Teardrop On The Fire
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Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Upon turning the corner and slipping away in the shadows Noel nearly passed out. The level of stress he kept holding back was now gushing out of every pore of his body, almost taking away his sanity. But maybe it was long gone before that. He obviously was crazy, completely insane, by the sole indication of ever dating to speak against the Fleet Command in an indirect way of involving audience in that little, heartfelt speech.
That was most possibly his biggest mistake Noel ever did during his time of restricted life. And second most notable of his life. The first obviously being that bloody explosive mistake that landed him in this fucking situation. Which will grow radically worse once all of the chain of command at the Fleet and Federation gets caught up on his latest fuck up. And then the witch-hunt will begin.
But still there was that tiny sliver of hope his mouthiness didn't cost the only price he cared about. The one he couldn't afford to pay.
He was nicknamed Narcho long ago, during the days of the training. From where the moniker had come from was still a mystery to him. But it was there and clipped on his little fighter ship side as others deserving to fly those ones. He had a time to enjoy all that until he was mostly deemed unfit for and then he received it as a plaque on his quarter's wall. He even took it and stuck on the console for getaway ride.
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath
So when the shadows swallowed his body and the surge of newfound energy that attached some weird courage which led to the moment of weakness.
Yet he did his best speech ever and still couldn't regret any single word of it. Even if it will bring him that one last downfall.
Noel was a fair man, always been. He didn't judge others much, tried to be involved with humans as less as possible. It brought him an air or certain personality that was undeniably offending at some point.
To some he was that part of high school jock who cared less, to another he seemed just unworldly tired from everything.
Truth was.... He was indeed tired. The responsibility of hundreds of those despicable beings every single second of his miserable existence was eating his soul away faster than his drink buddies liquidated mega pack of Cheetos.
His life had become an irony.
His body hidden and nonexistent to the world passing by. It gave that weird feeling of relief to realize you don't exist on this plane, that nobody even knows you, that life could just go on without you....
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
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Night, night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
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Fanfiction"We'll be kings forever, ooh Holding on together, ooh Feeling so much better, ooh When everything was wrong, and everything was gone, we ran to Avalon We ran to Avalon..."
