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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 13, 2009 21:49:48 GMT -5
I stopped smiling for a moment. “Shannon, why did you come here? I mean why did you move so far away. I understand you wanted to give Jase his space, but you could have, I don’t know maybe moved but not so far?” This time I took his free hand. “You really are putting yourself through a lot of unnecessary pain.” I didn’t want to but I forced myself to look him in the eyes. “Maybe moving closer to him would be a good idea.”
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Post by Shannon on Aug 13, 2009 21:53:24 GMT -5
I shook my head and smiled wryly. "You don't understand. I moved here because you're here. It would have only been worse to move to a town where I knew no one. I would have been separated from Jase and friendless." I wasn't sure how much worse it would have been if I had moved anywhere else. Loneliness wrenched at me wherever I went but at least there was solace from it here.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 13, 2009 21:58:27 GMT -5
It amazed me how blonde I could be sometime. “I’m sorry I never thought of it like that. But I suppose if I was smart I wouldn’t be me huh?” I let his hand go slowly and then jammed my own hands in my pockets. “So now that we’ve deduced that I can never get into a career that involves great amounts of brain power, what do you say we play with broken glass?”
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Post by Shannon on Aug 13, 2009 22:02:21 GMT -5
I chewed on my lip and chose not to comment on her first question. "Are you sure? It takes quite a toll on your hands." I held up mine which were criss-crossed with tiny cuts. I looked like I had stuck my hand in a knife drawer and grabbed a handful of sharp objects. I noticed with disdain that my nails were getting long again.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 13, 2009 22:07:14 GMT -5
I held up my hands. “I think they could use some toughening up.” I curled my hands into fists and smacked them together like a boxing champ does before a match. With out the gloves it sort of hurt but I didn’t show it. “So how does this little project work?”
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Post by Shannon on Aug 13, 2009 22:19:41 GMT -5
I looked at her skeptically before collapsing lazily on the floor next to my project. "Well I think I just have to glue the pieces back together before painting them. It's stain so expect your fingers to be multicolored for a couple of days." I had left the stain in my studio until I needed it.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 13, 2009 23:10:28 GMT -5
I flopped down next to him and decided that for the first part of it I would just watch. I was rather amused by the idea of having multi-colored fingers for a couple of days, in fact it amused me more then it really should have. “So when do we get to begin work on the staining?”
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Post by Shannon on Aug 13, 2009 23:14:39 GMT -5
I pushed the pieces of the mirror closer together and grabbed the adhesive. The adhesive was dark gray and defined the lines of the broken mirror quite nicely. "I never noticed before, but I break a lot of stuff..." The comment was random and had very little relevance. "We can start the staining once the glue dries. Since the edges will be raised, the stain can be allowed to pool on the pieces overnight and the color will be better."
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 13, 2009 23:21:43 GMT -5
When he spoke up about breaking lots of things I had to laugh. It was the truth, in fact it seemed like every time I came over something was broken. “Shannon, you amuse me greatly you know that.” I smiled warmly at him, this time being the one to sort of disregard something said.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 13, 2009 23:41:03 GMT -5
"Breaking stuff is fun... except when it's an arm. Done that before and I didn't like it much." I finished applying the adhesive. "It shouldn't take long to dry now." I reached under my bed, my hand searching for a box I had put under there when I moved in. I was almost laying on the floor by the time I was able to reach it. I pulled out the small box of body paints. I randomly felt like drawing on my hands again. "I always seem to loose this thing under the bed." I pulled out the small detailing brush and the black paint and began painting tiny stars across the back of my hand and winding around my wrist. The song on the stereo changed again to AFI's 'Kiss and Control'. Watch the stars,
Turn you to nothing.
Now blush and smile
as they whisk you away.
Part your lips a bit more,
I'll swallow your fear.
I will show you how
all the bite marks impress
A need to be here,
A need to see
City lights,
like rain,
dance and explode.
Fall upon debutantes.
