Post by icarus mcgregor koufidakis on Dec 26, 2011 21:57:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #88140e; padding-bottom: 20px;] our hearts are heavy burdens so goodnight you, and goodnight moon, when you're all that i think about, all that i dream about. how'd i ever breathe without a goodight kiss from goodnight you. the kind of hope they all talk about, the kind of feeling we sing about. sit in our bedrooms and read aloud like a passage from goodnight moon. then here you were, and i saw my juliet come graceful down the stairs. it's hard to miss the way her eyes light up the room and still the air. "well, it really was nice to meet you morgan murdoch. and i hope your friendaversary is wonderful." he knew it wasn't going to be that easy to get rid of morgan. while he didn't regret bringing adaline tonight, a voice in the back of his head was telling him it would have been easier if he hadn't of even asked. there were a couple reasons why that little jiminy cricket in his mind was telling him that, too. for one- what did this make them? what did this turn their relationship into? obviously they weren't magically 'exclusive' because they went on one 'date' that wasn't even really a date. it was a friend helping out another friend, because god knows that icarus would have been miserable if he hadn't brought ada along. she was like... like comfort blanket. some girls used their hair as an escape of stress and awkward situations, as weird as that was, and some people excercised, as unhealthy as that had the potential to be. icarus was the kind of person that used people, specifically people that knew everything or most everything about him. adaline was that kind of person. in the nineteen, almost twenty four, months that they dated, icarus revealed things to this woman that he had never let anyone know before. he told her things that his brother didn't know. hell, ada discovered stuff about icarus that his sister didn't even know about him, and his sister knew everything, especially things that icarus kept secrets. the voice was also telling him that one outting wasn't going to fix their relationship. it certainly wouldn't regain adaline's trust in icarus, because even the most clueless person knew that ada was no dumby, something that he liked about her, among heaps of other attributes. the number two thing that his mind was screaming at him was that morgan would never, in a million years, let this go. now that he had met adaline, the girl that icarus had been on-and-off pining over for the whole of their friendship, he would never stop harassing him about her. adaline didn't understand this much yet, but icarus certainly did. it was something that morgan was infamous for. he loved to humilate people, because he didn't back down. he didn't get embarrassed, either. unless it was unwanted attention from a female, one would have to try pretty damn hard to make morgan blush. it took icarus two months to find this out. when they went to sully's and a cute girl hit on morgan, he thought that he was just a shy guy around girls. after it happened over and over again, icarus made a realization- two actually. one, morgan was a flaming homosexual. two, morgan's worst nightmare was women who flirted with him and that was the only thing that could throw morgan off. there was no way that morgan would find someone else to irritate unless he wanted to. morgan looked over his shoulder, and icarus was hoping he was looking for someone else to irritate. surprisingly, he was. he looked back at the pair, and a smile appeared on his face again. "well, icarus, you lucked out. i just spotted kellis and you know how precious time with him is." icarus thanked god in his head. kellis was really a crabby, old man who they were convinced was homophobic. he almost felt bad letting morgan retreat to him, then he thought about it- he could handle himself. "i'll just leave you two lovebirds alone. if i don't see you again tonight, you two use protection." and then he was praying that morgan would be struck by lightning on the way to the old man and his wife. he waddled off, and icarus quickly cleared his throat. he didn't immediately say anything to adaline but instead only released the grip that he had on ada and pulled the weight of his arm off of her. trying to find something to do with his hands, he reluctantly stuffed them into his pockets. he looked back to make sure his friend was well out of the range of hearing him before he turned to ada, in front of him now instead of side by side. "i'm sorry about, uh... that." he pulled his left hand out of his pocket to push it through his gelled hair, a nervous habit of icarus'. "morgan's, uh... morgan." he half-grinned again, shrugging his shoulders. "it took me a while to get used to him. he can be a little overwhelming, but he's my best friend. i don't know how i've gone this long without him." he chuckled, the small grin turning into a full smile. even though morgan could be irritating, and sometimes icarus felt like setting him loose in the woods while he set out after him with a gun, he was still his best friend. he didn't know what he would do without him. no adaline and no morgan? he didn't have to imagine what that would feel like, because before last june, that's exactly how he lived- and it was not his ideal world. eight hundred fifty three words, icarus/hannah and adaline/renee, outfit, lol this was like a fucking scene oh my god. don't hate me pls. |
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