Purple bleeds into pink on the horizon, the clouds heavy and low in the sky, and Brendon feels as though he is watching the sun sink into the water sloshing around his feet, watching as it goes out forever instead of just for the night. He stands on the beach, notebook in hand, and suddenly he can't remember how he thought coming to write out here would be a good idea. The sights are much too distracting, and there is something else, something bothering him.
They are somewhere in Thailand, and all Brendon can think about is Switzerland.
Nobody has mentioned it yet. Brendon was convinced that Jon, or Spencer, would have something to say, but everyone's acting like it never happened. If Brendon hadn't caught the looks they sent each other, he might have thought he'd been dreaming. The worst part, the part that's got Brendon acting like he is now, feeling like he can't take a deep breath, is Ryan. Ryan, who has all but locked himself away from his band, who hasn't spoken much about anything important, who is apparently determined to ignore everything that happened.
Brendon doesn't know what to think. The week they spent in that cabin, surrounded by snow and mountains and certainty, that this was what they wanted, this was going to be okay, could have never happened with all the acknowledgement it's getting know. And this frustrates Brendon more than anything. How have they not talked about this? Haven't they been through enough together that this would be easy? Sighing, he slumps down into the sand, notebook and pen hanging limply from his hands, the tide coming up to surround him and then pull back just as quickly. The beach is pretty much empty right now, since it's just about suppertime and tourists are probably eating in the lavish restaurants close by or ordering room service. Brendon is thankful for the silence, even if it leaves him vulnerable to the doubting and sadness and anger. Doubting because he's starting to think that nothing will ever be the same, ever again. Sadness because he fucking trusted Ryan, okay, and now his feelings aren't being acknowledged, much less returned. Anger because, who the fuck do they think they are, treating each other like this?
This one's going to be a bit more angsty, but only because i can and because the next one is going to be the intense sex.
(FIRST OFF: YOUR ICON. YESSSSSS. i guess i'm not the only one who's convinced that song is about ryden and bden's sexual orientation/society's acceptance/lack thereof/etc? LOL. i mean come on, "if love is not enough to put my enemies to sleep" -? total gay pride ref.)
ANYWAY.
GOD, i love how BRENDON is the one going off to write in a notebook. that's fucking awesome.
;ALSJRPOAUFPAOR4PAIW I LOVE THE ANGST!!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! and your descriptions are gorgeous. srsly, this is so much better than like, "hey, we're all gonna have sex all the time now yay!" so much more realistic. and fuck, you know what an angstwhore i am.
I KNOW RIGHT. Gawd, just come out of the freaking closet already before I go in there and get you myself. DDD<<<
Hahaha. I figured since he did write for the second album, that this would make sense. plus i like thinking about brendon writing. preferably wearing sexy glasses and making you want to ravish him.
Good, cause the angst will be there in spades. maybe i'll leave you little teasers throughout the day, and then give you the fic at 11:59. hahahahaha. it would be like an easter egg hunt, without the easter and the eggs, and on christmas.
,kralkr4akjrthai brb orgasming to the image of bden in sexy glasses, chewing on the end of a pen or something.
DUDE I WILL DIE IF YOU MAKE ME WAIT ALL DAY!!!!!! oh please. don't make me play the pity card, but my gf and i are in a really bad place so i'm skipping xmas with her family and i'm going to be here alone all day. :(
AND!!! WAIT THERE'S MORE! i'm vegetarian/borderline vegan and just discovered like 10 minutes ago, DURING THE EATING PROCESS, that the asian snack rolls i've been stuffing down my throat for months have little pieces of chicken in them.
so basically, this fic is all i have today. LOL. anyway, ily. thank you.
(i describe fucking DELICIOUS vegetarian thai food in the fic, hopefully that will make you feel slightly better. and no worries, i want to be vegetarian so bad, but turkey tastes so good. DD<<)
DD; why you gotta do that to me? my mom just announced that we're leaving for my uncle's in two hours, plans I had NOT known about and she still doesn't think it's necessary to tell me things beforehand. but anyways, i'll get you the fic before midnight. i might just have to argue my way into being able to. but that's nothing new, so ohhhh well.
also, please go back to a not-bad place, okay? -wraps fic in gryffindor colors and other such nonsense-
also, here's what I'm going to do: get as much as I can done before we go to my uncles. send you what i have. when i get to my dad's tonight, i'll get on the computer and write you some spencer in pink underwear!sex and send that later tonight.
you are precious and awesome. what did i do to deserve peeps like you? and seriously, SPENCER IN PINK UNDERWEAR? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!?!?!? A;LKSE4JRPOA8
i am very excited for all of it. :) <33333333333333
Haha. I just feel unnecessarily rushed because the fam is being all "LESSGOLESSGOLESSGO" and i'm all 'i wanna wriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite' whining and pouting and not getting my way. so, tonight, when i'm relaxed, writing will be much easier.
and also i hope it will make you feel better hon. i'll send you what little i have written up now even though it's frustrating me. DD<<
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Date: 2008-12-25 04:03 pm (UTC)Purple bleeds into pink on the horizon, the clouds heavy and low in the sky, and Brendon feels as though he is watching the sun sink into the water sloshing around his feet, watching as it goes out forever instead of just for the night. He stands on the beach, notebook in hand, and suddenly he can't remember how he thought coming to write out here would be a good idea. The sights are much too distracting, and there is something else, something bothering him.
