Series: Velvet Goldmine
Category: General
Rating: G
Pairing: Brian/Curt
Warning: Angst, implied slash
Author's Note: An odd drabble. Meant to be poetic but turned out to be freaky. I suck so much.
Disclaimer: Velvet Goldmine doesn't belong to me. Unfortunately, neither does Ewan McGregor. *sniffle sniffle*
Archive: Abstract Reasoning.
Summary: When love and death embrace..

Love

Brian's love means choking.

Brian can slice your throat open without wounding you, stab you into the heart without piercing your skin. His kisses are bruises, never to be healed. If they could be seen Curt's lips would be completely black. The reason he never needs blush or lining to thicken them is that after Brian they are always swollen.

Even the memory of his touch means agony.

Out of sight, out of mind. Brian can take your life in shadows and back in light you'll still be breathing. Brian's love means your death.

Curt has died thousand times..

11. May 2003