The night wears on, the time weaving in ad out of his thoughts, timing themselves like strings to his fingers, the gentle tapping against the springy keys, the jerky movements of the spindly fingers on the clock. A cold, dark sludge of coffee remains full on his table, the steam no longer rising to kiss the midnight air, the heat no longer burning the table.
His eyes a blinding white against the screen of his Macbook, his glasses glinting and reflecting, a speck of crystal coloured moonlight in his dark room. The warm lamps at his bedside illuminate the back, creating the orange outline of his bed, and the people the settled comfortably on it, under the smooth covers and dark pillows. Their laughter reaches his weary ears, but the sound jumbles up together like words that didnt seem to have meaning.
Their accusations and mind games fill the room with endles echoes and loud, commanding voices. His pulls back the hair from his face, wishing that he had to same fiery passion to love the game, though the pull in his heart told him he wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth joining all of them when they wouldnt even look at him, or trying to make him feel part of something he never was.
Then the awkward girl who was loud and eccentric, with passion for everything and beyond what she was capable of. She stumbled towards the Macbook, not even laying eyes on him. She picks up the cup of coffee and it was suddenly burning hot again. Touching it to her lips, she drowned the dark liquid in a few gulps. She sat in his chair, in his lap, or through it.
Her fingers sweep through his, the similarities showing through the same expression, their strong fearless, unapologetical features from the crease of their eyebrows and the line of their lips. He was there, but he wasn't. A figure aging as she did, but never living. A figure, a mere shadow, a hidden person in the shadows, a being who glowed so much in the sun, it was impossible to see.
He was her brother, one that was there with love and surging passion, and not embraces and kisses. He was a lurking shadow, deceiving and clever, a helping hand when there was nothing left, the person who left her the 11 most amazing, wondrous beings in the world to fill in where he couldn't. He would have given the world, but it was beyond him, beyond his capabilities.
She looked to her left, a cold breath on her shoulder, a smile from thin air. Was someone there? she asked herself, reaching a warm hand where the breath was. But no one was there any longer. Just the wind, carrying away the remains of his spirit, finally feeling a chaste burst of perfection after 18 endlessly immortal years.
Nicole (:
His eyes a blinding white against the screen of his Macbook, his glasses glinting and reflecting, a speck of crystal coloured moonlight in his dark room. The warm lamps at his bedside illuminate the back, creating the orange outline of his bed, and the people the settled comfortably on it, under the smooth covers and dark pillows. Their laughter reaches his weary ears, but the sound jumbles up together like words that didnt seem to have meaning.
Their accusations and mind games fill the room with endles echoes and loud, commanding voices. His pulls back the hair from his face, wishing that he had to same fiery passion to love the game, though the pull in his heart told him he wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth joining all of them when they wouldnt even look at him, or trying to make him feel part of something he never was.
A comical boy with large jaws and the sense of humour that outlives anyone that ever lived, a toned built one with a distant look in his eyes, sensitivity from within himself, a girl who was quiet, dangerous as she seemed, one that could be the most perfect of people, another, who laughed and found joy in others, the one that always cared and loved. A skinny tall boy, with sugar rushes in his bloodstream, and sudden outbursts of energy every minute. possible A boy who was introvert and some what spastic when it came to the things he was passionate about, a pair of twins who seemed to be different through their mismatched eyes, and odd capabilities. The brother who carries a strong voice and dominant command over others. a strive for perfection. A boy who was smart, yet oddly cute, the youngest and purest of the lot. And his best friend who was an immature teenager with cliche catch phrases in a 12 year old body.
Then the awkward girl who was loud and eccentric, with passion for everything and beyond what she was capable of. She stumbled towards the Macbook, not even laying eyes on him. She picks up the cup of coffee and it was suddenly burning hot again. Touching it to her lips, she drowned the dark liquid in a few gulps. She sat in his chair, in his lap, or through it.
Her fingers sweep through his, the similarities showing through the same expression, their strong fearless, unapologetical features from the crease of their eyebrows and the line of their lips. He was there, but he wasn't. A figure aging as she did, but never living. A figure, a mere shadow, a hidden person in the shadows, a being who glowed so much in the sun, it was impossible to see.
He was her brother, one that was there with love and surging passion, and not embraces and kisses. He was a lurking shadow, deceiving and clever, a helping hand when there was nothing left, the person who left her the 11 most amazing, wondrous beings in the world to fill in where he couldn't. He would have given the world, but it was beyond him, beyond his capabilities.
She looked to her left, a cold breath on her shoulder, a smile from thin air. Was someone there? she asked herself, reaching a warm hand where the breath was. But no one was there any longer. Just the wind, carrying away the remains of his spirit, finally feeling a chaste burst of perfection after 18 endlessly immortal years.
Nicole (:
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