A beautiful reflection from firework eyes.   

Summer and gold throw their colors at the dark.                 

Love, don't forget to b l e e d, so slowly.

Haunted h e a r t s, we melt over the fabric of your floor.

I'm holding her just like she's g o l d, but

I've been r u n n i n g from the sun.

Note: Chloe is in the hospital, so you'll see her brother, Daniel.

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♠—; Open

thekuromanor:

hauntedhearts:

; It was Chloe’s first time in the actual manor. Sage- an old friend of hers from the first time she came to America- called her up and asked her to come over. Though, she should have set a specific date, because when she arrived, she was informed that he’d gone out with his boyfriend. That left a lot of unanswered questions, but Chloe just opted to wandering around the manor on her own. Ears drawn to a gorgeous voice, she vocalist brushed her bands from her face, following the sound until she was on the front porch, gazing down at a man playing the guitar, his voice filling the air.

♠—;  With the hearing he had picked up after being raised, he could hear the light shuffle of shoes against the granite of the porch surface, and pale fingers froze, his head lifting lightly. With a light sigh, a soft, almost timid voice filled the air as he spoke. “I would prefer you didn’t sneak up on me, Fie—” But as he was speaking, he was turning, and when bright blue eyes landed on the woman, he froze once again, his whole body tensing this time. “…Wh-Who are you?”

; The shy, hesitant tone in his voice caused Chloe to take a small step back, putting her hands up in apology. “M’sorry, I didn’ mean ta frighten ya. M’Chloe Evans. I was jus’ ‘ere ta visit a frien’, bu’ he’s ou’ at the momen’.” Offering a smile, Chloe put her hands down, taking a step towards the blonde. “Tha’ was a beautiful son’ you were playin’. You’ve got a gorgeous voice.”

♠—; Open

thekuromanor:

♠—; Here he sat on the front porch, his first time actually out of the manor, and only the fourth time out of his room inside the mansion, and now he had a guitar in his hands, fingers strumming and plucking at the strings to create a soft melody that blew through the trees with the wind. And then came his voice, soft, and rough, but so beautiful all the same. “Crash, Crash, Burn— Let it all burn. This hurricane’s chasing us all underground—

; It was Chloe’s first time in the actual manor. Sage- an old friend of hers from the first time she came to America- called her up and asked her to come over. Though, she should have set a specific date, because when she arrived, she was informed that he’d gone out with his boyfriend. That left a lot of unanswered questions, but Chloe just opted to wandering around the manor on her own. Ears drawn to a gorgeous voice, she vocalist brushed her bands from her face, following the sound until she was on the front porch, gazing down at a man playing the guitar, his voice filling the air.

residenceofsummerhill:

hauntedhearts:

; “Only a little more time recordin’ an’ then the tour’ll come, an’ we’ll brin’ you alon’ with us, yeah?”

§ “You better. Or Juanita and I will go on musical mystery adventures by ourselves.”

; “Please, Marq can’ las’ five minutes withou’ you aroun’. If we don’ brin’ you, all hell would break loose. An’ I wan’ you ta go. An’ so does the res’ of the ban’.”

; “I tried to be someone else, but nothing seemed to change. I know now, this is who I really am inside. Finally found myself— fighting for a chance. I know now, this is who I really am.”

residenceofsummerhill:

hauntedhearts:

; “Well, alrigh’, then.”

§ “Tsk, tsk. You and Marq keeping leaving me. I’m getting lonely.”

; “Only a little more time recordin’ an’ then the tour’ll come, an’ we’ll brin’ you alon’ with us, yeah?”

residenceofsummerhill:

hauntedhearts:

; She’ll just sit and blow bubbles, now that she’s finally done recording all her parts for the new album.

; “Well, alrigh’, then.”