"I'm trying to figure out what was going through your head two years ago when you kissed me."
Brendon can almost hear it, the resounding boom as the impact strikes -- a long, forked line splitting the ice under their feet, the surface fighting to stay intact under the relentless thump-thump-thump of his heartbeat.
Ryan looks away, forever and a day; silent and then some.
"I'm not sure, Bren."
In all honesty it's the best answer Brendon could've hoped for, beneath all his jaded realism.
"If you ever figure it out... let me know?"
Ryan looks up, their eyes catching, and somewhere below, his hand slips into Brendon's. The slide is so subtle, so unobtrusive that it feels like it's belonged there all along; that Brendon had been incomplete without it, without Ryan's fist pressed into the cave of his palm, their fingers overlapping just enough to touch, but not take.
"Yeah. Yeah, I will."
I just wanted to say that I love how your developing the relationship. You always do this, like. I think that they can’t be any more in love, any more PERFECT, but then…BAM! All of a sudden, there is so much more to their relationship, a whole new depth that we didn’t get to see before, and it’s like…oh my GOD. And so. Yeah. That probably didn’t make sense. I wish I could explain to you how dead my brain is right now. But. I love it. so that’s I guess the main point. ;)
I’m tired. I’m not really leaving that educated of a response to this chapter because it’s almost midnight and…yeah, that’s just not gonna happen lol.
They're near enough to each other that Brendon can feel each breath released, their texture and speed, the soft scent of mint that suddenly grows stronger, closer, until it's not just air, it's the press of Ryan's lips, paper-light and wispy against his own -- easy enough, in the dark, to pretend it was never there.
"Good-night, B."
Okay, that’s fucking adorable and I just. omg, my heart. Ryan is like. Okay, here’s how it is: In this fic, I want to fuck Spencer like…you don’t even understand. and then I’m in love with Ryan. Just…omg. and I want to smish Brendon and take him home and like…be best friends with him. Pick out hot guys for him to hit on or something. And I want Jon to be there for my teddy bear who will always comfort me and just…I’ll stop now. :D
He shifts, rustling the bedcovers until he's twisted around to his other side, until the liquid of his eyes is gone, and all Brendon can see is dark.
He's starting to think that even under the brightest sky, that's all he'll ever see.
Brendonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn <3 *holds him* I know that feeling. Sigh. My heart. :(
*facesmack* I am so sorry you had to read all of that. +_+
I’ll sleep now. Obviously, it is needed muchly. *nodnodnod*
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:37 am (UTC)Brendon can almost hear it, the resounding boom as the impact strikes -- a long, forked line splitting the ice under their feet, the surface fighting to stay intact under the relentless thump-thump-thump of his heartbeat.
Ryan looks away, forever and a day; silent and then some.
"I'm not sure, Bren."
In all honesty it's the best answer Brendon could've hoped for, beneath all his jaded realism.
"If you ever figure it out... let me know?"
Ryan looks up, their eyes catching, and somewhere below, his hand slips into Brendon's. The slide is so subtle, so unobtrusive that it feels like it's belonged there all along; that Brendon had been incomplete without it, without Ryan's fist pressed into the cave of his palm, their fingers overlapping just enough to touch, but not take.
"Yeah. Yeah, I will."
I just wanted to say that I love how your developing the relationship. You always do this, like. I think that they can’t be any more in love, any more PERFECT, but then…BAM! All of a sudden, there is so much more to their relationship, a whole new depth that we didn’t get to see before, and it’s like…oh my GOD. And so. Yeah. That probably didn’t make sense. I wish I could explain to you how dead my brain is right now. But. I love it. so that’s I guess the main point. ;)
I’m tired. I’m not really leaving that educated of a response to this chapter because it’s almost midnight and…yeah, that’s just not gonna happen lol.
They're near enough to each other that Brendon can feel each breath released, their texture and speed, the soft scent of mint that suddenly grows stronger, closer, until it's not just air, it's the press of Ryan's lips, paper-light and wispy against his own -- easy enough, in the dark, to pretend it was never there.
"Good-night, B."
Okay, that’s fucking adorable and I just. omg, my heart. Ryan is like. Okay, here’s how it is: In this fic, I want to fuck Spencer like…you don’t even understand. and then I’m in love with Ryan. Just…omg. and I want to smish Brendon and take him home and like…be best friends with him. Pick out hot guys for him to hit on or something. And I want Jon to be there for my teddy bear who will always comfort me and just…I’ll stop now. :D
He shifts, rustling the bedcovers until he's twisted around to his other side, until the liquid of his eyes is gone, and all Brendon can see is dark.
He's starting to think that even under the brightest sky, that's all he'll ever see.
Brendonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn <3 *holds him* I know that feeling. Sigh. My heart. :(
*facesmack* I am so sorry you had to read all of that. +_+
I’ll sleep now. Obviously, it is needed muchly. *nodnodnod*
ily<3