Status: Updating as often as Ryan makes weird tweets :D
Cemetery boy
Release me
I begin making the biggest, strongest coffee in the entire world; I think I’m going to need it.
“Want some?” I ask and indicate to the cup,
Brendon, who was sitting on the lounge and looking unbearably awkward and nervous shakes his head
“I can’t eat food” he mutters and looks at his hands
Another thing I never knew, I gave a nod and sat down next to him: close enough that we could come together if we wanted to snog and make out and far enough that we decided to hate each other for the rest of eternity ...it was truly ridiculous that I thought this through.
I sipped at my coffee. Was he going to tell me?
At that exact moment he begin to talk
“Being a death...you are completely alone and completely empty. A death feels nothing except its own existence; it was worse for me then the other deaths because I wanted nothing more than to feel. I wanted to feel desire”
He paused for a moment and looked at me as if expecting me to gain some sort of understanding from this....I was still lost behind a sea of what the fuck.
“I wanted nothing more than to love...so I made a deal with the only person that could get me what I wanted—the devil, he can call on me and ask for favours, and in exchange: I can love”
I stare. His lips were moving but this didn’t make any sense. My mind refused to process any of this.
“I don‘t understand”
Brendon smiled and moved closer to me “I’m the tin man for the wizard of Oz, I needed a heart—and now I’m using it”
He leaned forward and kissed my lips softly
...I kissed back.
“Want some?” I ask and indicate to the cup,
Brendon, who was sitting on the lounge and looking unbearably awkward and nervous shakes his head
“I can’t eat food” he mutters and looks at his hands
Another thing I never knew, I gave a nod and sat down next to him: close enough that we could come together if we wanted to snog and make out and far enough that we decided to hate each other for the rest of eternity ...it was truly ridiculous that I thought this through.
I sipped at my coffee. Was he going to tell me?
At that exact moment he begin to talk
“Being a death...you are completely alone and completely empty. A death feels nothing except its own existence; it was worse for me then the other deaths because I wanted nothing more than to feel. I wanted to feel desire”
He paused for a moment and looked at me as if expecting me to gain some sort of understanding from this....I was still lost behind a sea of what the fuck.
“I wanted nothing more than to love...so I made a deal with the only person that could get me what I wanted—the devil, he can call on me and ask for favours, and in exchange: I can love”
I stare. His lips were moving but this didn’t make any sense. My mind refused to process any of this.
“I don‘t understand”
Brendon smiled and moved closer to me “I’m the tin man for the wizard of Oz, I needed a heart—and now I’m using it”
He leaned forward and kissed my lips softly
...I kissed back.
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So short it hurts—anyway hope that explains the majority of things, but (dramatic music) WHAT IS THE DEVIL GOING TO ASK HIM TO DO? Lol I know no one cares, the real question is whether or not they’re going to do it and who’s playing the devil(evil laughter, you’ll never know)