A visual reference of the love so pure it hurts. Ashley's on the left, and Erik's on the right. Oh, my head.
Pure
Like Spring Water
by
Miss CeCe
Disclaimer:
Don't own them, don't know them, no money being made.
This is not my fault. This is Silvia's fault. And Miss Kittie's. Take all complaints to them. I'll be over here in the corner cowering in shame. But, you know. Look at them. How can you deny their luuuurve?!
Ashley was stretched out on the couch, poring over a book and soundlessly mouthing the words as he read when he heard a low chuckling sound coming from somewhere over his shoulder. He turned toward the foyer and smiled softly at the figure standing there.
"What?" he asked, coloring slightly.
"That book," Erik said, coming into the living room and sitting down next to him. "Illusions. You know it by heart, don't you?"
Ashley felt his cheeks get warmer as he shrugged, and mentally kicked himself for acting like such a girl.
"Yeah," he said. "But, it's like… look at that back cover. 'Here is a test to find whether your mission on earth is finished: If you're alive, it isn't.' It's profound. Richard Bach makes me think…" he trailed off. "Oh, God. I'm such a nerd."
"Nah," Erik said, lying down next to him. "You're just very enthusiastic. I like it. It's cute."
"Right," Ashley said. "Cute. Story of my life." He rolled over onto his back and sighed.
"Tell me about it again? The book?" Erik asked, and Ashley wrinkled his nose. "Please?"
"Well, see, Bach is basically trying to tell us that we don't need to look outside of ourselves for affirmation. I mean, it's like Paine said. We have it in our power to begin the world again. We can accomplish anything we want. What?" he said, as he noticed Erik grinning at him.
Erik moved a stray lock of hair out of Ashley's face, and brushed his lips across his forehead gently. "You're sexy when you quote dead philosophers."
"Shut up," Ashley giggled, snuggling closer to him.
"Oh, for the love of Christ," Jacob said, throwing a pillow at them. "Would the two of you get a room before we all have to have extensive and costly dental work done? I'm serious. Spontaneous cavities forming over here and I'm about to be sick."
A hand popped up from the couch and flipped Jacob off.
"Oh, come on, Jacob." Dan said. "It's really quite precious. You should use this. You could write a song about it. You're an artiste!"
"I am, aren't I?" Jacob smirked.
Dan nodded fervently. "It could be our biggest hit yet. Bigger than Liquid Dreams. Because it would be about true love, which is a totally deep subject."
"Yeah," Jacob's eyes lit up. "I could write about how pure their love is…"
"Like a mountain spring. The kind they have pictured on Evian bottles!" Trevor piped in.
Conversation ceased as Dan and Jacob turned to glare at Trevor.
"What?" he said.
"Who said you could talk?" Jacob asked.
"Sorry," Trevor squeaked. "I'll just go back to my corner."
"We better not hear anymore outbursts like that again," Jacob warned, "or we'll send for Big Poppa."
Trevor shuddered and disappeared back into the shadows.
"Do you really think I could write a hit song about true love?" Jacob asked Dan.
"Oh, sure," Dan said. "Timberlake did it. Can't be that hard. People just don't appreciate your genius yet."
Jacob snorted. "Clearly. I mean, I can play the guitar. Didn't they see me on TRL?"
Dan slung his arm around Jacob's shoulder, leading him out of the room. "Of course they did, man. Carson wanted you, I could tell. Everyone else will come around. We just need to go work on your, um, songwriting."
On the couch, Ashley stirred slightly, lifting his head from where it was nestled into the crook of Erik's neck. "Did you hear something?" he mumbled.
"No baby," Erik said, kissing him on the nose. "When you're around, I shut the whole world out."
"Hey," Jacob yelled from the next room over. "That's good. Can I use that?"
In the corner, Trevor whimpered.
~fin~