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[IF] January D - Song Lryic
Jan. 17th, 2007 03:14 pm"Face to face -- and dream of flying
Who are you? -- who am I?" -- Siouxsie and the Banshees
[locked from Lincoln and Michael]
It’s only been a few days, but I don’t think I’m going to make it.
There’s moments when he looks at me that I feel it the most...when he’s staring at me outright or odd little instances when he touches my face, turns my head so he can stare me straight in the eye. I see myself in his face when he does that...the light in his eyes, the little twist of his lips that’s not a smile, but not a frown...but mostly the way his brow furrows, just a bit. Like I’m a puzzle he really wants to solve.
Like I’m a secret he’s desperate to know.
Everything about him fits...he’s a good man, but he’s not pure. He knows what I am and he can get past it...and he has a real life he can offer me, a life that I need. He doesn’t ask anything of me that I can’t give, and the things he wants to ask me for are all things I’d love nothing more than to provide.
And when he touches me, the world stops turning.
It’s when he looks into my eyes and sees something good that I feel like I’ve stepped into Mercury’s shoes. The wings on my heels, flapping hard, begging me to bolt before that look can ever change, before he can come to his senses and realize just who and what he’s sleeping with at night.
I know that running’s useless...I already tried it. I left it all behind, one perfect night that should have held me over for a long time...until it faded and I went looking for another memory to warm my bed on the nights when sleeping alone left me cold and aching.
But we found each other...and I’m back in his arms again.
I can’t be the woman he sees...and when I’m with him, I don’t *feel* like the woman I know I am.
I don’t know who I am anymore, and I don’t know where to go.
I just know that it won’t be too much longer before I’m running again.
[/locked]
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 355
Who are you? -- who am I?" -- Siouxsie and the Banshees
[locked from Lincoln and Michael]
It’s only been a few days, but I don’t think I’m going to make it.
There’s moments when he looks at me that I feel it the most...when he’s staring at me outright or odd little instances when he touches my face, turns my head so he can stare me straight in the eye. I see myself in his face when he does that...the light in his eyes, the little twist of his lips that’s not a smile, but not a frown...but mostly the way his brow furrows, just a bit. Like I’m a puzzle he really wants to solve.
Like I’m a secret he’s desperate to know.
Everything about him fits...he’s a good man, but he’s not pure. He knows what I am and he can get past it...and he has a real life he can offer me, a life that I need. He doesn’t ask anything of me that I can’t give, and the things he wants to ask me for are all things I’d love nothing more than to provide.
And when he touches me, the world stops turning.
It’s when he looks into my eyes and sees something good that I feel like I’ve stepped into Mercury’s shoes. The wings on my heels, flapping hard, begging me to bolt before that look can ever change, before he can come to his senses and realize just who and what he’s sleeping with at night.
I know that running’s useless...I already tried it. I left it all behind, one perfect night that should have held me over for a long time...until it faded and I went looking for another memory to warm my bed on the nights when sleeping alone left me cold and aching.
But we found each other...and I’m back in his arms again.
I can’t be the woman he sees...and when I’m with him, I don’t *feel* like the woman I know I am.
I don’t know who I am anymore, and I don’t know where to go.
I just know that it won’t be too much longer before I’m running again.
[/locked]
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 355
