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5 november . dear wendy . boy with gun
Title: boy with gun
Day/Theme: 5 nov // white in the moon the long road lies
Series: dear wendy (2005 film)
Character/Pairing: dick dandelion & the dandies
Notes: g! fic and image again, ahaha. dear wendy is also on the list of small indie movies you ought to see!
The bullet sang a shrill, high note when it hit Huey's skull. It was just a wee little thing, the cop's gun was an old model, 7.5 inch barrel and all. It shouldn't have been the fatal one, don't you think? A bullet with more of an honorable history-- a real war hero, if you know what I mean -- that should've been the one to get Huey. That it sang a litle song upon impact, through skin and bone and muscle, that just speaks of arrogance, like.
If you wanted to go out with a real bang, if anything, you ought to be kissed goodbye by Wendy -- my Wendy, in the grubby hands of some know-nothin' no good officer of the law, or worse, maybe suffocating in the tight static of an undersized back pocket on the rear of the officer's law pants, heavy starch. Her silver must be getting all scratched. Balls, isn't it?
But, you go when you go. Huey had some kind of a smile on his face, and Susan whispered to me while readying the cartridge in her hands that he looked like some kind of an angel. I whispered back that that wasn't no angel, that was Huey, lying dead on the market square with a weird goofy smile on his face.
Why're we doing this, why're we doing this, Sebastian was muttering furiously to himself while checking the barrel on his gun, but he made right sure we all heard. I glared at him, though it bothered him none.
I hope I look beautiful when I go, Susan breathed. Beautiful, not jus' pretty.
You will be, I assured her.
It was high noon, like in the old movies. I stepped out first from behind the back wall of the grocer's, and the sun got into my eyes like a mad cat, blinding white. But it's all about perspective, see-- and it's the dead of night, and me n' my band of rebels are going to take back our land and end the war, win or lose.
Day/Theme: 5 nov // white in the moon the long road lies
Series: dear wendy (2005 film)
Character/Pairing: dick dandelion & the dandies
Notes: g! fic and image again, ahaha. dear wendy is also on the list of small indie movies you ought to see!
The bullet sang a shrill, high note when it hit Huey's skull. It was just a wee little thing, the cop's gun was an old model, 7.5 inch barrel and all. It shouldn't have been the fatal one, don't you think? A bullet with more of an honorable history-- a real war hero, if you know what I mean -- that should've been the one to get Huey. That it sang a litle song upon impact, through skin and bone and muscle, that just speaks of arrogance, like.
If you wanted to go out with a real bang, if anything, you ought to be kissed goodbye by Wendy -- my Wendy, in the grubby hands of some know-nothin' no good officer of the law, or worse, maybe suffocating in the tight static of an undersized back pocket on the rear of the officer's law pants, heavy starch. Her silver must be getting all scratched. Balls, isn't it?
But, you go when you go. Huey had some kind of a smile on his face, and Susan whispered to me while readying the cartridge in her hands that he looked like some kind of an angel. I whispered back that that wasn't no angel, that was Huey, lying dead on the market square with a weird goofy smile on his face.
Why're we doing this, why're we doing this, Sebastian was muttering furiously to himself while checking the barrel on his gun, but he made right sure we all heard. I glared at him, though it bothered him none.
I hope I look beautiful when I go, Susan breathed. Beautiful, not jus' pretty.
You will be, I assured her.
It was high noon, like in the old movies. I stepped out first from behind the back wall of the grocer's, and the sun got into my eyes like a mad cat, blinding white. But it's all about perspective, see-- and it's the dead of night, and me n' my band of rebels are going to take back our land and end the war, win or lose.
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