.b l u e s. For -Sister- [SOMEONE]

[S.E.C.R.E.T]

And I wished for things that I don’t need
And what I chased won’t set me free
And I get scared but I’m not crawling on my knees
And stranger than your sympathy
Take these things, so I don’t feel
I’m killing myself from the inside out
And now my head’s been filled with doubt


Resa looked over the water, blinking and inhaling slowly. The cold air stung her throat and lungs, but she didn’t really feel it. Her eyelids closed over her clear blue-grey eyes as she attempted momentarily to block at reality. Thump. Oh, look! Bing! Reality. A large canine form had just lain down beside Resa and his head was resting across her legs. The half wolf, half German Shepherd beast gave something of a sigh, glancing to Resa as if asking why she was so melancholy.

You should be used to it, Eros. Resa shifted her weight back onto her elbows, then lowered all the way onto the layer of leaves that covered the grounds. You’re talking to a dog—You don’t really exist—Bitch. These were the mental conversations Resa oftentimes had with herself. Her multiple mental personalities were not always the nicest house guests. Resa shook her head lightly to momentarily rid herself of the voices, but then other voices, not her own, came back to her. What fun for a Friday morning, eh?

Resa lifted herself back into a sitting position, moving Eros briefly as she stood, grabbed her messenger bag and guitar, and moved all of five yards to duck through the long, barren branches of a willow and lean against its trunk. Eros came to sit beside her as she pulled her guitar onto her lap. She began to strum, singing lightly under her breath to slow, jazzy tune. Her black hair was lifted by a small, sharp breeze, the teal highlights in it weaving through the black to create an interesting pattern.

Summertime and the living is easy.
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high.
You’re rich and your ma is good lookin’
So hush little baby, don’t you cry….

Resa eventually finished her song, letting her hand stray to stroke Eros for a moment before her hands returned to the stringers to play a different song. The song was meant to be played with a big swing band, but sadly none was available on Resa’s whim. The song, however, sounded just as sad and lonely without one, she thought, as her lips parted to sing.

It was down at old Joe’s barroom, on the corner by the square.
They were servin’ the drinks as usual and the regular crowd was there.
On my left stood big Joe McKennedy; his eyes were bloodshot and red.
He looked to the crowd around him, and these were the words he said:
I’ve been down to St. James Infirmary, to see my baby there.
She was stretched out on a long white table, lookin’ so cold and so pale.
So when I die, I want you to bury me in my three-piece suite and my Stetson hat,
and put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
so all my friends’ll know that I died standin’ high.

Resa tapped one foot in the leaves, her eyes closed as she let the music and Eros’s and her own breathing fill her mind, trying to drown out her thoughts. There’s a wall between you, like the one you built around your heart; so high, so wide, so un-fucking-breakable, no matter who tries to get through. Why the hell—Quiet—No. Why the hell—Shut up.

Hmm, so I took her out to the graveyard, on a horse-drawn hack.
There’ll be three people goin’ out there, only two come.
Let her go, let her go,
God bless her, wherever she may be.
She may search this whole world over,
but she will never find a sweet man like me.

Resa opened her eyes again as her fingers played the last few measures, her eyes straying to the trail when she heard the brushing of leaves being walked on. Eros lifted her head from its resting position, his ears perked up as he moved to the other side of Resa, standing and guarding her until he made sure whatever was coming wasn’t dangerous. Resa let out a wistful laugh, continuing to finish the song as she turned her head back out to the water.

[Alice ;; ♥]

&& BROKEN. && LOST. && finally happy at last.

Ryan had been around the lake for a while. He had taken the time to bring out his paints, and had began to paint. However, in his pages of crinkled watercolors, the lake was not to be seen. Instead, faces. Smiling and laughing, wishing him well. He had started to paint all those he had missed and all those he had met. A strange contrast of new and old. However, his face lifted to glance up at tech sky, and he noted a new figure. He soon recognized her as one already in his paintings,a nd regularly. So he jumped up, sketchbook in one hand, paintbrush in the other, and made his way over to her.

Resa.

He had missed he immensely in the past few days, having not seen her for at least three of them. But now, everything suddenly felt right again, and he lowered himself into sitting right next to her, kissing her cheek softly, not using words.

Right now, words were not needed. He didn't think he could some up what he felt in adjectives or nouns. Perhaps he could only speak simply, or perhaps he was nervous. But when he finally did speak, and could only utter a few words. They changed constantly in his head for moments, until he her begin to sing. A soft melancholy song, and he knew what to say

Everything about you is beautiful. Isn't it?