(Billie Joe's POV)
It kills me not to know this, but I’ve all but just forgotten what the color of his eyes were, or his scars or how he got them. As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten. There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place. And there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds. But seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear.
“So tell me now, if this ain't love then how do we get out?” I asked. Because I don't know.
That's when he said, “I don't hate you, boy, I just want to save you while there's still something left to save.”
That's when I told him, “I love you, extraordinary girl, but I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have.”
But that day pressed on like crushing weights, for no man does it ever wait like memories of dying days that deafen us like hurricanes. Bathed in flames we held the brand, uncurled the fingers in your hand, pressed into the flesh like sand.
“Now do you understand?” he asked.
Now we’re 1000 miles away and there's nothing left to say. But so much left that I don't know. We never had a choice, this world is too much noise, it takes me under once again
I don’t hate you…
“So tell me now, if this ain't love then how do we get out?” I asked. Because I don't know.
That's when he said, “I don't hate you, boy, I just want to save you while there's still something left to save.”
That's when I told him, “I love you, extraordinary girl, but I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have.”
I don’t hate you.
I don’t hate you, no…
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AN: This is mostly for right after American Idiot, when Billie Joe's forgotten Davey's name.
I own nothing.
Lyrics (c) Rise Against
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Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Give Me Novacaine (Trentvey Songfic)
by: suki self-destruct
For Losty.
I do not own the song off this was based. "Give Me Novacaine" belongs to Green Day. Trent and Davey own themselves. All I own is the plot. Thanks.
*
From where I sat in the corner of our room, I could hear Davey’s fitful sleeping, his constant shifting. I sighed. He was having another nightmare. As silently as I could, I stood up and walked over to our bed.
Davey’s long, tangled black hair was spread over his pillow and stuck to his skin with his sweat. His pale face was twisted into a pained, scared expression. It almost hurt to see him like this. Sitting down on the bed, I carefully took his thin hand in mine. He tensed suddenly, wrapping his hand tightly around mine and digging his painted nails into my flesh.
Without warning, Davey’s brown eyes snapped open. His only expression was fear -- pure, intense fear.
“Trent,” was all he said, rather faintly, before launching into my arms. I wrapped my arms around his shuddering shoulders as he cried.
“Take away the sensation inside. Bittersweet migraine in my head,” he whispered, “it’s like a throbbing toothache of the mind. I can’t take this feeling anymore…”
“I’ll drain the pressure from the swelling, babe,”
“This sensation’s overwhelming,” he muttered, “out of body and out of mind,”
I asked if I could do anything for him.
“Kiss the demons out of my dreams,” was all he answered with,.
I pulled him onto my lap and pulled him closer to me. Wiping away his tears with one hand, I kissed him, softly and slowly. Davey hesitated a bit before kissing back, his tears slowing. He quietly moaned as I entered his mouth with my tongue.
We pulled away after about a minute. Davey looked better now and I smiled.
“I get the funny feeling that’s alright,” I told him.
“Drain the pressure from the swelling…this sensation’s over whelming. Give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright. Tell me that I won’t feel any pain,” Davey answered in a whisper, before gripping my shoulders and pushing me backwards so that I was laying down now. His lips fell onto mine and we kissed again, clinging together, feeling eachother again. I gently nibbled his lip ring and my tongue played at the corner of his mouth, sliding in as he let it.
After a while, we broke apart and fell asleep, Davey safely and peacefully in my arms.
“Give me Novacaine..” he mumbled in his sleep.
For Losty.
I do not own the song off this was based. "Give Me Novacaine" belongs to Green Day. Trent and Davey own themselves. All I own is the plot. Thanks.
*
From where I sat in the corner of our room, I could hear Davey’s fitful sleeping, his constant shifting. I sighed. He was having another nightmare. As silently as I could, I stood up and walked over to our bed.
Davey’s long, tangled black hair was spread over his pillow and stuck to his skin with his sweat. His pale face was twisted into a pained, scared expression. It almost hurt to see him like this. Sitting down on the bed, I carefully took his thin hand in mine. He tensed suddenly, wrapping his hand tightly around mine and digging his painted nails into my flesh.
Without warning, Davey’s brown eyes snapped open. His only expression was fear -- pure, intense fear.
“Trent,” was all he said, rather faintly, before launching into my arms. I wrapped my arms around his shuddering shoulders as he cried.
“Take away the sensation inside. Bittersweet migraine in my head,” he whispered, “it’s like a throbbing toothache of the mind. I can’t take this feeling anymore…”
“I’ll drain the pressure from the swelling, babe,”
“This sensation’s overwhelming,” he muttered, “out of body and out of mind,”
I asked if I could do anything for him.
“Kiss the demons out of my dreams,” was all he answered with,.
I pulled him onto my lap and pulled him closer to me. Wiping away his tears with one hand, I kissed him, softly and slowly. Davey hesitated a bit before kissing back, his tears slowing. He quietly moaned as I entered his mouth with my tongue.
We pulled away after about a minute. Davey looked better now and I smiled.
“I get the funny feeling that’s alright,” I told him.
“Drain the pressure from the swelling…this sensation’s over whelming. Give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright. Tell me that I won’t feel any pain,” Davey answered in a whisper, before gripping my shoulders and pushing me backwards so that I was laying down now. His lips fell onto mine and we kissed again, clinging together, feeling eachother again. I gently nibbled his lip ring and my tongue played at the corner of his mouth, sliding in as he let it.
After a while, we broke apart and fell asleep, Davey safely and peacefully in my arms.
“Give me Novacaine..” he mumbled in his sleep.
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