a cry by ash on May 27, 2014 1:29:18 GMT
rather be numb
i hate to do this, you leave no choice, can't live without her. love me or hate me we will be boys standing at that altar, or we will run away to another galaxy, you know. you know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere i go. can i have your daughter for the rest of my life? say yes, say yes 'cause i need to know, you say, "i'll never get your blessing 'til the day i die. tough luck, my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!" why you gotta be so rude? don't you know I'm human, too? why you gotta be so rude? i'm gonna marry her anyway. marry that girl, marry her anyway. marry that girl no matter what you say, marry that girl and we'll be a family.
-- HEART ATTACK, demi lovato
5 cats, 4 clans
it wasn’t supposed to happen; a simple group brought together in order to ease clan tensions after the plague was supposed to be finished. and ended like that. but things never work out the way that they’re supposed to. moons later, they still congregate. though the frequent gatherings never morphed into anything more nor anything less, just late night hangouts with the occasional prey, or midnight prank, they seem to enjoy it that way. there was never the urge or desire to speak to acknowledge one another outside of the security of the midnight meetings. they all knew where they and their loyalties stood. but others are starting to catch on. CLAN1’s friends are starting to see the way s/he watches CLAN2 from afar, and CLAN3, 1 is unsure of how much longer s/he can sit and let his/her blood boil while s/he hides the fact that CLAN3, 2 and CLAN 4 are not “just friends.”
as tensions build, the possibility that everything could come crashing down seems realer than ever.
it wasn’t supposed to happen; a simple group brought together in order to ease clan tensions after the plague was supposed to be finished. and ended like that. but things never work out the way that they’re supposed to. moons later, they still congregate. though the frequent gatherings never morphed into anything more nor anything less, just late night hangouts with the occasional prey, or midnight prank, they seem to enjoy it that way. there was never the urge or desire to speak to acknowledge one another outside of the security of the midnight meetings. they all knew where they and their loyalties stood. but others are starting to catch on. CLAN1’s friends are starting to see the way s/he watches CLAN2 from afar, and CLAN3, 1 is unsure of how much longer s/he can sit and let his/her blood boil while s/he hides the fact that CLAN3, 2 and CLAN 4 are not “just friends.”
as tensions build, the possibility that everything could come crashing down seems realer than ever.
