J2 RPS Mini-fic: Paper Scissors Stone
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biffyFirst attempt at writing any kind of fic in about 5 years or so. Inspired by that bit of the S2 gag reel and a song by Monkey Swallows The Universe. Pure undiluted schmoop from Jared's POV, it's just the mood I was in. Comments very welcome, coz I'm very nervous about posting this!
Paper Scissors Stone
Your electric touch. So innocent and sweet, yet it thrills me every time. The unbreakable gaze from those hazel eyes. How could so much meaning pass in such a glance? I couldn't help but reach out, your velvet skin inviting me in with no apologies. They all believe it's just paper, scissors, stone. But we know the truth. The memory of your kiss still burning inside me. You turned away but you couldn't hide the longing from me. Time is on our side, we don't have to rush this feeling. I'll wait for you as long as it takes. Just know I'll always be here.
Caps from Summer Skin
Up with the dawn is not like you at all, something's wrong
This is a rare kind of atmosphere in our home
It's easier to talk after hours when you're not so dry
Then you can see more clearly what's important's alright
And I believe that it will all turn out like sticks and stones
More precious things they have been broken other than our bones
Our only obstacle is time
And time's a friend of mine...sometimes
Your electric touch. So innocent and sweet, yet it thrills me every time. The unbreakable gaze from those hazel eyes. How could so much meaning pass in such a glance? I couldn't help but reach out, your velvet skin inviting me in with no apologies. They all believe it's just paper, scissors, stone. But we know the truth. The memory of your kiss still burning inside me. You turned away but you couldn't hide the longing from me. Time is on our side, we don't have to rush this feeling. I'll wait for you as long as it takes. Just know I'll always be here.
Caps from Summer Skin
Up with the dawn is not like you at all, something's wrong
This is a rare kind of atmosphere in our home
It's easier to talk after hours when you're not so dry
Then you can see more clearly what's important's alright
And I believe that it will all turn out like sticks and stones
More precious things they have been broken other than our bones
Our only obstacle is time
And time's a friend of mine...sometimes
We've all suffered this way so I know how to find you
These sad seconds are already behind you, don't wish more away
Oh take what you can from the days that seem fruitless
People are like trees - they should never be rootless...mostly anyway
And I believe that it's just paper, scissors, stone
We're out there every day making choices all alone
The only faith we have is weak at best
And we're all so sure we're not just like the rest
And like they say it's all just sex and drugs and rock and roll
The only difference is that we don't have to do them all
But while we're here there's always time...
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Date: 2007-09-22 04:47 pm (UTC)