If I have strength, then I've belief
"In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."
Chapter: Chapter Three
Author: Me. 'Rah.
Rating: R (17+?)
Paring: Rydon
POV: Brendon
Summary: Fragments of a rollercoaster of a relationship. Our narrator is somewhat unstable.
Discliamer: As real as Mahlo's hair colour. (bright blue)
Author's Note: A miserable account of miserable events leading to a miserable end. Some violence, some sex, allusions to rape, murder etc.
Previous Chapters:
TheNotion\\Prologue-One\\Two
((I made a God out of blood, not superiority. I killed the king of deceit, now I sleep in Anarchy.))
- Where:Sydney
- Feeling:
loved - Noise:Dear Jamie... Sincerely Me/Hellogoodbye
Chapter: Chapter Two
Author: Me. 'Rah.
Rating: R (17+?)
Paring: Rydon
POV: Brendon
Summary: Fragments of a rollercoaster of a relationship. Our narrator is somewhat unstable.
Discliamer: As real as Mahlo's hair colour. (bright blue)
Author's Note: A miserable account of miserable events leading to a miserable end. Some violence, some sex, allusions to rape, murder etc.
Previous Chapters:
TheNotion\\Prologue-One
((I made a God out of blood, not superiority. I killed the king of deceit, now I sleep in Anarchy.))
- Where:Sydney
- Feeling:
bouncy - Noise:Sorry Go Round/Poet's Of The Fall
Chapter: Prologue and Chapter One
Author: Me. 'Rah.
Rating: R (17+?)
Paring: Rydon
POV: Brendon
Summary: Fragments of a rollercoaster of a relationship. Our narrator is somewhat unstable.
Discliamer: As real as Mahlo's hair colour. (bright blue)
Author's Note: A miserable account of miserable events leading to a miserable end. Some violence, some sex, allusions to rape, murder etc.
((I made a God out of blood, not superiority. I killed the king of deceit, now I sleep in Anarchy.))
- Where:Sydney.
- Feeling: chipper
- Noise:Anarchy / KMFDM
Chapter: One Shot
Author: 'Rah
Rating: Not very high.
Paring: Rydon
POV: Ryan
Summary:
(Singing, first, captivated me. Tonality, fluctuations, dynamics, colour. The strain of neck muscles, the way people scrunched their hands into small, compact fists, just to reach that one, sacred note.
Ryan's thoughts on his life, his love, his existance.
The opposing perspective on my longer fic.
Disclaimer: If this is real, then I'm the gorgeous latino pirate I always wanted to be.
Author's Note: ConCrit welcome. Give me real feedback.
By the by, Ryan is not male. Nothing about the way this character's mind works is male. Hence, it is unrealistic. He's a chick with a dick - deal, lovelies. ^^
- Where:Sydney
- Feeling:
blah. - Noise:Slow Down - The Academy Is...
Author: 'Rah
Rating: Low. No swearing, secks or anything.
Pairing: Rydon
POV: Brendon
Summary: (The city and Ryan Ross have a lot in common.
Ryan is a world unto himself and Ryan is impenetrable. The only difference between Ryan and the city is that if you cut the city, it bleeds.)
Disclaimer: *raised eyebow* I am God, I own all. Bow before me and my iron fist. </satirical humour>
Word Count: 547. Short.
Author's Note: I wrote this because it's raining and I had a f*cking bad day. Same style as Sounds Like Heartache To Me {1/2}
- Where:Sydney
- Feeling:
F*uck it all. D: - Noise:Anarchy/KMFDM
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