You clicked your heels and wished for me
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Thread Topic: You clicked your heels and wished for me
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For Rose. Love you.
"Fireflies or lightning bugs?"
Rosemary starts when someone sits beside her, crunching and shifting the sand under their bottom as they get comfortable. Her hand is reaching for a sword hilt that isn't even there before he's even opened his mouth to speak, and even the knowledge that she knows this voice, she is still unsettled by the fact that, despite being able to feel the heat coming off of him, Elroy is invisible next to her.
To rephrase: It is too dark for her to see him. There is no moon tonight, and the thick blanket of clouds above them blot out the stars, promising a morning rain to the world. At her feet, the lake rolls itself out, tickling her bare toes before rushing back, gulping and bubbling the way that lakes do. Her friend, Aveni, says that water has its own language that man isn't patient enough to understand.
Rosemary has spent many, many hours sitting on the shoreline, listening, and has found that the water must not want to speak to her in particular.
The only sounds other than the water is the rough noise of her brushing caked sand off her thighs and calves, where it stuck itself after she swam. Other than her hair, the towel around her shoulders has dried the majority of her body. The shirt she wears belongs to Vernon, and it peeks where her chest rises a bit, barely coming to her thigh. He's not, or wasn't, much taller than her. Under it, she is naked, which doesn't say much about Rosemary, as she always feels naked without her sword. It sits on the other side of her, on top of her pants and underclothes, and she could reach it easily.
But, her guest, though unexpected, is only Elroy. Which is to say that her sword wouldn't do much good with him anyways, so it's lucky that she doesn't need it. She pulls the towel tighter around herself and watches as one of the before mentioned bugs bumps against the glass of the mason jar sitting above her. It's lid has holes poked in it, but she doesn't plan to take them home. In fact, she isn't watching the ones in captivity at all. Eyes following a blinking light skimming across the water, she leans back and breaths, heart finally slowed to a normal pace.
"Lightning bugs," She admits after a moment. "When I was a baby, I had a.. What are those things called, the ones that go over cribs?"
"The things that spin, to calm babies down? A mobile," He offers, as one of the lightning bugs/fireflies blinks its way between them, momentarily illuminating half of his face. In that single second, it doesn't feel odd for it to be next to her, even if it is her and Vernon's beach, even if it has always been their beach, and even if she doesn't know why or how he knows about it, and what brought him.
In that second, it feels right.
The water gurgles, sweeping cool over her toes. She comes back to herself.
"Right," Rosemary continues, "I had a mobile with stars and s--- above my crib, and in the middle was a lightning bug. Not a real one, you know."
She pauses, gives him a second to respond. Vernon would have cut it with something like, "Obviously," or maybe one of his now-it-all-scoffs. Elroy doesn't say anything, just shifts a bit closer to the jar and, by extension, her.
"It was made of crystal. Really pretty. Had a little enchanted light in the middle that changed colors, threw them all over the room. I still have it, somewhere, and I had meant to put it over Jude's crib, but I completely forgot about it. Anyways, it was made by a company called Lightning Bug. The box it came in had the fancy logo and everything. They make, you know, lighting fixtures that are lightning bug themed," She finishes finally, a blush ghosting its way onto her cheeks as she realizes exactly how long she's been talking.
Two lightning bugs/fireflies dance over their heads, lazily circling each other. They're fat and slow, casting long trails of light onto Elroy's face. She realizes that she's been staring right at him this whole time, though unable to see him.
She can see him now.
He looks a bit like art: All harsh light and soft shadow, eyelashes casting odd lines across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. The silence fits the illusion his surroundings create, and he's gorgeous in the way that Rosemary has always noticed but never paid attention to.
For all their similar traits, he and Vernon and like two opposite phases of the moon. And, suddenly, Elroy isn't the new moon, missing from the sky like the one tonight.
He is the full moon, all of it, bold and glorious and something otherworldly. He has an orbit of his own, suddenly.
Rosemary doesn't realize she's crying until a tear falls onto her hand, and she snatches it back like she's been burned. Although she's never been very good at reading people outside of telling if they're lying or not, it's obvious that Elroy had, too, been lost in his own thoughts, because he jumps back a little, and both their hands go to their swords. His is the first to come away from its hilt, as he takes her hand and studies it, looking for a wound, or burn, or bite mark.
She holds her breath while he brushes a finger over the freckles on the inside of her wrist, as he examines her callouses and scars, both new and healed, and takes longer than he probably needs since she's obviously fine.
It feels, oddly, like the most intimate encounter she has ever had with another person. A shiver runs down her spine as his nails trace feather-gentle over her knuckles. He slips his fingers between hers and looks up, face composed and lips parted slightly. She wishes she knew exactly what was on his mind, wishes he were an open book inside of a locked safe.
She, too, is a locked safe. But her combination is written boldly and left out for anyone to see, and she knows he is unlocking her, knows the exact moment when he pulls the door open.
