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[August 2] [Vurt] Bad Day for Rainbows
Title: Bad Day for Rainbows
Day/Theme: August 2nd - paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
Series: Vurt
Character/Pairing: Beetle, Scribble, Twinkle, Karli-dog
Rating: PG? PG-13? Some swearing
Warnings: Spoilers for a character death in the book.
It's about holding on at the end, waiting for that last chance at glory, even when your fucking skin is splitting at the seams, colors bleeding out from behind black frock coat (biker badges and a tailored waist), pulled-tight scarf and those lady's leather gloves, vazzed up for the ride. Didn't she say he looked like the invisible man?
But baby, sometimes it's about making the whole damn world know you're there, even if it's only at the end, when maybe it's a little too late. It's always a little too late, not quite enough, never exactly what you meant to say.
It's about coming through, coming in colors, bursting through the endless rain, just when they thought you didn't have a chance, because you could never be invisible, because if you die in flames you'll live forever.
It's about learning how the best things kill you, knowing it in your gut, your heart as it beats too fast, full of colors. It's so easy to go, blinded by those colors, nevermind that it's minutes, seconds, barely a moment before gone.
This time, the last time, it's about being on the dirty end and taking it, and not caring, and sending it back in a blaze of what you never had.
Young man, little girl, robo-dog, watching the Beetle paint the Manchester sky in all the colors. Bad day for cops. Bad day for lovers.
But the Beetle? Cool as always, 'til the end.
Day/Theme: August 2nd - paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
Series: Vurt
Character/Pairing: Beetle, Scribble, Twinkle, Karli-dog
Rating: PG? PG-13? Some swearing
Warnings: Spoilers for a character death in the book.
It's about holding on at the end, waiting for that last chance at glory, even when your fucking skin is splitting at the seams, colors bleeding out from behind black frock coat (biker badges and a tailored waist), pulled-tight scarf and those lady's leather gloves, vazzed up for the ride. Didn't she say he looked like the invisible man?
But baby, sometimes it's about making the whole damn world know you're there, even if it's only at the end, when maybe it's a little too late. It's always a little too late, not quite enough, never exactly what you meant to say.
It's about coming through, coming in colors, bursting through the endless rain, just when they thought you didn't have a chance, because you could never be invisible, because if you die in flames you'll live forever.
It's about learning how the best things kill you, knowing it in your gut, your heart as it beats too fast, full of colors. It's so easy to go, blinded by those colors, nevermind that it's minutes, seconds, barely a moment before gone.
This time, the last time, it's about being on the dirty end and taking it, and not caring, and sending it back in a blaze of what you never had.
Young man, little girl, robo-dog, watching the Beetle paint the Manchester sky in all the colors. Bad day for cops. Bad day for lovers.
But the Beetle? Cool as always, 'til the end.