A Thousand Suns
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the radiance: chapter three
What are the chances? I mean, sure, you would expect someone to recognize something that was theirs, but at the rate Shannon went through drumsticks he surely wouldn’t think much of this, right? Then again, I wasn’t too worried about him recognizing it—it was farfetched to believe he would—but since I took little pride in my musical inaptitude, it made the thought of explaining my possession of it far more terrifying.
Pairing: Shannon Leto x OFC
Status: In Progress
Rated: R for Mature Content
the radiance: chapter two
Morning came faster than expected.
I had wanted the night to fly by, but now that I stood over my sink with the contents of my stomach staining the wet ceramic I regretted what I had wished for. I had no recollection of any of it, only the various aches in my body which suggested I was experiencing my first hangover. Clutching to the sides of the sink, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, staring dumbfounded at it. The lack of sleep, coupled with my smudged makeup, made me look like a beaten raccoon. I felt like one too, though I didn’t dwell on the thought once it had passed through my clouded mind. My muscles ached, skin bruised from the concert. There was a steady pounding in my head, ears ringing sharply.
The Radiance: Chapter One
I smiled to myself, blissfully ignorant of what those around me might make of the silly expression I sported. Eyes clouded, pupils wide, cheekbones jutting upwards as I revelled in the moment, bearing all twenty-eight teeth (my wisdom teeth had yet to grow out). Time seemingly stood still, though I could feel those around me moving as if only I stood still in time.
Our eyes locked for what felt like an eternity, my sweaty palms grasping to my chest at the slippery drumstick that had flown my way. It had flown over the multitude of fingers reaching skywards in anticipation, all of them obstacles it easily overcame in order to land in my sole outstretched hand. I wondered fleetingly whether he had done it on purpose, but could not harbour a single thought in my head with those hazel eyes locked on me. My heart threatened to leap out of my chest; I could feel it through the thin fabric of my shirt, pounding away at the curve of my wrist as I pressed the drumstick to sternum, hoping the pressure would slow its frantic pace.