angelgazing: (mcr - gee in a box)
angelgazing ([personal profile] angelgazing) wrote2009-03-20 09:49 pm

maybe I just like to be contrary.

As is typical for me, now that I'm at the hard part of my big bang (you know, the part where I have to like, figure out a plot, so I can use something other than exclamation points and "you know" to describe it) I want to write something completely different.

With road trips and mixtapes and summer rain storms and pining and a style I miss writing in.

I settled for a drabble for now.

the wind through paper wings


He stops, laughs, shivers, presses his thumb against the ring in his lip and looks to the sky. He can't get his cigarette lit in the drizzle, and it's been coming down for days, heavy and thick and he left his jacket at a coffee shop three blocks back.

His cell chirps in his pocket, lost against the sound of water rushing in the gutter. There's nothing but gray clouds, as pressing as the weather and Gerard's hand on his shoulder when he catches up, smiling.

Frank takes off again, splashes through puddles and pretends he remembers how to fly.




So. There's that?

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