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imaginedyou) wrote2005-05-06 01:05 am
imaginedyou) wrote2005-05-06 01:05 am
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(the sky is falling.) [Lostprophets, Ian/Lee]
title: (the sky is falling.)
fandom: lostprophets
pairing: ian/lee
inspiration: where i end and you begin, radiohead
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Ian dreams of beaches, beaches spattered with shipwrecks. Broken planking, ripped sails, rot working it's way into the skeletons of forgotten boats and galleys. Treasures dust the sand like icing over a cake, a flash of a sapphire here, a ruby red gem there. He pays little attention to the casual decoration of the beach, his sight is full of golden hair that gleams under even the murky sky. He chases Lee through a silent movie and the green eyes of the sky seem to burn the land, that the golden boy touches sand and not cloud.
The light dims with every step, and Ian breaks into a run, he has to catch up before the clock spins too far and darkness envelopes all. But when he's within reach and makes a grab at Lee's shoulder his hand goes through air, and there are ripples as he realises the gap between them is bigger than he supposed. Lee turns and as the dark pulls the curtain he fades until only his eyes are still left staring, piercing holes right through Ian.
He stands with his back to the sea, running ink, mirroring the pitch black sky. The waves lap around his bare feet and water soaks into the ripped bottoms of his jeans. Sand shifts when he wiggles his toes, blue denim looks black and as it soaks up more liquid it chills the flesh. He watches the way the waves curl round his feet in rhythm, and then looks up when two bare feet stand opposite his. Lee slips arms under Ian's at his sides and grips his shoulders as he stoops a little to place a kiss on Ian's chest. He glances up, nothing in his eyes, and falls away into the sea and Ian realises he's been turned around to face the expanse. He had a black shirt on before but when he looks down he sees a black 'x' on his skin, tingling over his heart.
There is loss, and there is lost. There is x, and there is y, and why, why, why are there no handy rules of equation to follow, does x equal y or is it something else entirely, is it like x to y, boy to girl, do they belong together or is there that gap where you end and I begin as in everything. Ian finds himself up in the clouds, not just in his mind, but in the clouds, swinging his legs and looking down over the black waters, looking for something, someone he knows is not there anymore.
When he wakes his hand is placed over his chest, and he knows without looking what he will uncover if he splays out his fingers. He sits up and Lee is in the doorway, just there, this treasure, this prize, this everything everyone wants in his dreams, person or spirit. But they say x, x marks the spot and it's plain where treasure's treasure is. What Lee considers most precious.
And now Ian knows dreams, no matter how shared, can't bridge the gap. The disappearing acts a nudge to get back to reality. He says nothing, lets Lee say nothing. Lips meet and hand over heart there is left only truth, while the world around them all falls down.
fandom: lostprophets
pairing: ian/lee
inspiration: where i end and you begin, radiohead
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Ian dreams of beaches, beaches spattered with shipwrecks. Broken planking, ripped sails, rot working it's way into the skeletons of forgotten boats and galleys. Treasures dust the sand like icing over a cake, a flash of a sapphire here, a ruby red gem there. He pays little attention to the casual decoration of the beach, his sight is full of golden hair that gleams under even the murky sky. He chases Lee through a silent movie and the green eyes of the sky seem to burn the land, that the golden boy touches sand and not cloud.
The light dims with every step, and Ian breaks into a run, he has to catch up before the clock spins too far and darkness envelopes all. But when he's within reach and makes a grab at Lee's shoulder his hand goes through air, and there are ripples as he realises the gap between them is bigger than he supposed. Lee turns and as the dark pulls the curtain he fades until only his eyes are still left staring, piercing holes right through Ian.
He stands with his back to the sea, running ink, mirroring the pitch black sky. The waves lap around his bare feet and water soaks into the ripped bottoms of his jeans. Sand shifts when he wiggles his toes, blue denim looks black and as it soaks up more liquid it chills the flesh. He watches the way the waves curl round his feet in rhythm, and then looks up when two bare feet stand opposite his. Lee slips arms under Ian's at his sides and grips his shoulders as he stoops a little to place a kiss on Ian's chest. He glances up, nothing in his eyes, and falls away into the sea and Ian realises he's been turned around to face the expanse. He had a black shirt on before but when he looks down he sees a black 'x' on his skin, tingling over his heart.
There is loss, and there is lost. There is x, and there is y, and why, why, why are there no handy rules of equation to follow, does x equal y or is it something else entirely, is it like x to y, boy to girl, do they belong together or is there that gap where you end and I begin as in everything. Ian finds himself up in the clouds, not just in his mind, but in the clouds, swinging his legs and looking down over the black waters, looking for something, someone he knows is not there anymore.
When he wakes his hand is placed over his chest, and he knows without looking what he will uncover if he splays out his fingers. He sits up and Lee is in the doorway, just there, this treasure, this prize, this everything everyone wants in his dreams, person or spirit. But they say x, x marks the spot and it's plain where treasure's treasure is. What Lee considers most precious.
And now Ian knows dreams, no matter how shared, can't bridge the gap. The disappearing acts a nudge to get back to reality. He says nothing, lets Lee say nothing. Lips meet and hand over heart there is left only truth, while the world around them all falls down.
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Lips meet and hand over heart there is left only truth, while the world around them all falls down.
*meeeeeeeeeeps
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<3
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XxX
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leeinpinkislove: you're one of many ;-) Do you want me to add you to fsop then while you're in this clever mood so you can read like the ianlee epic and comment every step of the way? lol man if someone actually did that I think I'd have a heart attack.
your rocks off: YES! I'll make it my week or months goal!
So there no excuses now muhahaha!