They are somewhere in Thailand, and all Brendon can think about is Switzerland.
Nobody has mentioned it yet. Brendon was convinced that Jon, or Spencer, would have something to say, but everyone's acting like it never happened. If Brendon hadn't caught the looks they sent each other, he might have thought he'd been dreaming. The worst part, the part that's got Brendon acting like he is now, feeling like he can't take a deep breath, is Ryan. Ryan, who has all but locked himself away from his band, who hasn't spoken much about anything important, who is apparently determined to ignore everything that happened.
Brendon doesn't know what to think. The week they spent in that cabin, surrounded by snow and mountains and certainty, that this was what they wanted, this was going to be okay, could have never happened with all the acknowledgement it's getting know. And this frustrates Brendon more than anything. How have they not talked about this? Haven't they been through enough together that this would be easy? Sighing, he slumps down into the sand, notebook and pen hanging limply from his hands, the tide coming up to surround him and then pull back just as quickly. The beach is pretty much empty right now, since it's just about suppertime and tourists are probably eating in the lavish restaurants close by or ordering room service. Brendon is thankful for the silence, even if it leaves him vulnerable to the doubting and sadness and anger. Doubting because he's starting to think that nothing will ever be the same, ever again. Sadness because he fucking trusted Ryan, okay, and now his feelings aren't being acknowledged, much less returned. Anger because, who the fuck do they think they are, treating each other like this?
This one's going to be a bit more angsty, but only because i can and because the next one is going to be the intense sex.
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Date: 2008-12-25 04:44 pm (UTC)ANYWAY.
GOD, i love how BRENDON is the one going off to write in a notebook. that's fucking awesome.
;ALSJRPOAUFPAOR4PAIW I LOVE THE ANGST!!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! and your descriptions are gorgeous. srsly, this is so much better than like, "hey, we're all gonna have sex all the time now yay!" so much more realistic. and fuck, you know what an angstwhore i am.
srsly in love with your writing. MORE. NAO!!
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Date: 2008-12-25 04:50 pm (UTC)Hahaha. I figured since he did write for the second album, that this would make sense. plus i like thinking about brendon writing. preferably wearing sexy glasses and making you want to ravish him.
Good, cause the angst will be there in spades.
maybe i'll leave you little teasers throughout the day, and then give you the fic at 11:59. hahahahaha. it would be like an easter egg hunt, without the easter and the eggs, and on christmas.
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Date: 2008-12-25 04:55 pm (UTC)DUDE I WILL DIE IF YOU MAKE ME WAIT ALL DAY!!!!!! oh please. don't make me play the pity card, but my gf and i are in a really bad place so i'm skipping xmas with her family and i'm going to be here alone all day. :(
AND!!! WAIT THERE'S MORE! i'm vegetarian/borderline vegan and just discovered like 10 minutes ago, DURING THE EATING PROCESS, that the asian snack rolls i've been stuffing down my throat for months have little pieces of chicken in them.
so basically, this fic is all i have today. LOL. anyway, ily. thank you.
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Date: 2008-12-25 05:03 pm (UTC)DD; why you gotta do that to me? my mom just announced that we're leaving for my uncle's in two hours, plans I had NOT known about and she still doesn't think it's necessary to tell me things beforehand. but anyways, i'll get you the fic before midnight. i might just have to argue my way into being able to. but that's nothing new, so ohhhh well.
also, please go back to a not-bad place, okay? -wraps fic in gryffindor colors and other such nonsense-
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Date: 2008-12-25 05:05 pm (UTC)awww, it's okay bb. don't sweat it. i'll be thrilled whenever i get it.
GRYFFINDOR COLORS? JESUS, MARRY ME.
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Date: 2008-12-25 05:09 pm (UTC)well, i fucking want to finish it, is what it is. but the famdamily is all up in here and i'm like DD<<
OKAY, DONE.
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Date: 2008-12-25 06:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-25 07:08 pm (UTC)i am very excited for all of it. :) <33333333333333
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Date: 2008-12-25 07:16 pm (UTC)and also i hope it will make you feel better hon. i'll send you what little i have written up now even though it's frustrating me. DD<<
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Date: 2008-12-25 07:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-25 07:35 pm (UTC)YAY, CHECKING MAIL NAO.