|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
i playi don't play basketball to win;
i play against myself, to excise my demons,
i play for the roar of the music in my ears,
i play for the snarl of lyrics in my throat,
i play for the blessed silence that reigns in my head.
i don't play basketball against others;
i play because it is personal for me,
i play until i can't tell if it's sweat or tears,
i play for the ache of overused muscles,
i play for the rush in my ears that blocks everything out.
i don't play with any kind of official rules;
i play for the thud thud smack of the ball,
i play hot or cold, no matter what the season.
i play for as long or short as i want to,
i play as lazy or as hard as i can take.
i don't play for anyone else but me.
The PhotographIt starts with a photograph.
It's been years, but the room is unchanged, if a little dustier. They haven't dared to touch this last piece of their fallen brother, a shrine to the boy who loved words and the worlds they unlocked. When they step into the room, they can almost pretend he's still there.
Damon finds it first. He bows his head over the faded polaroid, closes his brother and remembers the brother he idolized. He thinks of being a toddler, tossed squealing into the air before being caught; of nights spent at the kitchen table, getting help with the homework he couldn't do; chasing after the older brothers who often didn't want their baby brother tagging along.
Dylan notices, and comes over to see what he's found. He takes the photograph he's offered and looks for a few moments before letting out a string of curse words - his way of trying not to cry. He thinks of the brother who always charged headfirst into life; who defended his younger brothers from neighborhood bullies by
it's too cold outside for angels to flyHe can't believe his luck when he spots the dark shadow sneak out of the house moments after Tobias departs for his 'job' as a gentleman of the night. It seems he hasn't given the girl enough credit - he should have known, with her nose always stuck in a book, that she would eventually get curious over her brother's late night adventures. Stupid! He chastises himself, knowing that such a slip could cost him his entire plan... but also, this could be the very chance he has been waiting for. What better to draw the soiled dove into his gilded cage than a curious songbird unused to the night?
He knows, of course, the corner that Tobias frequents - only a short drive away, into a seedy neighborhood that borders their own where illegality runs rampant. He's familiar with the neighborhood and thankful for this fact as he gathers the supplies he will need to catch the girl without attracting suspicion. Plain jeans, a dark hoodie, and a baseball cap make him inconspicuous - just another man on
it's too cold outside for angels to flyShe sees more than the others seem to realize, understands what the others do not. She's read the books, after all - the ones that explain what each color feather means in regards to their souls. Her own dark navy wings symbolize a thirst for knowledge and a steady integrity - she wasn't surprised, at least not about the knowledge part.
Then she looked at her flock's feathers, and felt shaken to the core. They had all noticed Toby's feathers darkening, of course, had whispered about it while he was gone - but none of them had guessed the true reason, that his soul was becoming impure. They'd thought it had just been a mark of growing up, and the triplets had even begun checking their own wings for such changes.
She knew their parents had been proud when the eldest son had kept the pure white wings he had been born with into childhood and beyond - most children molted into their true soul-colors by the age of two, and their feathers changed accordingly during their lifetime. Toby's feat
it's too cold outside for angels to flyHe has always wanted an angel of his very own. They are beautiful creatures, and he longs to possess one - instead, he has always contented himself with watching the flock next door.
Recently, however, he has begun to delve deeper than simply watching. He has gathered information, taken photographs, and he has memorized each angel so clearly that it feels like he knows them all intimately, when he's barely spoken two words to any of them.
He likes their names, the uniqueness inherent in each. Their parents had seemingly enjoyed giving them names that few others possessed. He likes how their eyes are all a clear, brilliant hazel, yet their wings and their hair colors range in various shades depending on the person. He likes their beauty and grace, that inherent quality all angels seemed to have that drew the eye to them and kept it there, and he wants it to be his. He wants all of them to be his, every single one.
There is Tobias, the oldest. He is beautiful in his destruction, his devo
it's too cold outside for angels to flyIt's not supposed to be like this.
He shudders and closes his eyes, pretends he's anywhere else - pretends he hasn't sold his body for the past year to more people than he can count just to make ends meet, ignores the harsh pain and the heavy panting in his ears.
It's amazing what people will pay to defile an angel, but it's never enough. Not when he has hungry mouths to feed at home, little siblings left abandoned by the sudden death of both parents who never expected to leave their large family bereft and penniless.
So he stretches out his wings and plasters on a sultry smile, tilts his head and stretches just right to catch their attention, the hungry predators who prowl the streets for boys like him. He knows just how to widen his eyes for an appearance of innocence, beg and plead so nicely even when he derives no pleasure from this act of selling himself, and reminds himself that if it weren't him, it would be one of his sibling's, and he will die before he lets them become soiled
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More