all wrong.
