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rainbowfic2015-05-31 03:07 am
crossfortune) wrote in rainbowfic2015-05-31 03:07 am
Entry tags:
not to have to lie;
Name: Mischa
Story: as if words could be undone
Colors: halloween orange (guard your little eggshell heart, for the moon tells lies), octarine (we've got a lot of experience of not having any experience), bistre (It's all right to yearn for things you can't even name)
Supplies and Styles: canvas
Word Count: 153
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: depression, self-worth & self-esteem issues. Mira's fucked-up headspace.
Summary: There is desire, and then there is desire. Mira has serious problems accepting the idea that Ilya is interested in him.
There is desire, and then there is desire: Mira is used to being looked at with the first, because he knows he’s beautiful and uses it as a weapon. A hollow, beautiful shell, skin and flesh arranged over lovely bones: people see the beautiful shell and see what they want, illusion and delusion is his stock-in-trade.
(he flirts and flirts but won’t touch or be touched, because he’s never been good enough)
He doesn’t understand the second: Ilya looks at him like there’s something more to want than the hollow, beautiful shell, like he wants him, and no one’s ever looked at him like that before. Almost like he can see past his masks, as if he hadn’t left part of his heart behind in the dark when he died, as if there is something there to want. It terrifies him and he smiles harder, tries to get him not to see.
Story: as if words could be undone
Colors: halloween orange (guard your little eggshell heart, for the moon tells lies), octarine (we've got a lot of experience of not having any experience), bistre (It's all right to yearn for things you can't even name)
Supplies and Styles: canvas
Word Count: 153
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: depression, self-worth & self-esteem issues. Mira's fucked-up headspace.
Summary: There is desire, and then there is desire. Mira has serious problems accepting the idea that Ilya is interested in him.
There is desire, and then there is desire: Mira is used to being looked at with the first, because he knows he’s beautiful and uses it as a weapon. A hollow, beautiful shell, skin and flesh arranged over lovely bones: people see the beautiful shell and see what they want, illusion and delusion is his stock-in-trade.
(he flirts and flirts but won’t touch or be touched, because he’s never been good enough)
He doesn’t understand the second: Ilya looks at him like there’s something more to want than the hollow, beautiful shell, like he wants him, and no one’s ever looked at him like that before. Almost like he can see past his masks, as if he hadn’t left part of his heart behind in the dark when he died, as if there is something there to want. It terrifies him and he smiles harder, tries to get him not to see.