Lie To MeFingertips lace around my ribs
And pull at my skin
As my breath catches
At the coolness of your touch.
Calm these trembling hands
And hold them tight in yours.
I'll move my lips on yours
Just so you don't have to.
Hearts beat faster and
My breath shudders with insecurity.
Press my body close to yours
So I don't shatter into fragments.
Lie to me one more time.
Tangle your legs in mine,
Brush your lips along my neck.
Make me feel alive.
Where's Your Heart?- Frerard Colab: 1Frank's POV.Where's Your Heart?- Frerard Colab: 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
I arranged my stationary on the edge of my desk, lining my three HB pencils up with my ruler and pen then positioned my English notepad in the centre. I swung my legs under the chair, taking advantage of the fact my feet don't touch the floor, waiting for the teacher.
Five minutes later the teacher staggered into the classroom, long grey hair windswept, clutching onto his tattered briefcase. Without a word, he adjusted his tie and made his way to his desk before calling role.
"Her-" I was cut off when the door to the classroom swung open, slamming against the classroom wall causing the clock to fall of its hanger. The room grew silent and everyone turned to the entrance, watching it curiously. Moments later a figure stepped through the door, head hanging low. Black, greasy hair fell in thin, individual clumps across his deathly pale cheeks; shielding his face from the piercing eyes of the students.
Holding onto the wall for su
Math Class Chapter 1Frank slammed his books down on the concrete-looking desk and threw himself in his chair. He plucked his iPod out of his pocket and quickly adjusted the ear-buds to where he could hear nothing but the blood in his ears. He pressed the play button and laid his head down while he slowly went deaf because of the volume of his music. But he didn't care. It was math class, and he had better things to do. Frank had started to dose off when a sharp poke jolted him upright. A man with jet-black hair, a pale, strong face, and bright hazel eyes looked at him coolly. Frank angrily popped an ear-bud out.Math Class Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What do you want?" Frank asked, annoyed. The man simply said "Humph" and walked towards the front of the room. He was dressed in a way that wasn't casual nor formal, more like the bastard child of the two with his crisp white dress shirt and black vest, red tie, dark form-fitting slacks, and those all black Converse that Frank was sure he had in his closet.
"Fuck you," he mumbled and laid his hea
To Keep You Safe Tonight - FrerardFrank knew that Gerard had written that song especially for him even if he denied it he just knew it.To Keep You Safe Tonight - Frerard3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Move your body when the sunlight dies, everybody hide your body from the scarecrow, everybody hide. Make a wish when your childhood dies, hear the knock, knock, knock when she cries, were all alone tonight.
Frank understood that with scarecrow he was referring to their wives they used to be together in the day during band practices and composing until the night, when the sunlight died, that they had to go back home with their wives. They would spends whole afternoons together, not necessarily doing dirty things, they liked to hug each other and talk.
But there were times that they couldn't be together during the day, so they'd wait until their princesses were asleep, the twins sleep so peacefully that anybody who didn't know them would think that they were dead. Bandit, on the other hand, had nightmares at least four times a week and would wake in the mid
TAORTB 2/3.The Adventures Of Ray The Babysitter.TAORTB 2/3.3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ray hadn't really been looking forward to his next babysitter job, he drenched his teenage angst with coke and a bag of chips he'd bought on his way home, playing Xbox with his best friend, Craig. Craig only laughed at his "misery" when Ray told him about the Way kids, especially when Ray tried to explain about Pedicone, because, come on, who could take a kid dressed in a rainbow coloured propeller cap seriously?
"You're going to have so much fun with the next kid, Ray. You should start working in a kindergarten or something."
Sometimes Ray hated Craig, because the bastard surely didn't understand what Ray was going through right now. He hadn't been at the Way's house, so he hadn't seen Gerard, the boy who sure as hell wanted to be Ray's valentine for the next 20 years, or Mikey, the lisping kid. Pure horror, at least from Ray's perspective.
He actually tried to hide from his mom the next morning, but no, she was to smart for believing in his simpl
Talk and Smokes"You got a light?"Talk and Smokes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Daniel exhaled a lungful of smoke and glanced over. The kid who'd asked that was watching expectantly. Christ, but he was young - twelve, maybe.
"Well?" The kid asked, gesturing with his cigarette.
"Aren't you a little young to be smoking?" He replied, then took a drag.
The kid laughed and took a seat on the curb beside him. "Yeah, maybe. But you know what they say - you only live once." Something in his tone sounded off, so Daniel took a closer look and reached out tentatively with the Mind Gift for confirmation. Sure enough, all the the little signs were there: the predatory gleam in the eyes, the ridiculously shiny nails, and a mind that definitely, definitely did not belong to a twelve-year-old kid.
"Jesus!" He gasped.
"Yeah, I get that a lot." The kid grinned, putting his fangs on full display. "So. Light?" He gestured with his cigarette again, and Daniel obliged him, lighting it off the burning end of his own. The kid inhaled with obvious pleasure
Semper DulceBlackness. Inky blackness. The kind that only comes during the deadest and fullest of night. And even in Venice, this time is rarely witnessed by the waking world. Unless those would-be sleeping mortals are expecting something... waiting...Semper Dulce3 years ago in Drama More Like This
As was the case with Armand. A young and studious artist's apprentice. A boy once so cursed with the scourge of living that it seemed only fair now for him to receive such a collateral. He had found a great master. And it was with this master now that he lay, locked in his embrace, feeling the ever-so gentle draw of unnecessary breath wrack his large frame. Listening to a great and many stories, woven like an intricate pattern, one into the other, in the most patient of tones. They spoke of ancient mysteries. Of heat and burning sand. Of Cairo and of Alexandria.
Armand's eyes closed though he did not sleep, and he seemed suspended in time from the moment of the last kiss up until now, when a deadly waiting game would commence for the next
Twenty FiveWARNINGS: L/Light shonen-ai, spoilers for up to Chapter 58/Episode 25Twenty Five7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
At first, he tries to keep track of the days by use of the clock on the wall of his cell, thinking that if only he knew how long hed been imprisoned here, hed be able to maintain control somehow; L must have sensed this strategy, because after eight days the clock is removed; it is a senseless move, and Light cant help but see it as yet another subtle means of insulting him: to withhold this information purely for the sake of seeing him powerless.
The texture of Ls clothes, the layers of shadow beneath his eyes, the way his shoulders angle when he stands and sits, even the scent of his hair and the taste of his mouth, all these are things Light knows well- but it is not enough; he wants to slide into the detectives head, sit in his mind, dissect him slowly from the inside out, until all his mysteries lie open and tender on the floor around his feet.