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So, it's been a pretty painful week. And they ain't finished yet. So here's a little something. Alternate reality like. 😆 You can treat it like a sequel to Burning Eden. I hope this dulls the pain a little. *Pallo taking out her biggest syringe and pumping it with MaNan analgesic*
For you lovelies.
~ ||Homecoming|| ~
Flecks of blue.
His eyes scanned through the gathered throng, resting on every flash of blue before moving on. There was red. There was black. A lot of black. There was green. There was yellow. But not the blue he wanted. Not the blue he needed.
She wasn't there.
That bitter little laugh caught his throat. As if she'd be here. After that little Oscar winning performance of his. He had been better than Marlon Brando on his best day. He'd caught his reflection in her eyes, and he'd believed himself. For a second or two.
"All ready?" Dhruv came to stand beside him. There was a smile playing about his lips. Two shades triumphant. It hit Manik. In the solar plexus.
"She's better?" he fiddled with his guitar, checking the strings and avoiding Dhruv's gaze.
"I hope so," Dhruv replied.
A tide of applause rang out signaling the end of the previous performance. He looked over his shoulder to see the rest of his team. Mukti waved back at him. Alya smiled reassuringly. Cabir gave him a thumbs up. They were all set.
He walked onto the stage, his eyes still doing their dance of hunt.
Red. Orange. Purple. Neon green.
He tapped the mike lightly. This was the moment they'd been looking forward to the whole year. And it felt fractured. It felt incomplete. This moment no longer existed. And the only ones that existed, he couldn't claim.
The thunderous cheering brought him back. He signaled to the rest. He'd let one person down. Bad. He couldn't let down the rest of them.
D' you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need,
And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed?
Of implication, insinuation and ill will, 'til you cannot lie still,
In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil come closing in for a kill
Come feed the rain
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust
Blue.
She stood there. Her eyes were puffy from all that crying. But oh so beautiful. Her hair shrugged off the beams of light. And her soul, stared back at him, shredded.
But he saw her mending it. Strip by strip. Standing there. Looking him in the eye. Her love crumbling to fistful of ash. Toxic ash.
It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need
I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before
Come feed the rain...
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust
Yeah, feed the rain
His eyes wouldn't leave hers. They couldn't. He was watching the utter and complete annihilation of the most important thing in his life. His breath wouldn't stop hurting. And his heart wouldn't stop anguishing.
She had smiled for him. Had shone for him. Had trusted him. Had loved him.
Had.
HAD.
She broke the eyelock, looking away and back at him again. A stranger. There was no love. No hatred. Just a raw, soul-ripping nothingness. Slowly, but surely, he saw her turning to leave.
This was it.
He'd done it. He'd pushed her away. And all her paths led to Dhruv now. He was...
He looked at the guy beside him. The guy he'd taken care of. The guy he'd loved. They guy who deserved every happiness in the world. Even if it came in the shape of someone he, Manik, loved.
And he was...
"I'm sorry."
Dhruv looked up at him questioningly.
"I'm sorry," he repeated.
And he stepped forward. Taking that step, that might cost him his friendship. The step that might cost him Fab 5. The step that might...make him whole again.
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh, when the world is burning
She stopped. He could see the stillness in every line of her body. The tension sparking off her stiffened shoulders. He saw her take a deep breath. And she continued walking. Away from him.
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh, when the heart is yearning
He jumped down the stage. The roar of his heart drowning out the hooting threatening to engulf him. The crowd parted, leaving him a map. To the most important part of him. His heart.
He placed his hand on her shoulder, felt the shudder singe her slight frame.
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh, when the world is burning
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh, when the heart is yearning
She turned around, her eyes glazed with unshed tears. Her lips pursed together tightly. Her fists clenched in two little balls of iron.
He brought his fingers to her jaw, a lone tear escaping his eye. Hers sought his. Sought for the shadows of mockery. And stumbled upon his world of pain. He heard her disbelieving gasp. He saw the confusion misting her eyes.
And he fell to his knees. At her feet. Laying his heart open. Taking that one gamble, he knew he might lose, but not caring anyway.
Her felt her knees rubbing against his. And through his curtain of tears, he saw his soul. It was fiery. It was bright. Blindingly bright.
Still Does.
Her cheeks were damp too, her tiny shoulders shaking with the intensity of her sobs. And then she was reaching out for him, pulling him closer.
Hers lips against his.
Branding him as hers.
For the world to see.
Hers.
