my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel. allison argent. rated pg-13. tw for blood, mentions of violence & family death.
also i stole your title because reasons. shhh.
The air in the spare bedroom clutches at Allison's lungs, holding them tightly and restricting her breathing. It is lacking. Lacking in noise, lacking in light, lacking in warmth. And then the more specific things - the smell of Lydia's too expensive perfume mixed with Allison's own fruit spice scent. Bedside table pictures and picked away parts of wallpaper and downstairs' murmured voices, lulling her to a troubled sleep.
(And the trouble in her sleep always mirrored the trouble in her life - uncontrollable, inescapableStill and sober and silent, she lies. Lydia's punch can still be tasted on the tip on her tongue, mixed with salty tears and heavy grief. Seconds drag into minutes and minutes pool into hours and her eyes flick towards the clock, counting. Waiting. Time heals; time strengthens. How many hours and how many days and how many years until her
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Lydia/Jackson Be my bad boy, be my man Be my weekend lover, but don't be my friend You can be my bad boy, but understand That I don't need you in my life again
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also i stole your title because reasons. shhh.
The air in the spare bedroom clutches at Allison's lungs, holding them tightly and restricting her breathing. It is lacking. Lacking in noise, lacking in light, lacking in warmth. And then the more specific things - the smell of Lydia's too expensive perfume mixed with Allison's own fruit spice scent. Bedside table pictures and picked away parts of wallpaper and downstairs' murmured voices, lulling her to a troubled sleep.
(And the trouble in her sleep always mirrored the trouble in her life - uncontrollable, inescapableStill and sober and silent, she lies. Lydia's punch can still be tasted on the tip on her tongue, mixed with salty tears and heavy grief. Seconds drag into minutes and minutes pool into hours and her eyes flick towards the clock, counting. Waiting. Time heals; time strengthens. How many hours and how many days and how many years until her ( ... )
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"(And Allison wonders if they'll find silver in her veins when she dies.)"
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Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my weekend lover, but don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy, but understand
That I don't need you in my life again
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People say this feeling's just not real
But I don't care 'cause this is what I feel
You have a way, a way, a way with me
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I had the life of ordinary
I spat it out
Now my condition’s kinda scary
I need you now
Not love, I need something else
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I get a little bit ambitious
That's why you love me
Because you can't resist it
You'd do anything for me
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