To Sea You Go // (Justice Building)

( P E N E L O P E C A L Y P S O L I B E R T I N E )

I told them all
The ones I love
I'm leaving and I may not return
See, lately I've been overcome
A feeling I fear has just begun

Call it instinct or imagination, but I'm certain I heard Noah's familiar Ripley roar of rage echoing out over the crowd before the Peacekeepers tucked me away into a secluded room within the Justice Building, brimming over with that intense welling up of life that I've always envied him for. For a moment, his pained howl pulled me up into the air with it, lifting something within me so high I began to believe I might just soar away from everything. Oh, I'm going away from everything alright. I wish I could gather his electric anger back up and draw it close to me, entwining my fingers with it as if doing so were as simple as holding his hand. More than ever, I find myself longing for the slow burn of stuttering nerves or the simple blush of standing too close when his fists are wound up into a tangle of tightly-stretched elastic muscle. Whenever he snaps, jealousy blooms within me with such ferocity that I almost feel as if I'm being set alight as well.

I want that fire to catch me.

Only, in the here and now, persistent tears still streak my face, careening down the curve of my jaw and neck to claim even the more distant territory of me in the name of saltwater. Any evidence of a spark is continuously doused. My skin feels sticky with the half-dried tracks and each prickle of nervous sweat summons a chill so deep and shameless that it leans right in to kiss my bones. Petulantly, I throw myself at the velvet couch on the other side of the room, limbs splayed out in a graceless fit of self-abandonment as my hair tangles in every direction. Please, let the fire catch me before... something else does. Sucking in a breath that struggles to find passage to my lungs between my sobs, I hold it in for a few seconds before releasing it in a wail. My wild cry climbs the walls and crawls desperately across the ceiling, filling the room but finding no escape. However, eventually the great crescendo of my misery whittles itself down into a low keening — a confession of failure for being unable to match Noah's powerful bellow, the sound too weak to fight its way to freedom.

The pain I feel deep inside
That haunts us all
That we will die
Never really knowing how it feels
To be alive

( OOC — This is open to any and all Libertines and/or Ripleys. <3 )