Deimos (panicandfear) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-05-06 16:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | deimos, phobos |
It's such a shame to let this go to waste
Who: Deimos (panicandfear) & Phobos (fearandpanic)
What: Let me do for you, twin, what you wouldn't for me.
Where: Empty warehouse, somewhere in America
When: Thursday
Credits: Italics taken verbatim from Bridges by Lifehouse.
~ we tried to put a bandage on these years ~
Light bulb on a string, swinging back and forth and back and forth, chasing shadows away, dragging shadows behind it. Back and forth.
On the work bench sat the dark-haired one, kicking his legs back and forth and back and forth. His eyes - stormy dark - were fixed on the light-haired one who sat on the ground right under the bulb where the shadows couldn't reach.
All the talking one had to say, all the things his twin didn't want to hear, he'd said on their aimless drive across the country and his words had passed freely through the silent, empty shell of the other one.
Deimos could say what he liked and pass the blame, knowing Phobos wouldn't mind because...
~ we both lit the match that burnt the bridge ~
So he said it again. And again and again and again. Until he got fed up with it.
"What's the story, pretty, pretty princess twin?" Malice painted across his face, Deimos slipped off the work bench and approached the sitting boy. "I look and look but I see only emptiness."
Yellow light embraced Fear and Terror, casting shadows which revealed the ugliness that lurked within them.
~ 'cause we both walked away ~
"Won't you walk me through-"
"-the graveyards of my mind?"
"Lo, it speaks!"
"You know what lies there; a-"
"-love you buried alive, yes."
The light went out, raining shattered glass on them.
~ who was wrong who's to say ~
"I can unearth it for you, twin, if you let me."
No response.
"Let me do for you what you couldn't, no, wouldn't for me."
A gun's muzzle, hard and cold, touched the back of the blond boy's neck and his mouth went dry. "Go on, twin. Try it," he muttered, and Deimos heard 'you can't do it'.
The dark one pulled the trigger.
Click.
"It's alright, Deimos. You can try again tomorrow."
"Bastard."
"Asshole."
"Shut up."
"You first."
"Make me."
"Too tired."
Silence wrapped itself around the sons of Ares and Aphrodite.
~ we both lit the match and watched our bridges burn down ~