[jp] body parts lyrics

Body parts are nice
I can close my eyes
And think about your lips
They quiver to the tips
Of the fingers on my hand
I am the man
With some secret plans
I need to carry out

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NOTE: Backstory, takes place after the events of this thread.

He woke, eyes still shut, to the still and silent darkness, the comforting softness of his down comforter and the mattress his friends swore could swallow a man whole. Maybe he was crazy for enjoying his comfort, but it suited him. The too-soft bed, the dark, the cool air in the room…

…only right now, it wasn’t so cool. Especially right next to him…

Opening his eyes, he was shocked to find her face so close to his, and more than a little mortified. He wasn’t, though, in any hurry to move her. He was a deep, but restless sleeper, and he could already feel how little he’d moved.

It felt strangely right to lay there, motionless, and simply stare.

The light from under the door gave the room just enough illumination to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness, to see her there in front of him in shades of grey and black. Her face was smooth and flawless, rendered beautifully human by a dusting of marks on the bridge of her nose that were either pale freckles or large pores, it was hard to tell. Her cheeks were flush with sleep and her lips parted just a little, her breath a soft brush on his face as he lay there looking his fill.

Something about having her in his bed felt like it fit…and staring at her face, peaceful in repose, made his chest tight. He barely knew this girl that had swooped in so quickly when he was in trouble…but she was unnaturally beautiful, and something had driven her into his bed. They weren’t even touching, not really, just…sleeping together.

And it felt good…good enough to reach up with one hand and lose his nerve to touch at just the last minute, letting his hand rest on the pillow between their faces instead. He could feel her breath against his knuckles there, slow, even, and warm.

It was a comforting sensation as he shut his eyes and let the rhythm of her life lull him back to sleep again.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 343

[charloft](SUN) Symbolism

These are more than just the symbol of my order, the represent, specifically, two very important people in my life and countless others in a general sense.

The first is my father, Gregory Karras...cuffs were our thing. Dad was responsible for my fascination with Houdini, it was our thing. It was how we bonded, and it was something we had that Mom wasn't part of. It was special, almost secret...it was ours.

Houdini himself is the second thing cuffs stand for...in other words, myself and my past. My situation is an unusual one, but the easiest thing I ever came to terms with was my past as Erich Weiss. It's the life of the god I have the most trouble with, even knowing that's who I was...who I am.

My body is mortal, but my soul is Titan. I knew that once, when I was still called Ehrie. I didn't know my origins, but I knew my own power and I embraced it.

In general? These cuffs symbolize my oaths to the Fraternity and to mankind. They bind me to every human being I meet. I wear them willingly and I love the things they represent. I took them as a symbol of my love for my wife, I took them gladly when I was renowned for my ability to escape them solely because I loved the world that much...and I wear them now because my love for the world hasn't changed with death and rebirth.

These cuffs symbolize more than people I was, people I like, or people I love...these cuffs, to me, are a symbol of love itself.