Post by Blizz on Mar 9, 2007 19:13:04 GMT -5
Title: [A.] Type Perfectionist
Chapters: 1
Author: Blizz
Pairing: CrowxFeather
Rating: PG
Summary: Denounced and rescinded and left to die championless.
Warning: CrowxFeather can't hold anything but an emo songfic. A bit of swearing.
Disclaimer: If I owned the series... Blackclaw would be half kittypet. =3
Beta: Blackie (I'll have the edited version up soon)
Cover: N/A
Song: "The Good Fight" -Dashboard Confessional
Author's Notes: What Warriors fanficer doesn't have a CrowxFeather? I can proudly say that this one sounds pretty damn emo indeed. Oh, he wasn't perfect, and it's all his fault. Title pending, can't think of anything.
"Feathertail?" a voice is hoarse, worn down by disbelief and shock. He giggles quietly, eyes wide with shock and dizzy and giddy and stunned. "Feathertail?" he asks again, blue eyes looking so young and innocent. He can't comprehend what's going on, he's staring at her body. He's looking at it, and he's almost laughing. It's all too much. It's all too fucking much.
"No. No. No." He closes those blue eyes, he can't deal with this right now. Not now. Maybe some other time. Things were always better when she was around. Maybe he would think about it later, curled up beside her. Silver fur rising and falling in tune with her perfect heartbeat. Whatever happened, it would be perfect. If she was by his side, it was always perfect.
Then it starts to sink in, just a little. Those blue eyes stay closed, still denying that anything is out of place. Maybe he could just keep doing this, keep pretending that she's coming home. Maybe it could still be perfect, maybe her memory would be enough.
He can hear voices in the background. Can't see them. Doesn't care. They never existed in this perfect world, only she did. Sometimes he didn't want to be in that perfect world, because he ruined it. He didn't belong, wasn't perfect. But she let him, to his endless amazement. It kind if hits him then, though he's still numb. It's all his fault. He didn't fit, he wasn't perfect. He screwed up, and she bailed him out. She died for him.
He chokes, staring at her body with those blue eyes. "It's not my fault." He garbled out, staring at her lifeless body desperately. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's not my fault. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
Chapters: 1
Author: Blizz
Pairing: CrowxFeather
Rating: PG
Summary: Denounced and rescinded and left to die championless.
Warning: CrowxFeather can't hold anything but an emo songfic. A bit of swearing.
Disclaimer: If I owned the series... Blackclaw would be half kittypet. =3
Beta: Blackie (I'll have the edited version up soon)
Cover: N/A
Song: "The Good Fight" -Dashboard Confessional
Author's Notes: What Warriors fanficer doesn't have a CrowxFeather? I can proudly say that this one sounds pretty damn emo indeed. Oh, he wasn't perfect, and it's all his fault. Title pending, can't think of anything.
[A.] Type Perfectionist
Consider the odds,
consider the obvious.
The martyr is meaningless,
the campaign has died.
In the planning stages and the fallen faces
are the singular proof that it was ever alive.
consider the obvious.
The martyr is meaningless,
the campaign has died.
In the planning stages and the fallen faces
are the singular proof that it was ever alive.
"Feathertail?" a voice is hoarse, worn down by disbelief and shock. He giggles quietly, eyes wide with shock and dizzy and giddy and stunned. "Feathertail?" he asks again, blue eyes looking so young and innocent. He can't comprehend what's going on, he's staring at her body. He's looking at it, and he's almost laughing. It's all too much. It's all too fucking much.
This purchased rebellion has been outBIDDED,
denounced and rescinded and left to die championless, championless, championless.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated.
denounced and rescinded and left to die championless, championless, championless.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated.
"No. No. No." He closes those blue eyes, he can't deal with this right now. Not now. Maybe some other time. Things were always better when she was around. Maybe he would think about it later, curled up beside her. Silver fur rising and falling in tune with her perfect heartbeat. Whatever happened, it would be perfect. If she was by his side, it was always perfect.
Hope has sprung a perfect dive
a perfect day, a perfect lie.
A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat.
a perfect day, a perfect lie.
A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat.
Then it starts to sink in, just a little. Those blue eyes stay closed, still denying that anything is out of place. Maybe he could just keep doing this, keep pretending that she's coming home. Maybe it could still be perfect, maybe her memory would be enough.
This purchased rebellion has been outBIDDED,
denounced and rescinded and left to die championless, championless, championless.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated.
denounced and rescinded and left to die championless, championless, championless.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated.
I begged you not to go.
I begged you, I pleaded.
Claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated.
He can hear voices in the background. Can't see them. Doesn't care. They never existed in this perfect world, only she did. Sometimes he didn't want to be in that perfect world, because he ruined it. He didn't belong, wasn't perfect. But she let him, to his endless amazement. It kind if hits him then, though he's still numb. It's all his fault. He didn't fit, he wasn't perfect. He screwed up, and she bailed him out. She died for him.
Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory,
HOLLOW and alone.
While you boast your bitter bragging rights, to anyone who'll listen.
While you're left with nothing tangible to gain.
Basking in your victory,
HOLLOW and alone.
While you boast your bitter bragging rights, to anyone who'll listen.
While you're left with nothing tangible to gain.
He chokes, staring at her body with those blue eyes. "It's not my fault." He garbled out, staring at her lifeless body desperately. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's not my fault. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."