âmes pétillantes ~ classic rock imagines

• Brian May •

WOOOOO, THANK YOU FOR OVER 1000 READS 🥳 I'm so grateful that you guys are reading my stuff - I've wanted to be a writer since I was a kid and it's lovely to know that people want to read it!

Apologies for this late update - writer's block has been kicking my ass for the last couple of weeks and the time is sometimes so hard to find. However, this is something and I hope you enjoy it :)

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There was complete silence in the room. Not even the ticking of a clock bounced between those four walls as you and Brian stood in opposite corners, avoiding one another's eye.

But the sizzling tension made more noise than you could stand. It blistered the room, biting at your skin and wiggling its way into your ears until it made you want to combust.

This wasn't what you had planned. A few short months ago you were so content in one another's arms that you both had been willing to purchase a home together. But, now...

The remnants of another argument still lingered in the heavy air, slowly crumbling away in the shadow of your dodging eyes as you waited for Brian to make the first move. He always made the first move.

Sometimes, he'd say the wrong thing and the screaming would start up again. Sometimes he'd storm right out of the house, leaving a tidal wave of verbal atrocities in his wake. Sometimes he'd simply walk away and lock himself in his home studio without even a glance over his shoulder.

But this time, rather than taking steps further away, Brian moved in closed. Like a thief in the night, he breached the tight tension of the room, cracking it with a tired sigh as he sunk onto the sofa where the two of you had shared many joyful nights upon first moving in.

Not anticipating this sign of fragility, you stayed standing uncertainly in your corner. For a moment, he sat there in silence, watching the floor with his thin lips set in an expressionless downturn and his brimming eyes dimmed to less than a twinkle.

Until, finally, he made the next move.

"Why are we doing this?" he questioned quietly, focusing on the warped wooden floorboards rather than the face of the person he had been willing to swear his life too.

"I love you Y/N," he continued, "so why are we doing this?"

Stunned by his question, you remained quiet. You couldn't answer him.

Brian was always the one with the answers. To which stars were hanging in the sky, to which chord he could pluck from the air, to which dress looked best on you. Brian knew everything. But even he didn't know the answer to that.

And, you realised with a numbing sense of impending doom, neither did you.

Guilt clouded your starless eyes as, voice breaking in time with your heart, you replied, "I don't know."

Brian let out a breath of a humourless laugh before echoing your confused admittance. "Neither do I."

Now you were thinking back on it, you couldn't remember what the argument had even been about. Not initially. It was something small, something as insignificant as unwashed dishes left by the sink. Yet, like it always did, it had escalated, until the both of you were throwing out painful memories adorned with claws to scratch at the other's skin.

But now, you couldn't see what the winner would get. Even if you did find that one thing, that one sliver of a memory that would claw out his soul, what would your trophy be? In the looming shadow of the meaningless shouting, you knew it wouldn't be much of an award.

Helplessly, you looked over at Brian. His opaque eyes showed that his mind had travelled a similar path to yours in those brief seconds of losing yourself in thankless memories. You swallowed as if to say something, anything that could make it better, and Brian watched you hopefully.

But no words would come to you. So, you stood in an awkward silence watching the eyes you loved decide whether they loved you back.

For a heart stopping instant, you were certain he was going to spring up from the sofa and leave you there, all alone in that empty house for the last time. And it was a big house that you had invested in. Big enough for...

"Come here, love," you heard him whisper gently. A minute twitch of his hand was enough to encourage you over and into the arms you were glad to say were still waiting patiently for you.

You perched yourself beside him, and his spindly arms weaved their way around your back like ivy growing up the front of a cottage. Heavy, slow and unsure.

Upon realising your lack of reluctance, his hold bloomed into strong stems, grasping onto you in the vice grip of a snake.

Willingly, you were coaxed onto his lap like a child, your legs dangling across his and your heavy head finally relieved against the smooth harbour of his chest.

"No more," he stated softly, more of a kind demand than a trembling question. "Please," he added, the delicacy of his tired voice shattering the final pieces of the argument which fell into shards around you that, finally, didn't reach out to cut anybody.

Able to hear his heartbeat through the thick jumper that protected his soft skin, you didn't reply at first. You had heard that heartbeat plenty of times, it had almost become insignificant. Something you took for granted. Until that moment then, when you realised, as you felt your own heart thumping through your body, that it beat entirely for you.

"No more," you agreed.

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I realise how short this one was compared to my usual - I don't know, some of you might prefer this length. I have written some tomes in my time! Let me know what you think.

Thank you again for 1000 reads! Have a sensational week everybody ❤