MEME STEALING TIME

[melissa_42]

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Falling Away With You - Muse

I can't remember when it was good
Moments of happiness elude
Maybe I just misunderstood

All of the love we left behind
Watching the flash backs intertwine
Memories I will never find

So I'll love whatever you become
And forget the reckless things we've done
I think our lives have just begun
I think our lives have just begun

And I'll feel my world crumbling
I'll feel my life crumbling
I'll feel my soul crumbling away
And falling away
Falling away with you

Staying awake to chase a dream
Tasting the air you're breathing in
I know I won't forget a thing

Promise to hold you close and pray
Watching the fantasies decay
Nothing will ever stay the same

All of the love we threw away
All of the hopes we cherished fade
Making the same mistakes again
Making the same mistakes again

I can feel my world crumbling
I can feel my life crumbling
I can feel my soul crumbling away
And falling away
Falling away with you

All of the love we've left behind
Watching the flash backs intertwine
Memories I will never find
Memories I will never find

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[melissa-42.livejournal.com]

Portugal was a bitter old man living in the past, but Luciana wanted no part of that mentality. Oh, sure she could run her regrets into the ground, the should-haves, would-haves, and could-haves, until she was gasping for breath in a sea of contrition, but she did not revel in it. She looked to the future. She looked to hope and opportunity, to growth and change. When Portugal asked how she could forget all about the past, all about the heartache and the conflict, she laughed and told him that he just didn't get it. He raised an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes.

It wasn't that she could totally forget the past. She remembered the tears and the blood and the screams. She also remembered the sound of glory and the scent of progress. She remembered the fights with her neighbors, so intense that she hadn't believed they would ever overcome them.

But the thing is, they did. And she knew that the future would always bring change, a continuous cycle of new beginnings that would lead them to whatever destiny awaited them.

-

Martina sat on a pillow on the floor with her back to the couch, eyes glued to the television across from her. Behind her, Luciana held her golden hair in one hand and tapped the crown of her head with the other.

"Quit squirming around unless you want me to pull your hair out," Luciana ordered, giving a warning tug when Martina turned around to glare at her.

"I'm not squirming," Martina countered. "Ow— Cut it out!"

"I warned—" Luciana tried to say, but she was cut off by Martina scrambling on top of her. They grappled in a flurry of limbs and hair until Luciana hooked her feet around Martina's kicking legs and pinned her wrists beside her head. She pecked Martina's scowl. "I win."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Martina replied, but after a moment, her body relaxed enough that Luciana felt she could safely release her arms without having to worry about getting a black eye.

With one hand, Luciana cupped her cheek while the other threaded through what was left of Martina's loosened braids. "You pulled out all my hard work."

"I guess you'll just have to start over."

Martina's slow, sly smile almost made Luciana wonder if this was all just a giant ploy to get her to spend as much time as possible with her hands in Martina's hair, but she doubted the other nation had enough foresight to even consider such a plan.

This time they both stayed on the couch with Martina seated in Luciana's lap. Luciana brushed the tangles from Martina's hair with her fingertips before separating the locks and laying them over each other—left, right, left, right. The date flashed in the corner of the television while the commentators argued over a play they had missed while tussling. December 10th. Portugal had called when she was still half asleep and asked if she was really planning on hanging out with "Spain's brat" today, as if they hadn't been independent for nearly 200 years. She had politely told him where he could shove his archaic opinions about international relations and hung up, but not before asking if their dinner plans were still on for Tuesday. (They were)

Martina sighed happily as Luciana's finger rubbed against her scalp, and over the round of her cheek Luciana could see her bite her lip as she blew against her ear.

"I'm almost finished," she whispered, soft enough to be barely heard over the television, loud enough to blot out the discord of years past.

[berseker.livejournal.com]

THIS WAS GORGEOUS.

The first part was so beautiful and perfect, and it shows exactly how her soul works and how precious she is &hearts (what, she is). And it's so beautiful and touching. And aaaaaw she's playing with Tina's hair. And it's all so perfect. And then Portugal. I'M MELTING.

I loved this <3<3<3