August 14, 2000
we do not own these puppets
views expressed are not necessarily those of the authors
we do not own this song: fiona apple should, but we doubt that she
does, some large corporation probably has that honor
'pale september' is a short series of 2x3 vignettes for draco ^_^
so...uh...surprise!
~pale september~
he goes along just as a water lily
gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
unweighed down by passion or intensity
yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
and he finds a home in me
for what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
~pale september~
No.
No.
I'm afraid not, sir.
Not today.
I'm sorry, but no.
No.
I drive slowly along the beach, careful to leave tracks as deep as this old SUV can. Duo would have loved to still be causing mischief, even if it was through his stoic lover. Even driving is a little piece of him; somehow he understood my reluctance to pilot, even to drive. He usually did it, but he's sleeping in a glossy black cherry box right now and can't.
He was such an understanding person. Maybe it was all that he had seen, all that he had heard but hadn't needed to envision. He understood the darkness better than Quatre had. They couldn't even spare a day to come and see him buried. None of the churches in town would do it either, damn them all to hell.
It's such a Duo-like exclamation that I want to stop the car, open the tailgate and see if he's sitting in his coffin with a walkie talkie, putting thoughts into my head, grinning in that exasperatingly ingratiating way.
But we're here, at the dock where we first kissed. Or rather, where we first bumped noses; it was such a clumsy embrace, full of unacknowledged tension.
So I drag his sleeping box onto the rotting wood and tie on the weights with trembling fingers. The structure groans in protest, swaying on the old supports, and then I'm pushing it off, onto that little paddle boat we thought we could cross the ocean in.
It floats, unwieldy and rocking, for a few moments, and then I press the detonator. The boat explodes into blue fire, a flaming lily on the water.
End Chapter Three: Spring Melts Into Summer
Ariana and Bianca
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