KARA rush for blood

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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Dylan meant every word. He was happy and it's been so long that it was disorienting... no, well that must be the alcohol. Still, it would've made him uncomfortable if there wasn't anything disorienting him. He was so happy and tomorrow... Tomorrow would bring tragedy wouldn't it? He knew it would. One way or another something would tear him apart and he'd be miserable at best. But he wanted her and if this would last only a for more minutes, than he'd still say it's worth it. She was worth it. She was a treasure and he just wanted to claim her, protect her, support her... He just wanted to protect someone again, he wanted to actually succeed in protecting someone. Tomorrow he knew, fear would take the smirnoff's place and with that, he'd be duped by his own conscious that he would fail.

The thought of tragedy coming to tear them apart had the capability to bring him to tears if he thought about it too much now. So instead, he clung to her and said little like she did. He loved her quiet, he loved her beautiful face even if she didn't smile, he loved how he could wrap his arms around her... He wanted her to know that he did want to protect her and whatever tragedies she's been dealt, he was here now- even if she didn't need him. She wasn't fighting him or pushing her away. He loved her. They were the same, weren't they? Megrims, orphans, meek, shadows...

He liked to talk to her because he knew she listened. That was so new. No one ever listened to him. That's why he raised his voice, cuss, whine, flip the bird and become the part of himself that he despised... Oh, this was just like a dream. He felt doomed and the whole night was just bittersweet. Happy, at peace they were surrounded by magical fireflies and filled with intoxicating smirnoff. And when he woke up... He couldn't think about it, no matter how many times it struggled and swam itself back into his mind. He just wanted to tell her everything before it's too late but words escaped him. He's already told her so much. He felt like he's talked her ear off despite how quiet it really has been. She was still close to him and he didn't want to let go. She brought a different kind of peace. "Hey Kara, it's okay if you don't ever want to talk about your past. It doesn't even matter in a way. We're here now. I don't want to think about yesterday or tomorrow."

He kind of laughed and disengaged from his hug but still held on to one of her hands. "Thirsty?" he smirked, kind of joking. They've been killing two bottles for the past hour. He returned back to the skeleton house, took a long sip of his bottle and laid his back on the very cool cement flooring. He still held on to her small soft hand and made a sigh looking at the sky through the nonexistent roof and ceiling. Suddenly everything was beautiful.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 520 words
NOTES - decided to move things along towards the end. eh... anyway, i figure he falls asleep in the next post or something.... that the plan right??
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

Neither of them said anything and there was really no need or want to. She was happy enjoying the feeling of his arms holding her close. She didn't want him to ever let go. She wanted to stay here with his arms around her like walls, keeping everything bad away. If he let go, she could lose him. He could walk away and leave like everybody else and, for the first time in a long time, it actually mattered. The thought of losing him now terrified her. They'd come so far, he'd made her so safe. And for her safety was a first, something she'd never felt before.

"Hey Kara, it's okay if you don't ever want to talk about your past. It doesn't even matter in a way. We're here now. I don't want to think about yesterday or tomorrow." Silently she thanked him. He'd never understand her without her past and he knew that but her not wanting to talk about it left her incapable of explaining anything. She was glad he wasn't going to push for her past.

She agreed that the now was all that mattered, she didn't want to think about tomorrow either but she knew they were still going to have to face it and the past would always be on their minds, shaping them from day to day. But for the moment she could pretend neither the future nor past existed. She could pretend that he would want her forever. Thinking anything but that scared her too much. Despite knowing that it would never happen -that sort of thing just didn't happen to her- she could, with the Smirnoff's help, dream that it would.

He laughed and let his arms slip from her though he remained in contact, his hand finding hers. "Thirsty?" he asked jokingly, his usual smirk returning. He led them through the fireflies, towards the bottles that stood abandoned on the concrete, the streetlight still shining proudly from the side walk beyond.

She sat cross legged beside him and took a sip from her bottle as he took a drink from his own rapidly emptying bottle, his hand still holding hers. He laid back on the concrete and sighed gently as he looked up at the stars. She took another sip then placed the bottle beside her, her attention turning back to Dylan. It was so hard to comprehend that he was actually happy to have her around.

