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Title: The Speed in which some things change
Band: Panic! at the Disco
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Summary: Ryan sits in a lonely hospital waiting room.
He hated florescent lights. He hated the flickering light, he hated the way they always hummed at precisely at B flat and he hated what it meant when he was under them. And it was two oclock in the morning and that much light just seemed wrong.
He hated how they made things look. The world was cast into this fluttering light that washed out everything it touched and he just wanted the light to give up and go back to night, but no matter how much he wished, that never came true.
Every once in a while someone would open the front doors and come stumbling in and despite his hobby of people watching, he was too busy trying to catch the smell of the desert. There was something distinctly alive in the tang of dry desert night and as his father's liver was dying, he needed a reminder of life. And tghe desert really did hum to life when the sun fell. The stars shone fiercely, untamed by the humidity of the more humid 49 states, and when the moon was full the desert was soaked in a cold white prayer. The animals came out then too, scurrying along as they nabbed the things they had to miss when the sun was too harsh. Coyotes bayed and terrified domestic dogs while javelinas, small wild pigs, overturned trashcans and feasted happily.
He wanted to run out there. He wanted to shed his clothes, his humanity, he just wanted to sink into something feral and never come back. He wanted to howl at the moon and terrorize dumpsters and crawl across kitchen floors, ellicting squeals and screams of disgust. To be honest, he'd be happy just standing by the door and taking it all in. His control wasn't good enough for that, though. He knew he'd just keep walking out.
Deep in his mind, there was something nagging at him and Ryan swam towards that point of attention, finally coming to and blinking up at Brendon owlishly. "You came?"
"Of course. What else could I do?" Brendon said sheepishly, his 'raised mormon good boy' side poking it's head out as he threw a coat over Ryan's shoulders. "Here, lets get you away from those doors. Desert's cold at night, moron."
Ryan obdiently nodded and followed Brendon. The yearning didn't leave though, and he knew it would stay till the lights stopped their hum.
Band: Panic! at the Disco
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
Summary: Ryan sits in a lonely hospital waiting room.
He hated florescent lights. He hated the flickering light, he hated the way they always hummed at precisely at B flat and he hated what it meant when he was under them. And it was two oclock in the morning and that much light just seemed wrong.
He hated how they made things look. The world was cast into this fluttering light that washed out everything it touched and he just wanted the light to give up and go back to night, but no matter how much he wished, that never came true.
Every once in a while someone would open the front doors and come stumbling in and despite his hobby of people watching, he was too busy trying to catch the smell of the desert. There was something distinctly alive in the tang of dry desert night and as his father's liver was dying, he needed a reminder of life. And tghe desert really did hum to life when the sun fell. The stars shone fiercely, untamed by the humidity of the more humid 49 states, and when the moon was full the desert was soaked in a cold white prayer. The animals came out then too, scurrying along as they nabbed the things they had to miss when the sun was too harsh. Coyotes bayed and terrified domestic dogs while javelinas, small wild pigs, overturned trashcans and feasted happily.
He wanted to run out there. He wanted to shed his clothes, his humanity, he just wanted to sink into something feral and never come back. He wanted to howl at the moon and terrorize dumpsters and crawl across kitchen floors, ellicting squeals and screams of disgust. To be honest, he'd be happy just standing by the door and taking it all in. His control wasn't good enough for that, though. He knew he'd just keep walking out.
Deep in his mind, there was something nagging at him and Ryan swam towards that point of attention, finally coming to and blinking up at Brendon owlishly. "You came?"
"Of course. What else could I do?" Brendon said sheepishly, his 'raised mormon good boy' side poking it's head out as he threw a coat over Ryan's shoulders. "Here, lets get you away from those doors. Desert's cold at night, moron."
Ryan obdiently nodded and followed Brendon. The yearning didn't leave though, and he knew it would stay till the lights stopped their hum.