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User: writethisnow (posted by siriusaboutsev)
Date: 2007-07-27 22:46
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Title: Muted
Summary: A man finds escape.
A/N: Written in twenty minutes, directly into the LJ posting window. I gave it a once over, but I'm not really sure I did a great job. So I apologize in advance for any and all gramatical errors. 

 He's been looking in the mirror for what feels like months. Really, it's been an hour and fifteen minutes. On his lips, there is a dark red stain- candy apple red lipstick. It appears almost muted however, contrasted against his dark skin tone. Long brown hair, silky against his brow, brushes the tops of his eyelashes and he's trying not to sigh. The rouge on his cheeks accentuates his cheekbones.

It will all be over soon.

He thinks this, makes his brain say it, over and over and over again. He drowns in those words. It. It. It. IT. All of this, everything, time and space. It. Will, as in the future, as in soon, as in not yet. All, like it. Be, as in being, as in what he is, as in himself. Over, like above, like endings, like death and bombs, like nuclear war. And SOON. Soon is like Will. It means not yet. It means, for a few more moments, he can be her. Delilah or Ruby or Gloria or whover he decides she is today. He mouths the words, making them real.

It will all be over soon.

She's coming, he knows. Arriving by car, and then climbing the stairs and she'll see him, in all his glory. He'll be glorifying Gloria the Glorified. She might scream. She might say, "Who are you, you bitch? You whore?" After more screaming, it'll dawn on her. This beast, this ravenous beauty, she's not her husband's lover. She's her husband. That will be all the worse. The screaming will begin again as her mouth becomes a portal of profanities, and all throughout it, he will sit in quiet contemplation, idly wondering when she'll be done. Then she'll stop and through her choking sobs she'll ask, betrayed, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

It will all be over soon.

But he wont say a thing. He might smile. No, he wont; that is too grotesque, but carefully, purposefully, he'll turn, catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His heart will flutter, but his hand will not shake, and he'll take a hold of it. The gun he'd been hiding for weeks, keeping it close, caressing it at times. He'll point it at her for a moment and then, he'll whisper, very slowly so she doesn't miss a thing,

"It'll all be over soon."

And then, nothing. The rest of her screaming will remain unheard- except, perhaps for the neighbors, who can hear a lover's whisper three houses over- and his body will fall from it's stool to land gracelessly upon the floor. Blood will pool around him, like in the crime-dramas that his wife loves so; his wife, she'll run, run, run, as fast as she can, clutching at her face and throat and dress and saying, "No, no, no," and hours later the police will arrive and find her huddled in the bathroom, still repeating that one denying word, and minutes later they'll find his body. Someone, an officer, will at some point say the words, "white male," but they'll pause after that, hesitate, cease to breathe because it feels wrong somehow, but then the wife will scream again, resuming her blubbering hysterics, and it's business as usual.

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User: hbttw
Date: 2007-07-29 04:12 (UTC)
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Haha it's kind of weird that we both thought to write about death. I guess that really is kind of the "last word".

Anyways! Your story was pretty chilling! Good work :-).
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→ they've clipped my wings again: Ryou ~ :D
User: xhaiiro
Date: 2007-09-22 20:19 (UTC)
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Keyword:Ryou ~ :D
Brilliant. So dark and introspective, I love it!
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User: siriusaboutsev
Date: 2007-09-23 17:39 (UTC)
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*blush* Thank you!
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