the summer is ending. i feel fall yawning in me, her golden leaves and the time where the air is the most visible. i am trying to take the sun into the colder months but how long will it be before i lose myself again. before the dawn ends. i want to drown myself in a cider cup. i want to take your kisses and use them like lightning bugs. i’ve never wanted so little and so much in my life. i feel like i’m on the edge of something terrible, terrible, and if i just look over my shoulder, it will remember my name and come eat me. i can’t tell if i’m running from something or everything is just leaving. i’m a little unhinged. my lungs are creaking. tomorrow will be closer to my ending. isn’t that true of all of us, you know. we pretend we’re infinite but we’re slowly, slowly unspooling our souls.
He felt tears sting his eyelids. The weightless touch moved across his face, wiping the moisture from his eyes, smoothing the roughness of his hair. He lifted his arms, slowly, and reached out. She stepped inside his embrace, as neatly and simply as she had laid the table and the bed. “I…havena done this in a long time,” he said, suddenly shy. “Neither have I,” she said, with a tiny smile. “But we’ll remember how ‘tis.”
- Voyager, Chapter 6 “Being Now Justified by His Blood”.
“I’ve seen ye so many times,” he said, his voice whispering warm in my ear. “You’ve come to me so often. When I dreamed sometimes. When I lay in fever. When I was so afraid and so lonely I knew I must die. When I needed you, I would always see ye, smiling, with you hair curing up about your face. But ye never spoke. And ye never touched me.”
“I can touch you now.” I reached up and drew my hand gently down his temple, his ear, the cheek and jaw that I could see. My hand went to the nape of his neck, under the clubbed bronze hair, and he raised his head at last, cupped my face between his hands, love glowing strong in the dark blue eyes.
Do you think Keith knew how old he was but didn’t know his birthday date and no one was there to tell him exactly when (because sorry sharon but i don’t think a galra female is going to give birth in a human hospital) was he born?
Like imagine a 7 years old Keith in front of a My Chemical Romance poster that announces the group’s “The Black Parade” new album release and the little boy just standing there like
“This is it”
“This is going to be my birthday you gross dirty donkey balls sucker”