| Subject: Entangled in One's Song |
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F.a.I.s.R.h.E
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Date Posted: 06/19/09 12:43:34pm
In reply to:
christiecee.
's message, "wrapped in piano strings." on 06/19/09 5:20:57am
Take nothing for granted
It's all in your head
Remember the nightmares
To her your just dead.
The warm summer air called for some shelter. It was far to warm to be waltzing about outside with lack of purpose. Even more so when one was often seen accommodated with a black and brown leather jacket, slick and smart, just as it's owner. So the blonde male wished it cooler wishes never do come true and had removed his overcoat which was now slung lazily over his shoulder, kept from sliding off by pale curved fingers.
Ash looked just like he did a year ago. Blonde hair never quite reaching his shoulders, blue eyes overcast and mysterious, swagger as carefree and lazy as the man himself. He was the spitting image of what everyone remembered. Ash, the man who came and went as he pleased. No one knew where he lived and no one cared to find out. He was trouble in it's most curious form.
A warm, pale hand pushed open the door to the club, the cool air from the AC hit him gustily, ruffling his feather like locks. For a few moments, he stood in the doorway heaving a deep sigh of self-pity. No one he knew was here at the moment. It was a mass of dancing strangers...he glided over to the bar, plopping down beside the ginger quietly, laying his jacket on the empty chair to his left.
"Achtung..." the man said looked to his right at the girl. Another one he had never seen before Ash, she's probably English...not German perhaps new to the area? Who knew...he hadn't dropped by in so long...maybe he was new. Where is that #$%@ waiter... Ash leaned his head on his shoulder as he looked at her, black shirt wrinkling under the pressure. Not that all your clothes aren't already wrinkled. He thought about his clothes. True...his boots had seen better days...and his blue jeans were ripped at the bottom and a bit at the knee...but he wasn't that bad. Pig... his inner self remarked silently. His thoughts had been intruding lately, causing all sorts of fuss in his mind and manner.
Remember the nightmares
It's true, you're just dead.
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