PS - They should totally use this song. I mean it even mentions LUST. It's all about singing the truth. 😆
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMrbMPSMmzs[/YOUTUBE]
For you lovelies.
~ ||Homecoming|| ~
Flecks of blue.
His eyes scanned through the gathered throng, resting on every flash of blue before moving on. There was red. There was black. A lot of black. There was green. There was yellow. But not the blue he wanted. Not the blue he needed.
She wasn't there.
That bitter little laugh caught his throat. As if she'd be here. After that little Oscar winning performance of his. He had been better than Marlon Brando on his best day. He'd caught his reflection in her eyes, and he'd believed himself. For a second or two.
"All ready?" Dhruv came to stand beside him. There was a smile playing about his lips. Two shades triumphant. It hit Manik. In the solar plexus.
"She's better?" he fiddled with his guitar, checking the strings and avoiding Dhruv's gaze.
"I hope so," Dhruv replied.
A tide of applause rang out signaling the end of the previous performance. He looked over his shoulder to see the rest of his team. Mukti waved back at him. Alya smiled reassuringly. Cabir gave him a thumbs up. They were all set.
He walked onto the stage, his eyes still doing their dance of hunt.
Red. Orange. Purple. Neon green.
He tapped the mike lightly. This was the moment they'd been looking forward to the whole year. And it felt fractured. It felt incomplete. This moment no longer existed. And the only ones that existed, he couldn't claim.
The thunderous cheering brought him back. He signaled to the rest. He'd let one person down. Bad. He couldn't let down the rest of them.
D' you breathe the name of your saviour in your hour of need,
And taste the blame if the flavor should remind you of greed?
Of implication, insinuation and ill will, 'til you cannot lie still,
In all this turmoil, before red cape and foil come closing in for a kill
Come feed the rain
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust
Blue.
She stood there. Her eyes were puffy from all that crying. But oh so beautiful. Her hair shrugged off the beams of light. And her soul, stared back at him, shredded.
But he saw her mending it. Strip by strip. Standing there. Looking him in the eye. Her love crumbling to fistful of ash. Toxic ash.
It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need
I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before
Come feed the rain...
'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust
Yeah, feed the rain
His eyes wouldn't leave hers. They couldn't. He was watching the utter and complete annihilation of the most important thing in his life. His breath wouldn't stop hurting. And his heart wouldn't stop anguishing.
She had smiled for him. Had shone for him. Had trusted him. Had loved him.
Had.
HAD.
She broke the eyelock, looking away and back at him again. A stranger. There was no love. No hatred. Just a raw, soul-ripping nothingness. Slowly, but surely, he saw her turning to leave.
This was it.
He'd done it. He'd pushed her away. And all her paths led to Dhruv now. He was...
He looked at the guy beside him. The guy he'd taken care of. The guy he'd loved. They guy who deserved every happiness in the world. Even if it came in the shape of someone he, Manik, loved.
And he was...
"I'm sorry."
Dhruv looked up at him questioningly.
"I'm sorry," he repeated.
And he stepped forward. Taking that step, that might cost him his friendship. The step that might cost him Fab 5. The step that might...make him whole again.
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh, when the world is burning
She stopped. He could see the stillness in every line of her body. The tension sparking off her stiffened shoulders. He saw her take a deep breath. And she continued walking. Away from him.
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh, when the heart is yearning
He jumped down the stage. The roar of his heart drowning out the hooting threatening to engulf him. The crowd parted, leaving him a map. To the most important part of him. His heart.
He placed his hand on her shoulder, felt the shudder singe her slight frame.
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh, when the world is burning
Don't walk away, don't walk away, oh, when the heart is yearning
She turned around, her eyes glazed with unshed tears. Her lips pursed together tightly. Her fists clenched in two little balls of iron.
He brought his fingers to her jaw, a lone tear escaping his eye. Hers sought his. Sought for the shadows of mockery. And stumbled upon his world of pain. He heard her disbelieving gasp. He saw the confusion misting her eyes.
And he fell to his knees. At her feet. Laying his heart open. Taking that one gamble, he knew he might lose, but not caring anyway.
Her felt her knees rubbing against his. And through his curtain of tears, he saw his soul. It was fiery. It was bright. Blindingly bright.
Still Does.
Her cheeks were damp too, her tiny shoulders shaking with the intensity of her sobs. And then she was reaching out for him, pulling him closer.
Hers lips against his.
Branding him as hers.
For the world to see.
Hers.
PS - They should totally use this song. I mean it even mentions LUST. It's all about singing the truth. 😆
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMrbMPSMmzs[/YOUTUBE]
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