because my bunnies hate me
Oct. 5th, 2002 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterthis is the bunny that attacked me last night/early this morning. this is... eh... it's a very bad sketchy thing. i wouldn't even call it a draft. i just need to get the words down so i don't forget about them. and yes, dammit, i'm gonna force this into "Blue" if i possibly can, even though it's *so* totally for me and my amusement.
It was supposed to be you and me forever.
That's how these things work out. That's what love is supposed to be. I love you, you love me, we stay together. Forever. Always.
I was always in your heart. I was always that thought, that memory in the back of your mind, I was always there, teasing and taunting and keeping you from truly forgetting me.
So when did it change?
When was I replaced in your heart? In your dreams? That's the way it used to be. I know that in the nights long past, it would be the image of me that would burn behind your closed eyes as you guiltily brought yourself into completion. It would be *my* name on your lips as you struggled to keep quiet in the depths of the night. I know. I watched you. Did you really think you could keep things like that from me, when I'd promised you forever?
When did you stop thinking of me and started dreaming of *him*?
Did you forget me? Was the allure of the blue-eyed boy enough to drive away your memories of me? It seemed to be, since all your waking and dreaming thoughts were of him. It was like some sort of sick obsession, this fascination you had for him. How could I not help but feel dejected and empty to realize that I had been replaced?
He'd replaced me in your life. That was okay... I wasn't there.
He'd replaced me in your dreams. That was okay... everyone need variety.
He'd replaced me in your heart. I don't think I could forgive for the last.
I guess there is never any peace for a dead man. Why would you choose a common street rat over a soldier like him? Is he your prince? Is he your dream? Do you think he can offer you the forever that I gave you with my dying breath?
His time will come.
Yours will, too.
And I'll be here, kid.
I'll always be here.
Forever.
It was supposed to be you and me forever.
That's how these things work out. That's what love is supposed to be. I love you, you love me, we stay together. Forever. Always.
I was always in your heart. I was always that thought, that memory in the back of your mind, I was always there, teasing and taunting and keeping you from truly forgetting me.
So when did it change?
When was I replaced in your heart? In your dreams? That's the way it used to be. I know that in the nights long past, it would be the image of me that would burn behind your closed eyes as you guiltily brought yourself into completion. It would be *my* name on your lips as you struggled to keep quiet in the depths of the night. I know. I watched you. Did you really think you could keep things like that from me, when I'd promised you forever?
When did you stop thinking of me and started dreaming of *him*?
Did you forget me? Was the allure of the blue-eyed boy enough to drive away your memories of me? It seemed to be, since all your waking and dreaming thoughts were of him. It was like some sort of sick obsession, this fascination you had for him. How could I not help but feel dejected and empty to realize that I had been replaced?
He'd replaced me in your life. That was okay... I wasn't there.
He'd replaced me in your dreams. That was okay... everyone need variety.
He'd replaced me in your heart. I don't think I could forgive for the last.
I guess there is never any peace for a dead man. Why would you choose a common street rat over a soldier like him? Is he your prince? Is he your dream? Do you think he can offer you the forever that I gave you with my dying breath?
His time will come.
Yours will, too.
And I'll be here, kid.
I'll always be here.
Forever.
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ne...
Date: 2002-10-05 11:53 pm (UTC)Re: ne...
Date: 2002-10-06 02:10 pm (UTC)hai... hai... i'll try to get this finished, but it's not incredibly long in the first place. this is how it starts and this is how it ends... it's the stuff in the middle i get bleh on.
btw... what do *you* think is going on? whose POV do you think it is?
hint... it *is* a character in GW, but not one you'd immediately think of.
Re: ne...
Date: 2002-10-06 08:13 pm (UTC)okie, here's what i'm assuming:
1. the speaker is duo (i know you mentioned the POV not being very obvious, but "Why would you choose a common street rat over a soldier like him?" pretty much means duo, ne?)
2. the speaker's dead.
3. his lover in life is falling in love with heero b/c ::points up to the previous quote about the street rat & a soldier:: & also you mentioned "Was the allure of the blue-eyed boy enough to drive away your memories of me?"... of course, i guess that *could* be zechs too, ne? ... or maybe quat?
4. the speaker doesn't like the fact that his living lover could love someone else.
... & yeah, that's it. post more, ne? this sounds seriously kickass. ^_^
Re: ne...
Date: 2002-10-06 08:47 pm (UTC)so close. oh so close. you're... :::checks::: 3/4s of the way there.
:::hints::: there's another street rat besides duo. it's just that no one every thinks of him.
(no subject)
Date: 2002-10-06 10:32 am (UTC)::joins with Aoi in poking Hi-chan::
:::endures the poking:::
Date: 2002-10-06 02:12 pm (UTC)no, it's not a *stalker* per se. :::points up to her response to aoi-chan::: it's just sorta creepy and confusing. i think this will be a halloween fic.
and yes, i wanna know what you think is going on. there's hints, but not so noticable if you're not insanely obsessed with GW.