It's his lips against hers, brief, and he tastes like salt, a bit like the smell of newly-cut-grass, and something else that she might describe as distinctly Elroy if it weren't her first time kissing him. She doesn't recall who leaned forward or if they both did, and she hadn't realized that he had had been crying, too. Or maybe it was her own tears, or maybe her hair on his face, sticky and wet and in the way.
It was also his other hand on the small of her back, hardly there at all, like a reminder that this could have been hers, maybe should have been hers, and would never be hers.
Perhaps it's when he pulls away but stays close enough to see, blinking in both confusion and understanding, like he just learned the answer to a riddle.
'They're fireflies," He says after a long while. They're still holding hands but both their physical and mental distance has once again increased, and though the kiss still burns avidly in the back of her mind, Rosemary has already begun to convince herself that she imagined it. That Vernon will be back tomorrow, loud and laughing, all saliva and tongue, and the hands-on-love that she misses so, so much.
But, for now and for tonight, she has fireflies.
And, they're pretty beautiful on their own. -
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C:
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My boyfriend is actually about to drive fifteen minutes to see what time my shift starts, I love him
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I neex to get up and get ready but I'd just rather not work today
Too bad that ain't an option
My wallet is gonna be nice and plump after this. I just gotta remember that. -
I think one of the new employees are v attractive.
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I'm not saying it was your fault
Although you could have done more
Oh you're so naive yet so
How could this been done
By such a smiling sweetheart?
Oh, and your sweet and pretty face
In such an ugly world
For something so beautiful
Oh, that every time I look inside
I know, she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false, it may be... Well, she's still out to get me
And I know, she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false, it may be... She's still out to get me!
I may say it was your fault
Because I know you could have done more
Oh, you're so naive yet so
How could this be done
By such a smiling sweetheart?
Oh, and your sweet and pretty face
In such an ugly word
For something so beautiful
That every time I look inside
I know, she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false, it may be... Well, she's still out to get me
And I know, she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false, it may be... She's still out to get me!
So how could this be done
By such a smiling sweetheart
You're so naive yet so
You're such an ugly thing
For someone so beautiful
That every time you're on his side
I know, she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false, it may be... Well, she's still out to get me
And I know, she knows that I'm not fond of asking
True or false, it may be... She's still out to get me!
Just don't let me down
Just don't let me down
Hold on to your kite
Just don't let me down
Just don't let me down
Hold on to your kite
Just don't let me down
Just don't let me down
Hold on to this kite
Just don't let me down -
"Groovy!"
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My boy is taking me to an abandoned lake lolol
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Don't wanna live as an untold story
Rather go out in a blaze of glory
I can't hear you, I don't fear you
I'll live now cause the bad die last
Dodging bullets with your broken past
I can't hear you, I don't fear you now
Wrapped in your regret
What a waste of blood and sweat
Oh oh oh
I wanna taste love and pain
Wanna feel pride and shame
I don't wanna take my time
Don't wanna waste one line
I wanna live better days
Never look back and say
Could have been me
It could have been me
Yeah
Don't wanna live as an unsung melody
I'd rather listen to the silence telling me
I can't hear you, I won't fear you
Don't wanna wake up on monday morning
The thought of work's getting my skin crawling
I can't fear you, I don't hear you now
Wrapped in your regret
What a waste of blood and sweat
Oh oh oh
I wanna taste love and pain
Wanna feel pride and shame
I don't wanna take my time
Don't wanna waste one line
I wanna live better days
Never look back and say
Could have been me
It could have been me -
It scares me because what if when I'm happy and selling books, with kids and a partner and a house in a cute little neighborhood and two dogs, what if I'm not fixed? What if I still cry myself to sleep some nights because of how hard it is for me to be okay? What if the medicine never works, what if the therapy is a waste of time?
What if for me it really doesn't get better? -
I don't believe you trusted me
Trusted me
I bet you only listen to your friends
I'm talking like I can pretend
But I feel better when
You tell me that I always have to go
You tell me what I want to know
And I'll feel better for it
I know sometimes it's hard for me to say
I love you every other day
You pour my heart away -
I just have to remember that all these hiurs translate into money in the bank.
Not a single day off next week..
I'll survive, though. Gotta push through. I should go on and budget my next check. -
I feel selfish a lot lately, with A. I.. Wish he could come to Nevada with me.
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Schedule:
Today:
10:45-2:00 (Work)
[]Bathe Athena
[]Clean room
Tuesday:
11:00-2:00 (Work)
-Before and after shift, date with A.
[]Finish Cleaning Room
[]Work on college application
Wednesday:
11:00-1:30 (Work)
[]Work on college application
[]Organize clothes
Thursday:
@10:00 (Hair appointment)
5:00-11:00 (Work
Friday:
@10:00 (Vet appointment)
5:00-8:30 (Work)
Saturday:
11:00-2:00 (Work)
Sunday:
9:00-2:00 (Work)
i hate drive through but.. i can do it
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