FIC: You (1/1)
Title: You.
Fandom: Real People / 30 Seconds To Mars.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Pairing: Shannon/Jared.
Prompt: Table 2; #70 - Sweet. (100_situations)
Word Count: 837.
Rating: PG. Because I refuse to rate something of mine G. lol
Summary: The elder Leto bares his heart.
Author's Notes: So weird to write from Shannon's POV. So weird. And I never write in this style so doubly weird. But I kind of adore this piece so it's okay. I had the random urge to try something I haven't done and make a little departure from what I usually write. Hopefully it works.
They don't understand.
They've never seen the look in your eyes when it's the middle of a sleepless night and there's so much that you want but are afraid to put into words.
Fear; they think it's a word not in your vocabulary, right up there with restraint and common sense. But they don't know you like I know you. To them you're just an image, a fantasy, a creation of their hopes and dreams and the things they hide in the dark corners of their mind. Everything they want and wish for and long to be, yet at the same time fear and hate because of that fear they think you lack. They can't see that you're just as human as they are. That when you get cut you bleed just like everyone else.
You have insecurities but they're buried deep, deep where no one but I can see, would think to look. But that's because I know you... and you trust me.
It still floors me from time to time. Because you could have just about anyone, we all know that, even you. In your cockier moments I know you know it, see that gleam in your eye that says you’re going to take advantage of the leverage other people give you blindly and happily. Yet in the end it's me that you come to, that you ask for answers to questions others would simply feed you what they think you want to hear. Me that gets the privileged peek into your heart and your soul, who hears every ramble, every rant, every desire and fear and hope and dream. What you don’t say with words you don't have to because I've learned how to read those eyes of yours -- you've let me learn -- and I know you can do the same for me.
They'll never see the way your eyes glisten when the shell around you cracks, on the verge of shattering. When your strength falters so I give you mine until your shell reforms, filling in the cracks with everything I have to give. In their eyes a basic sort of protection exists but there's so much more to it than that. So much more. I'd die to keep you safe, safe from anything.
Your star has always shined brighter but I'm okay with that. I'll gladly contribute to see the smile on your face, that one that breaks like sunlight across the horizon at dawn, making your whole being seem to brighten and your eyes shine. That smile makes me fucking ache inside and whenever you crawl deep inside yourself I worry that I'll never see it again.
They don't know that even though you're everything you're a part of something too. When you stand you don't stand alone. They might not see it or realize it but I know you do. The little things are lost on them; the sideways glances, the subtle tilt of your head, the barely there curl of fingers that says 'Join me. Share this with me.' You stay near because you want to, not because you have to or out of some obligation.
Some wouldn't stand for the fear and worry you make me feel but that's why they're not here and I am. They don't know that you worry sometimes too, you're just careful about who you show it around. They'll never see the tremble in your shoulders or feel the strong clutch of your fingers, never taste the salt of your tears or hear the hitch in your whisper when your demons catch up to you and the thoughts in your head are too much for you to take alone.
Even when you're weak you're strong and I wish I could have that strength sometimes. Sure, I'm strong for you, strong because of you, but I'm not so strong alone. We make up for what each other lacks or needs but sometimes... sometimes I listen to you and marvel at what comes so easily to you. You're brilliant even if you only joke about such a thing, wave off such compliments and the like, but you are. You make me think and you amaze me and sometimes I have to wonder just what it is you see in me. You're so inherently complex and I'm so much simpler. Oh, I know what you would say but we both know I am in comparison. I can live with that though.
You're like a muse, breathtaking and spellbinding and everything that I could ever want or need. I look at you and I see everything. You lay yourself bare for me, letting me see every flaw and imperfection, and it only makes me love you more.
They'll never understand, but it's okay. They don't have to.
I understand. And I know that's all that you need.
Fandom: Real People / 30 Seconds To Mars.
Characters: Jared Leto.
Pairing: Shannon/Jared.
Prompt: Table 2; #70 - Sweet. (100_situations)
Word Count: 837.
Rating: PG. Because I refuse to rate something of mine G. lol
Summary: The elder Leto bares his heart.
Author's Notes: So weird to write from Shannon's POV. So weird. And I never write in this style so doubly weird. But I kind of adore this piece so it's okay. I had the random urge to try something I haven't done and make a little departure from what I usually write. Hopefully it works.
They don't understand.
They've never seen the look in your eyes when it's the middle of a sleepless night and there's so much that you want but are afraid to put into words.
Fear; they think it's a word not in your vocabulary, right up there with restraint and common sense. But they don't know you like I know you. To them you're just an image, a fantasy, a creation of their hopes and dreams and the things they hide in the dark corners of their mind. Everything they want and wish for and long to be, yet at the same time fear and hate because of that fear they think you lack. They can't see that you're just as human as they are. That when you get cut you bleed just like everyone else.
You have insecurities but they're buried deep, deep where no one but I can see, would think to look. But that's because I know you... and you trust me.
It still floors me from time to time. Because you could have just about anyone, we all know that, even you. In your cockier moments I know you know it, see that gleam in your eye that says you’re going to take advantage of the leverage other people give you blindly and happily. Yet in the end it's me that you come to, that you ask for answers to questions others would simply feed you what they think you want to hear. Me that gets the privileged peek into your heart and your soul, who hears every ramble, every rant, every desire and fear and hope and dream. What you don’t say with words you don't have to because I've learned how to read those eyes of yours -- you've let me learn -- and I know you can do the same for me.
They'll never see the way your eyes glisten when the shell around you cracks, on the verge of shattering. When your strength falters so I give you mine until your shell reforms, filling in the cracks with everything I have to give. In their eyes a basic sort of protection exists but there's so much more to it than that. So much more. I'd die to keep you safe, safe from anything.
Your star has always shined brighter but I'm okay with that. I'll gladly contribute to see the smile on your face, that one that breaks like sunlight across the horizon at dawn, making your whole being seem to brighten and your eyes shine. That smile makes me fucking ache inside and whenever you crawl deep inside yourself I worry that I'll never see it again.
They don't know that even though you're everything you're a part of something too. When you stand you don't stand alone. They might not see it or realize it but I know you do. The little things are lost on them; the sideways glances, the subtle tilt of your head, the barely there curl of fingers that says 'Join me. Share this with me.' You stay near because you want to, not because you have to or out of some obligation.
Some wouldn't stand for the fear and worry you make me feel but that's why they're not here and I am. They don't know that you worry sometimes too, you're just careful about who you show it around. They'll never see the tremble in your shoulders or feel the strong clutch of your fingers, never taste the salt of your tears or hear the hitch in your whisper when your demons catch up to you and the thoughts in your head are too much for you to take alone.
Even when you're weak you're strong and I wish I could have that strength sometimes. Sure, I'm strong for you, strong because of you, but I'm not so strong alone. We make up for what each other lacks or needs but sometimes... sometimes I listen to you and marvel at what comes so easily to you. You're brilliant even if you only joke about such a thing, wave off such compliments and the like, but you are. You make me think and you amaze me and sometimes I have to wonder just what it is you see in me. You're so inherently complex and I'm so much simpler. Oh, I know what you would say but we both know I am in comparison. I can live with that though.
You're like a muse, breathtaking and spellbinding and everything that I could ever want or need. I look at you and I see everything. You lay yourself bare for me, letting me see every flaw and imperfection, and it only makes me love you more.
They'll never understand, but it's okay. They don't have to.
I understand. And I know that's all that you need.