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Breaking Muse

  • May. 25th, 2005 at 2:29 AM
Crow
Poke poke.

"Huhwhazzit?" I mumbled into my pillow.

Poke poke.

"UmwhaJesus!" I thrashed about in my bed, kicking and flailing at the unseen poker in the dark.

"Calm down, calm down," the Muse said.

"Muse? What the hell are you doing over here in the middle of the fucking night? Jesus! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Her silhouette poked me again in the side. "Move over," she said.

"What? Say what?"

"Move over," she repeated. "I want to get in."

I squinted nearsightedly at the glowing numbers on the clock on the night stand. "It's two in the morning, Muse. Can't this wait until tomorrow? And stop sneaking into my house when I'm not expecting you. I mean... Jesus. I'm not even awake yet."

"Shut up," she said, and poked me again, "and move over."

I sighed and scooted to the left side of the bed. She raised the blanket on the right side and slipped in next to me. Other than shoes, she was dressed. I, however, was not. "Watch your hands, Muse. No touching in the swimsuit area."

"Shut up," she said again. "You're not my type. You're a nice boy." She slid closer to me and grabbed my arm, positioning herself next to me, her cheek pressed against my chest. As she settled, I felt a tickle against my skin.

"Muse," I said. "Are you crying?"

"Shut up. Just a little," she said. "Don't tell anyone."

I reached my hand into her hair and pulled it back from her forehead, then turned my head and kissed her there. "What's wrong?"

She sniffed. "Nothing. Everything. Yin and Yang. Laurel and Hardy. Fuck all and fuck everything."

I stroked her hair. "Want to be more specific, honey?"

She shook her head and then wiped her eyes. "No. Doesn't matter."

"Want me to kill someone for you? I will, you know."

"Just let me sleep here tonight, okay?" She rested her cheek against me again and put her hand on my stomach. "I need some warmth tonight."

"You can have anything you want, Muse." I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly in the dark.

"Except easy solutions," she said.

I continued stroking her hair. "There are no easy solutions to difficult problems. Besides, the game wouldn't be worth the playing if they were."

"Shut up," she said once more. "Don't try to cheer me up tonight. Just let me cry a little and go to sleep, okay?"

"Okay. Whatever you need, Muse."

She sniffed again. "I need a do-over on the past few years of my life. Can you give me that?"

"Nope."

"Then stop talking," she said. She tilted her head to kiss my chest a single time, then pressed her cheek against me again. "Let me sleep."

Eventually, she did. Later, I did as well.

Comments

giggleloop wrote:
May. 25th, 2005 01:54 pm (UTC)
i know it's been said, but your writing is achingly beautiful. *hugs*

-b
king_cool_paul wrote:
May. 25th, 2005 03:27 pm (UTC)
Oh, you love me :P
giggleloop wrote:
May. 25th, 2005 04:03 pm (UTC)
don't be flip, accept the compliment. darn it.

don't make me kick you. :P

-B
king_cool_paul wrote:
May. 25th, 2005 04:09 pm (UTC)
I *knew* you were going to pick on me if I didn't just take it like a man.

Damn you.

Fine. I'll take the compliment. Meanie.

(Thanks)
giggleloop wrote:
May. 25th, 2005 05:58 pm (UTC)
*smooch* of course. :)

-B
giggleloop wrote:
May. 25th, 2005 05:58 pm (UTC)
love the Crow icon, btw. :P

-B
king_cool_paul wrote:
May. 25th, 2005 10:31 pm (UTC)
Everybody loves the Crow ;)
shannonsays wrote:
May. 25th, 2005 10:04 pm (UTC)
thanks. i needed this.

shit got worse today.
king_cool_paul wrote:
May. 26th, 2005 03:41 am (UTC)
Bad day, dear?
shannonsays wrote:
May. 26th, 2005 12:17 pm (UTC)
undoubtedly. complete with nervous breakdown.

but now i'm going to chicago for part of this weekend. (:
serenityn0w wrote:
Jun. 2nd, 2005 08:47 am (UTC)
*sniff*, I've had those days/nights.

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