between midnight and dawn

Maybe it was between midnight and dawn. Somewhere between the lullabies and random hearty jokes. Or maybe it was in between our late night phone calls, between dead air and silence to which we can only hear each other’s background noise.Those faint whispers and humming a familiar song. Maybe it was because of the imaginary idea that somehow we’re meant to be, which only exists during wee hours separated by the static of our cellular phones.The concept of you peacefully sleeping on the other line while I’m engrossed with your snores and breathing patterns.Trying to resist the urge to close my eyes because sometimes there are moments where you could honestly admit that it’s worth skipping sleep for. And maybe, that’s where it all started. That’s when I started falling for you.

Never did I think that I would be the type to be sitting in bars.
Never did I think I would be sitting alone drinking one - 
No two - 
No three glasses of bourbon.
Never did I think that I would be one to roam streets
Wandering aimlessly as the ungodly hours between midnight and dawn roll about.

Never did I think I was going to be the one feeling lost.

—  Aimless Wanderings, BCWrites,
The time between midnight and dawn when most people die, when sleep is deepest, when nightmares are most palatable. It is the hour when the sleepless are pursued by their sharpest anxieties, when ghosts and demons hold sway. The hour of the wolf is also the hour when most children are born.
—  Ingmar Bergman, explaining ‘Hour of the Wolf’
The time between midnight and dawn when most people die, when sleep is deepest, when nightmares are most palatable. It is the hour when the sleepless are pursued by their sharpest anxieties, when ghosts and demons hold sway. The hour of the wolf is also the hour when most children are born.
—  Ingmar Bergman…

It’s a long way
between horizons.
But the space between
your bones
is farther.
And in betwixt neither,
and both,
does my heart lie.

You have another sun,
another skyline. Yet
I yearn to feel
     your skin on mine,
     your breath on my flesh,
the spaces between our stars

Let not our
     or dawns
feel the keen sting
of solitude.

Condense the day
condense the night.

It’s a long way
between horizons.
And the space between
our bones.

—  Sarah Louise, It’s A Long Way Between Horizons

Note: I hopped on the bandwagon and wrote a Council!Gajevy fic because I love it. Also thinking about turning this to smut because it could easily be done. Ugh I love them so much.

It was late, in the void of time between midnight and dawn, when the world was mostly empty of activity. Sometimes it was eerie in the large council building, but Levy got more done at this time. She found herself less distracted by a certain Captain, who she found herself noticing every time he walked by her office, which was often, as his own office was just a couple doors down.

She should have closed her door, but a little part of her resisted. There was nothing wrong with sneaking a peek every once in a while when she heard him coming down the hall. It wasn’t a crime for their eyes to occasionally meet, she assured herself. He had started to visit her quite often, discussing work-related topics. They even went down to lunch together sometimes, along with Lily, when they wasn’t out in the field.

She could hardly help her feelings. She had been attracted to him for quite some time. His Captain outfit didn’t help. She thought he looked rather dashing in it. Ugh, she needed to concentrate.

She squinted at a scroll, trying to decipher some terrible handwriting. The other members of the Council’s research department sometimes wrote things too quickly in their excitement of some new discovery, but Levy wouldn’t begrudge her colleagues. She could understand their delight in new discoveries.

The flickering light from the fireplace didn’t exactly help matters, but she was too intrigued with her work to do anything about the lack of light currently.

As she concentrated on deciphering the scribbles, Gajeel appeared at her doorway. She took no notice. He closed the door softly and walked carefully throughout the books and papers scattered around, hoping not to disturb anything. He took off his Council jacket and draped it across the chair she had in front of her desk. She still hasn’t looked up. He frowned at her.

“Levy, don’t ya sleep?” he inquired quietly, trying not to startle her.

He was unsuccessful. She had been quite intent on the scroll. She jumped a bit and then looked up at him. She took off her glasses and set them on the desk. She only needed them to read. She also flattened her blue hair a bit. She had no idea how it looked at this point of time this late at night.

“What brings you here?” she inquired. She smiled, watching him sit in the chair across from her. They were practically alone in this building. He had shut the door. A million dirty thoughts ran through Levy’s mind, but she shut it down. He probably came to talk about the other members of Fairy Tail or something.

He grinned at her. “Can’t a Captain visit another one without needing a reason?”

“I’m busy,” she chided him.

“Too busy to talk to me?” he asked innocently.

She rolled her eyes at him. “What do you want to talk about?”

“The way ya look at me when I go past your door,” he replied, ruthlessly grinning at her.

She opened her mouth, her cheeks red, but no sound came out. She was embarrassed he had noticed the looks.

He got up and walked around her desk, then grabbed the sides of her plush chair by her head, caging her with his big arms.

She recovered a bit, but his proximity was unnerving her slightly. “I look at anyone that walks by. It’s a perfectly natural thing to do,” she argued, looking up at him a bit defiantly. She had her pride.

Gajeel moved in close to her face, and then whispered in her ear. “I like it, Levy. It’s our little secret.”

Her heart started to race. He moved his face away a small amount but didn’t move his arms. He was still giving her that little smirk. She bit her lower lip, thinking.

“Gajeel…” she started to say, but was interrupted by Gajeel’s lips on her own. Levy was taken aback. He had been hovering near her and now he was kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fervently back. This was what she had been yearning for.

He grabbed her and set her on the edge of her desk, papers spilling to the floor. She didn’t care. She put her arms back around his neck, connecting their lips again. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his body.

He stopped suddenly, pulling his face away from hers. Levy just looked up at him, waiting for him to say something. His face was flush.

“Levy, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he said seriously.

She beamed up at him. “Me too.”

Then he smiled down at her. “I knew that was what those looks you were givin’ me were about.”


REAL psyched on this one. THE ‘ADRENALINE’ VIDEO!

about a year ago i stumbled on an artist named @artby2wenty who creates INCREDIBLE images using lights and long exposures. no computer generated tricks. this is his first foray into video.

“adrenaline” is a song about longing. and los angeles. and the lost hours between midnight and dawn. and he nails it. i can't think of anyone else’s images that even come close.