it may seem like i'm quoting the whole thing back at you, but there are parts of this that are screaming in my head.... "Shut up, Ryan, you're fucking gorgeous." And it's odd how exasperated it sounds, how easily the words just tumble out, because seriously, how can Ryan not see it? And why does Brendon have to see it so god damned much, in every corner of his mind's eye, even when Ryan's not around? leave my fucking heart strings alone, will you? they're fragile enough without this, but actually, don't, i love brendon's unrequited love for ryan, it gets me everytime without fail :/
"...Give you something to hide behind?" Ryan freezes, and Brendon knows that's totally not cue to continue, but he takes the chance because he knows he won't get it again. "I just. Like. I get it. How it makes sense for you." He shrugs, trying to stare down at his hands folded in his lap but Ryan's so close it's all he sees. "Like, I know how you like to be seen -- noticed. To be everyone's focus. But at the same time, like, there's that other part of you that still wants to hide. Make-up kinda lets you do both. Makes sense, y'know?" ........that whole exchange is so beautiful, how brendon knows ryan so well, and ryan hadn't realised it.
Ryan easing him into full surrender, an implicit request for Brendon to come apart in his hands. He does. just. fuck you. for writing that. that. you know i love brendon coming apart and it being ryan's doing. gah. guh. and other noises i can't type ;)
he sees the black, pea-sized heart drawn just in front of his ear, hidden by his hair so no one would see. i thought you liked me????? why did you just kill me dead with those words and that image?
yeah. i fucking love this. the make-up, the wrist action. ily, bb. this is even more genius than the last one, but it IS ryden after all.
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Date: 2008-12-19 02:08 am (UTC)"Shut up, Ryan, you're fucking gorgeous."
And it's odd how exasperated it sounds, how easily the words just tumble out, because seriously, how can Ryan not see it? And why does Brendon have to see it so god damned much, in every corner of his mind's eye, even when Ryan's not around?
leave my fucking heart strings alone, will you? they're fragile enough without this, but actually, don't, i love brendon's unrequited love for ryan, it gets me everytime without fail :/
"...Give you something to hide behind?"
Ryan freezes, and Brendon knows that's totally not cue to continue, but he takes the chance because he knows he won't get it again.
"I just. Like. I get it. How it makes sense for you." He shrugs, trying to stare down at his hands folded in his lap but Ryan's so close it's all he sees. "Like, I know how you like to be seen -- noticed. To be everyone's focus. But at the same time, like, there's that other part of you that still wants to hide. Make-up kinda lets you do both. Makes sense, y'know?"
........that whole exchange is so beautiful, how brendon knows ryan so well, and ryan hadn't realised it.
Ryan easing him into full surrender, an implicit request for Brendon to come apart in his hands.
He does.
just. fuck you. for writing that. that. you know i love brendon coming apart and it being ryan's doing. gah. guh. and other noises i can't type ;)
he sees the black, pea-sized heart drawn just in front of his ear, hidden by his hair so no one would see.
i thought you liked me????? why did you just kill me dead with those words and that image?
yeah. i fucking love this. the make-up, the wrist action. ily, bb. this is even more genius than the last one, but it IS ryden after all.