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#the blood rushed into my cheeks so scarlet it was maroon πŸ™ˆ
misssclumsy Β· 10 months
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Holds your hand and softly kisses them πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ
akagkajhak i blushed so hard πŸ™ˆ
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holdmytesseract Β· 2 years
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What Keeps You Up at Midnight?
a/n: I am just, uh going to leave this here... I don't know if it's good, though... πŸ™ˆ
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You stared at the ceiling above you; arms folded behind your head. The room was dark, swallowed whole by the night. It was in the middle of the night - and you couldn't sleep. God knows you tried, but your mind just wouldn't let you. Thoughts came and went, faster than you were able to grasp them. With a sigh, you reached for your headphones, plugging them in your mobile. Perhaps music could help calming the raging storm inside you.
It couldn't. Maybe for the first two songs, yes, but the tunes of the third song pushed you straight back over the cliff you climbed up so tedious; sending you back into the depths of your thoughts.
When the morning came, we
Were cleaning incense off your
Vinyl shelf 'cause we lost track of time again
Laughing with my feet in your lap
Like you were my closest friend
"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"
You say
"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw top rosΓ©
That's how"
I see you every day now
Correction. Not just thoughts. Memories. The song reminded you of him. Everything about this song screamed his and your name. Us. It was bittersweet. Why does it have to be this song? You asked yourself. Sure, you could've just skipped it - but you couldn't. You wanted, but didn't have the heart to do it. So, you embraced it - the memories and turned up the volume. Your eyes closed shut; a smile spreading on your face as you let the memories flood your brain. You remembered that night vividly.
And I chose you
The one I was dancing with in New York
No shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was
The rooftop of the Avengers Tower in New York. It was dark outside. The sun had just set. The only source of light was now the moon above you, dipping you and Loki into a soft blue. He held you in his arms, while both your hands were intertwined behind his neck, buried in his raven curls. Loki's hands rested on your hips, as he guided you over the consecrated ground, causing your summer dress to sway with the rhythm he twirled you around. You giggled at the movement, felt the warmth of the floor beneath your bare feet, heated up by the sun.
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
Loki had taken you out on a date that day. It was nothing extraordinarily special - that was what you thought, at least. To that point of time, you didn't know yet, that this date would become the most important of your whole life. Though, it didn't even seem to go that well, considering how it started. With Loki spilling wine over your dress, causing him to apologise about a trillion times and you to blush at his sweet behaviour. But then you watched the sunset and started to dance in the moonlight - and suddenly, out of nowhere, he whispered those three words in your ear, causing goosebumps to spread all over your skin. "I love you." That was, what made this date so special and unforgettable. He was yours and you were his.
When the silence came, we
Were shaking blind and hazy
How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
Sobbing with your head in your hands
Ain't that the way shit always ends
You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway
Carnations you had thought were roses
That's us
I feel you, no matter what
The rubies that I gave up
You were so happy. Probably the happiest you had ever been in your life in that moment, on the rooftop, dancing with him without a single concern.
And I lost you
The one I was dancing with in New York
No shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was maroon
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
You could still remember the look on his face. How his oceanic eyes literally shone with love, adoration and happiness. You could still remember the touch of his hands. How his delicate fingers danced up and down your sides. You could still remember how his raven curls got slightly dishevelled by the warm, pleasant summer breeze. You could still remember how he made your heart beat faster that night, just with the way he was dressed. Clad in that tight, black dress shirt, with the sleeves hitched up and those matching black suit trousers. You could still remember the taste of his lips, as he kissed you, not minding the summer rain, which had started to pour down on the two of you at some time.
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fuckin' legacy, legacy
(It was maroon)
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave
When the memory of that night faded again and you reopened your eyes, the smile on your face faded - and again you asked yourself why fate was so cruel sometimes and punished you with this song; with the memories of him.
The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet
It was maroon
The mark they saw on my collarbone
The rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
Only now did you realise the hot tears running down your cheeks. The sudden realisation of the situation hitting you. The real world hitting you.Β Hard. Like a punch into the stomach. An imaginary blow to your heart. A dagger, piercing your heart. Enough to hurt you; to make you bleed - but not enough to kill you. You ripped your headphones out of your ears to make it stop hurting. Crying, you turned around and stretched out your arm, but all you could feel was emptiness and coldness. Loki was gone - and he'd never come back. All that was left of him, were your memories.
It was maroon
It was maroon
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