Both her hands messed affectionately with the one of his he had given her for a minute before slipping her fingers between his. Lifting his hand she pressed the backs of his fingers to her lips and looked over at him with her hair falling in her eyes, unable to voice her thoughts.
Please don't leave me.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`460
ooc` that's k
yeah he passes out, she decides to
mess with his lighter, finds her necklace
and that's sort of as far as we got in
planning this thread haha after that we
sort of decided she was all angry at him
like RAWR XD then he turns up drunk and
tells her he loves her and whatever else
and ... thats as far as we got but details
weren't decided on for anything
Right?
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

SO I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOON TONIGHT, IS IT FULL? IS IT STILL BURNING IT'S EMBERS?
THE PEOPLE DANCING IN THE CORNER THEY SEEM HAPPY BUT I AM SAD
I'M STILL DANCING IN THE COMA OF THE DRINKS I JUST HAD
AND I AM IN THE TWILIGHT OF MY YOUTH, NOT THAT I'M GOING TO REMEMBER
DANCING AND SLOWLY FINDING THE TRUTH AND IT'S COVERED IN COMA

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Dylan never had the most typical childhood. There were only a few occasions when his mother took the time to tuck him into bed like they do on television. He still remembered that, no matter how cheesy that was. Man, this was why he was miserable. He was stuck in the past like the sentimental geek he was. But it was all he had now, and a very obscured future he was too afraid to face yet. The present tense 'now' wasn't anything terrific either. Now became a calling for alcohol... except for right now. He was under the influence right now sure, but it wasn't that. It's always been good when he was around Kara. Their banters, their dares, their criminal activity and general debauchery... it was good. Now was good. It didn't change the future and how bleak it felt, but this girl in her usual dark attire and dark lined eyes somehow made the future less grim. Somehow, a new attitude has emerged. Maybe it was only the desire to impress her or something but it said 'I can'.

He was doing what he usually did when he drank... Just goof off, enjoy a slurred voice and then pass out and finally sleep soundly. He wasn't an insomniac exactly but coma was just better even with the hang over attached. And Kara was still here. She was holding his hand. Her hands were so soft and her touch so gentle. Staring up at the stars, it felt as if now was here to stay. Tomorrow would never come. Time was frozen still with him and Kara, drunk and in love. He hadn't a regret telling her the cliffnotes of his past and the truth about it. As long as she was near him... maybe he wouldn't need comas anymore... maybe now, he'd never be alone again. Maybe now the happiness would be here to stay.

His mind drifted once more and then without much of his consent, his eyes closed in smirnoff sleep.

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TAG - kara!
WORDS - 334 words
NOTES - okay, just checkin' cause i hate not being on the same page! XD
LYRIC - ryan adams!

[KARA LEE RICHARDS]

This is the end of everything I am
Is anybody out there?
Hello ! Alone !

He'd made everything okay, if only for a short while. He'd made her past not matter quite so much and he'd let her feel. That happiness and peace, nobody but Dylan could have shown her that. She didn't want to forget those feelings, she didn't want to forget the way he held her and the feel of his kiss. Was her head too full of the bad things to remember this or would the drink take it away from her? Maybe someone somewhere would take mercy on her and let her remember it, even just a tiny bit would do.

Staring up at the stars Dylan slowly drifted off into the Smirnoff's calling for sleep despite the cold hard concrete beneath him. She closed her eyes for a second, resting with his hand to her lips before she let go, gently placing his hand back down. Reaching for her Smirnoff she took a few sips then replaced it on the floor of the skeleton house. The glow from the streetlight showed her that even now the bottle wasn't empty.

She laid back on the concrete, her hands floating above her head. She watched the stars that had sent Dylan to sleep, lost in peaceful emptiness. She no longer bothered to think, the effort it took was too much and she always went in circles that ended in her past or tomorrow, neither of which she wanted to give the pleasure of acknowledging. Turning her head to the side she stared out towards the light, bright against its night backdrop.

Eventually she pulled herself back up and reached for his pocket, searching for his lighter and glad he always kept it in the same place so she didn't have to look too hard. Her fingers retrieved the lighter, entwined in something else. She held her hand up so the light could reach her fingertips, the light in turn sparkling off the objects she held.

It took only seconds for her world to empty, every emotion draining out of her. In her fingers the golden chain of her locket glinted back at her. He'd promised her... She struggled desperately to grasp what she was seeing. How could he? Scrambling to her feet she turned and ran through the dead house. The bottle and Dylan behind her, the lighter and locket gripped in her fingers. She didn't know where she was going, she just had to get away from here.

Tagged`Dylan
Status`complete
Word Count`403
ooc` haha all is good.
lyrics`hello alone - anberlin