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In A Glass, Darkly - HiNaBNWARNING: this story is AdelaidexToni. YOU KNOW, LESBIANS 'N' STUFF.
It started with a red rose on her dressing table.
At first, Toni assumed it was meant for another cast member, one with a besotted beau who couldn't tell one table from another in the cluttered backstage. She asked her fellow actors, if anyone had a secret admirer, a lover, and she found Marisa, who had a boyfriend.
"Ask him if he's been leaving you roses."
She asked. He was not.
"Is he lying?"
He was not.
So Toni kept the rose. It seemed harmless at the time, a trinket from a fan; possibly a member of the tech crew, since they had access to the dressing rooms. She took it home, and put it in her prettiest cup, since she had no vase. She changed the water every few days, sprinkling with sugar to prolong the life of the flower. And when it finally wilted a week and a half later, she disposed of the remains, and thought no more about it.
Disturbia - APHMadrid was beautiful at night. That wasn't to say, of course, that Romano would ever tell Spain that, God nothat would be admitting he liked something about the bastard, which he did not. But it was okay to think it to himself, every once in a while; especially on a night like this.
The wind tousled his hair as he sat in the passenger seat of Spain's convertible, the top folded down, cruising along the city's brightly-lit streets. He had asked (demanded) to drive tonight (bastard never let him drive) but as usual, Spain had just laughed and patted him on the head, commenting on how cute he was. This made Romano mad enough that he almost refused to get in the car at all. (Though he did ultimately relent; entirely of his own choosing, and in no way influenced by Spain's big, sad eyes.)
The car slowed, brake lights painting the street behind them red, as Spain pulled to an easy stop at a set of lights. T
Beat Drop - APHA night out in Santorini, just the two of themthat was the plan. Except Japan had mumbled something about needing a restroom, and squeezed through the fluctuating gaps between bodies, toward the edge of the dance floor. He had not yet returned, and Greece could not discern how much time had passed, if it was a reasonable trip to the restroom. Should he go looking for his friend? What song was this, playing beneath layers and layers of remix?
Someone's hands grasped his hips, pulling him back against a solid body, and Greece's own hands flew to the stranger's forearms. Maybe his intent had been to push the stranger away; was that what he was doing? What time was it? The spotlights on the floor were too blinding, visual noiseGreece could not see the sky outside. One of the hands rubbed his stomach through the mesh t-shirt, fingers stroking the plane of skin between his hipbones
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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