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31_days2012-07-14 08:14 pm
noir-au-blanc.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2012-07-14 08:14 pm
14 July - Original - Out of Order.
Title: Out of Order.
Day/Theme: July 14 – “Brick and Rivet and Lime”
Rating: PG
Summary: Piece it back together one at a time.
His thoughts lay beside him in pieces, tattered and trailing in the wind like the dying swan song that reverberated through his head over and under, repetition over repetition, the notes falling in with his breaths and rising when he inhaled.
There was the vaguest of thoughts that perhaps he could resew them all together, maybe that would be like a new sparkling awareness, maybe he could fix them like he tried to fix her with his tools and mortar as though she was a house or a patch of road that needed fixing, and not his wife.
Even if she was beautiful and moved with grace and definition, there was something slightly off-kilter as though he hadn’t added an ingredient to the revival, or perhaps infused her oxygen with too much of his own.. she was there, all there.. save for the eyes.. they remained ice cold blue, daring to look at him as if she didn’t care, or even know who he was.
It was falling apart in his hands, slipping through his fingers and curling down at his feet like mist.. he had to find that elusive thing that would bring her back to him, and with it his longing which wrestled helplessly against the chains embedded in the walls.
Day/Theme: July 14 – “Brick and Rivet and Lime”
Rating: PG
Summary: Piece it back together one at a time.
His thoughts lay beside him in pieces, tattered and trailing in the wind like the dying swan song that reverberated through his head over and under, repetition over repetition, the notes falling in with his breaths and rising when he inhaled.
There was the vaguest of thoughts that perhaps he could resew them all together, maybe that would be like a new sparkling awareness, maybe he could fix them like he tried to fix her with his tools and mortar as though she was a house or a patch of road that needed fixing, and not his wife.
Even if she was beautiful and moved with grace and definition, there was something slightly off-kilter as though he hadn’t added an ingredient to the revival, or perhaps infused her oxygen with too much of his own.. she was there, all there.. save for the eyes.. they remained ice cold blue, daring to look at him as if she didn’t care, or even know who he was.
It was falling apart in his hands, slipping through his fingers and curling down at his feet like mist.. he had to find that elusive thing that would bring her back to him, and with it his longing which wrestled helplessly against the chains embedded in the walls.