Sugar Pain / the GazettE / AoixUruha (Drabble)
Title: Sugar Pain
Band: The GazettE
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: PG-13
Comment: No names mentioned. Fantasy-inclined. The beggining of something bigger. Short.
Word count: 266
Sugar Pain
It's like static, buzzing through my ears and making the sound of pounding blood seem like a faint beat about to die out. It shrieks and burns, like sound isn't supposed to burn - but it does. And at the same time, it's an image that I can't delete from my retinas, where it itches the most, like I've been stabbed through the iris and into my very brain. It's also a frozen fire licking up my arms, enfolding me with delirium and scorching cold. The pads of my fingers, the sensitive skin right beneath my ears and the back of my neck, they're being lapped up by a silver flame. It smells like a thousand dead bodies pouring venom from a lily, incinerating the inside of my nostrils and making me dizzy with its sulfurating scent. But the worst part, it's the best part - the taste, it tastes like a billion colors shooting fireworks on the sides of my tongue, it's sweet, and it's painful, as it's bitter and pure bliss.
What you are to me, it's not coherent. It's a dance of spades, and I'm a gentleman of sorts, dressed in shards of glass and bleeding through my skin. A sky that's falling to feathers, all over me as the music melts into a macabre funeral march, to then go back to a solidified sculpture of ice in a wedding dress.
You, my prince, both in Heaven and Hell, will rule my earthly desire of wanting to last forever, diminishing in your arms and withering away into time.
Pooling my five senses with your sixth.
Always.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I have a weird style when it comes to writing and I'm blocked most of the time. This drabble popped up in my head after looking at these pictures:
http://img155.imageshack.us/my.php?image=72ksdn6.jpg http://img256.imageshack.us/my.php?image=67nkvq7.jpg
http://img133.imageshack.us/my.php?image=97gpja1.jpg
And I can only imagine it to be Aoi talking to Uruha, or viceversa. Actually, in my head, it's a letter, or maybe a real drabble slipped accidentally after a live, with a soft touch... Maybe even softly whispered words after a sweet (rough?) session of lovemaking (sex?).
I can't help to be shy, but I can't shut my mind away from the many stories that want to come out. I'm having a hard time with it as it is, since I seem to be unable to word my thoughts (isn't it awful when you can see something in your head as clear as a movie and then when you want to pen it, it just blurs out or simply disappears?).
'Sugar Pain' is the root of something bigger, something that wants to chew its way out of my brain and into this world for everyone to love and despise.
I just need some encouragement, a little push, a slight nudge for it to pour out like cosmic vomit.
Please, I beg you... Give me so.
Band: The GazettE
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: PG-13
Comment: No names mentioned. Fantasy-inclined. The beggining of something bigger. Short.
Word count: 266
Sugar Pain
It's like static, buzzing through my ears and making the sound of pounding blood seem like a faint beat about to die out. It shrieks and burns, like sound isn't supposed to burn - but it does. And at the same time, it's an image that I can't delete from my retinas, where it itches the most, like I've been stabbed through the iris and into my very brain. It's also a frozen fire licking up my arms, enfolding me with delirium and scorching cold. The pads of my fingers, the sensitive skin right beneath my ears and the back of my neck, they're being lapped up by a silver flame. It smells like a thousand dead bodies pouring venom from a lily, incinerating the inside of my nostrils and making me dizzy with its sulfurating scent. But the worst part, it's the best part - the taste, it tastes like a billion colors shooting fireworks on the sides of my tongue, it's sweet, and it's painful, as it's bitter and pure bliss.
What you are to me, it's not coherent. It's a dance of spades, and I'm a gentleman of sorts, dressed in shards of glass and bleeding through my skin. A sky that's falling to feathers, all over me as the music melts into a macabre funeral march, to then go back to a solidified sculpture of ice in a wedding dress.
You, my prince, both in Heaven and Hell, will rule my earthly desire of wanting to last forever, diminishing in your arms and withering away into time.
Pooling my five senses with your sixth.
Always.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I have a weird style when it comes to writing and I'm blocked most of the time. This drabble popped up in my head after looking at these pictures:
http://img155.imageshack.us/my.php?image=72ksdn6.jpg http://img256.imageshack.us/my.php?image=67nkvq7.jpg
http://img133.imageshack.us/my.php?image=97gpja1.jpg
And I can only imagine it to be Aoi talking to Uruha, or viceversa. Actually, in my head, it's a letter, or maybe a real drabble slipped accidentally after a live, with a soft touch... Maybe even softly whispered words after a sweet (rough?) session of lovemaking (sex?).
I can't help to be shy, but I can't shut my mind away from the many stories that want to come out. I'm having a hard time with it as it is, since I seem to be unable to word my thoughts (isn't it awful when you can see something in your head as clear as a movie and then when you want to pen it, it just blurs out or simply disappears?).
'Sugar Pain' is the root of something bigger, something that wants to chew its way out of my brain and into this world for everyone to love and despise.
I just need some encouragement, a little push, a slight nudge for it to pour out like cosmic vomit.
Please, I beg you... Give me so.