Reeling from nights that
kiss and control,
All of our
broken hearts.
Velvet burns
wrists while obstraining.
You blushed and smiled,
And said you would stay.
One more time
steal my breath,
I'll feed you the sky.
I will show you how.
Steal the glamour from death,
And before you die,
Oh, you should see
City lights,
like rain,
Dance and explode.
Fall upon debutantes
Reeling from nights that
kiss and control,
All of our, broken hearts.
Our hearts,
Our hearts
"We all want to die like movie stars" you said,
as you jumped from the height of our cutting room floor.
While above us
glowing, exploding,
our dreams burst forth in light in death.
Hold me and tell me,
"We'll burn like stars.
We'll burn as we fall.
Watch as city lights
dance for us."
City lights,
like rain,
dance and explode.
Fall upon the pain of our lives,
Reeling from nights that
kiss and control,
Fall apart, the pain of our lives.
Broken hearts have pain.
Dance and explode.
City lights like rain
City lights so caress me
Kiss and Control
All of our, broken hearts. |
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 19, 2009 0:31:47 GMT -5
I watched as he Shannon went about turning his hand into canvas. It was amazing what I learned was possible when I was with Shannon. “So do you think you can work on a bigger scale with those paints?” I was going to leave it at that but I knew if I did Shannon could very well misinterpret what it was I meant. “I guess I was wondering if maybe you could…” I didn’t know if I wanted to ask or not. I wasn’t about to ask anything so wrong but in my mind it seemed worse then it was. I chewed on my lower lip for a moment while I looked to the floor, my face now pink. “Could you maybe give a person wings and if so could said person be me?” I did my best to keep my gaze elsewhere while I stumbled on my words. “I know it’s silly…maybe me saying anything was stupid…forget I mentioned it.”[/b] I looked up at him for only a moment to smile sheepishly and then went right back to looking at the floor wishing it would swallow me up and end my embarrassment.[/color]
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Post by Shannon on Aug 19, 2009 0:40:49 GMT -5
I waved my arm comically to dry it. I smiled gently at the question. I placed the handle of the paintbrush between my teeth and picked up one of her hands, observing it silently. The gesture was random and I sat her hand on my knee before taking the paintbrush and setting it on top of the paint jar. "You're the only person I would do it for other than Jase." I found body art to be very personal and I wouldn't do this kind of work for anyone else. Many people had requested it after seeing my art on my own arms but I always denied them since I found the process to be something that required a lot of trust.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 19, 2009 0:48:41 GMT -5
My gaze was off the floor so fast that I had missed all the view in-between that sight and Shannon’s gaze. I wanted to say something, but my voice was stuck in my throat. All I could do was create faint breathing noises. My face had gone a deeper shade of pink; at this point it was better to call it red. “Thank you Shannon.” The sound was barely there but I got it out after some time. To show my appreciation I leaned in swiftly and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
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Post by Shannon on Aug 19, 2009 0:54:49 GMT -5
I smiled shyly, blushing at the gesture. I wasn't accustomed to affection and every time someone showed me affection it was that much more significant. I leaned forward slightly and hooked a finger in the collar of her shirt. "This is gonna be in the way though. You want to run by your house to grab another shirt?" I didn't mean for the question to sound creepy but in my mind it did. I frowned at myself momentarily before dismissing the thought.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Aug 19, 2009 1:07:59 GMT -5
I smiled when he too turned another shade and then looked down at his hand when he hooked it to my shirt. My expression didn’t change much when he did that or when he spoke. I guess I knew it was coming and it didn’t bother me perhaps as much as it should have. “I suppose I could, unless of course you have a button up shirt that I can wear backwards for now. Then again I’m not sure your going to want it back afterwards.” I inhaled and held it for a moment then let it go. “My house isn’t too far, it shouldn’t take long.” That being said I smiled like this was totally normal conversation and stood up slowly allowing Shannon time to take his finger back.
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