Feb 10, 2017
Me, staring longingly at my fic: if I go to sleep right now will you be done when I wake up
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Me, staring longingly at my fic: if I go to sleep right now will you be done when I wake up
he laughed then sighed. one could have trouble leaving you he said. with no look of surprise she whispered don't worry I'm used to it. HC
“i didn’t know him well, i only heard the extravagant stories that he had.” sochun chuckles lightly as he rubs his fingers together. all of the tabloids and news that surfaced online. no ounce of care whatsoever came from that man. to sleep with nine women, that was a feat that even he couldn’t best. “was it true? the stories about him sleeping with nine women at once?” counting his fingers. “i remember two were famous french ballerinas and it was all over the news... i didn’t quite believe it until he brought them to his own award ceremony. all of his fans must’ve been livid to see those two girls side by side.” but seeing how the girl wasn’t reaction, he could only frown softly while watching her tighten her jaw and suck in her cheeks. the moody alcoholic air and the silence in the table didn’t quite help with the awkwardness as he tried to muster courage. “..miyeong-ssi, how old would he be now.. if i may ask.” sochun asks nervously.
“are you done?” she snaps, trying to not bark. “lots of trash came out of your mouth and you have no excuse, whatsoever. no alcohol in your system, not even a drop. at least give me the benefit of doubt that you aren’t asking nonsensical questions— that you were just saying it because you drank soju.” even with at least near a dozen bottles on the table, empty, she didn’t feel buzzed. god, she sounded like him.
“sorry.”
grimacing to herself and rolling her eyes at the other, she shook her head before downing another shot. shot after shot, it all tasted like water. “34.. he’d be 34, just two weeks ago.” miyeong counted. down to the days. minutes and seconds were excessive, but she counted days. “he’d be here and i would’ve bought him as much cakes as he wanted and i’d be happy right now, sitting right next to me. and you wouldn’t be a thorn on my bottom because you wouldn’t exist in my life if he was still around.” maybe it was unorthodox for dates to sit on the same side and not across, but she saw no issue to it. “but he isn’t; because men are filthy insecure liars.”
bailey bailey quite contrary
not the inner wall of a castle
no more like an open prarie
or an open field flooding
bursting from a busted dam
soon sidewalks and roadways
become waterways
then the city is sinking
she can swim but
you’ll never see her diving in
head first, but headstrong
jumping for joy instead
then shivering in the end.
Inward. Like inhaling smoke, clenching your stomach, and slapping yourself on a panini press. That’s the extent of what Scott could describe of traveling so microscopic not even bacteria nor time acknowledged him.
“Take the lowest moment in your life, where you knew deep down it was the end, where everyone else believed it was your end, and sit with that emotion for what feels like a timeless eternity. Then some how try and go back to how it was before all that...”
Scott breathed steam onto the mirror and looked into his eyes and blinked. He struggled telling himself what happened after the incineration with Jack, for he only remembered the feeling of momentarily seizing to exist. Why couldn’t he just go back to jail?
He looked down into the sink and rolled his neck, easing his tension to the sound of the running water. One of his more focused struggles was Cassie’s plunge into his non-existant legacy. Especially with what he’d dealt with post trauma. How would he explain to Maggie if-
Scott coughed to change his thoughts.
Not again. He wouldn’t lose Cassie again.
I love that girl That girl who is as priceless as the Arkenstone As mighty as a master avatar As awesome and as loving as a Pokemon master As cuddly and peaceful as a hobbit And who is truly one of a kind like a masterball or a shiny Pokemon I love that girl
Cubby bear
Sadness motivates me to write.
Ann