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Date: 2009-05-03 03:36 pm (UTC)
DUDE.

Sorry. That's all your getting. I fucking love you right now, you have no idea.
(And I ususally hate reading heavy!drugs fic, but this was not only manageable, but absolutely amazing. perfect title too. XD)

The whole combination of body/piano and drugs/music just has my mind reeling right now. OK, few reasons why you are made of epic awesome:

He's a queen like this, assumes everyone will listen to him because he's the one with the power, the one giving himself over.

He sees keys, all white, no black, just endless white keys. They rise from the instrument in waves, undulating and tumbling and crashing until they're nothing but shards of wood on the ground, slicing into his feet as he walks.

... and suddenly there's no more magic, no visions or altered states, just Ryan's shampoo and sweat and lakewater and home, and Brendon stays there until he remembers what it feels like to know you're breathing.
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