Dec 26, 2011 9:25:29 GMT -5 |
Post by carcrashfaggot on Dec 26, 2011 9:25:29 GMT -5
No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore.
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score.
And why do we like to hurt so much?
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Felix sighed, his muscles tense and aching. He'd been stuffed in his office all day, looking over paperwork until he could barely see, the lines of ink blurring together. It'd been so boring and tiring, but it was finally over. Maybe it wasn't best that he'd also snuck into Ivan's office and took a generous amount of his work as well, but hey who noticed? It was as though he couldn't help but try to suck up to Ivan. There was always that lingering paranoia about Saint Petersberg... Shaking off the thought quickly he sighed and walked out, nose buried in his warm scarf as he rolled back his shoulders, listening to the small pops and cracks. What was there left to do now? Simple, wait for Ivan and see if he wanted to go out for a drink.
Walking down the hall of the building he rubbed his eyes and yawned. His sleep lately had been minimal, for one reason or another he was being kept up at night. His brain seemed to vibrate and he frowned. I need vodka, and I need vodka soon. He mused to himself quietly. Shaking his head he pulls his scarf tighter and leaned against the wall outside of Ivan's office. He crossed his arms and tilted his head back, golden eyes sliding closed.
Suddenly he found his thought drifting back to the past, as dangerous as that was. He was happy to be back with Ivan, happy to be the capital again. He shuddered sand furrowed his brow, a troubled frown on his lips. There was only so much he could do in the end, and he opened his eyes quietly. He knew that he shouldn't be such a spazz, that he needed to relax once in a while and just let things take off as they should. It was hard for him though seeing as he was so afraid of being left behind again, after everything that had happened..
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I wonder, how am I supposed to feel when you're not here.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.
'Cause I burned every bridge I ever built when you were here.
I still try holding onto silly things, I never learn.
Oh why, all the possibilities I'm sure you've heard.