My own insanity prelude

Aug. 25th, 2012 05:45 pm
rainbowribbonvisions: Plushie cats photosession (neal caffrey)
Oh well, five years ago, if anyone had said it to me, I'd sent them to hell with all toothbrushes they have. But now I think it's not bad at all.

I used to hate men in suits. Suit as a dressing style irked me terribly. But then came CSI Miami's Ryan Wolfe. Can't say Jon doesn't look good in suit, but my nerves of seeing it too often got quite fried.

Then came Mentalist... Oh god, Simon! I so love those three-piece suits! I think I'd kiss the guy (or whatever) who decided Patrick Jane needs exactly that kind of suit (and thing in general). I never ever expected myself to start liking suits.

And then came White Collar... Jeff can I kiss you?
Thanks to Neal (Matt technically, but oh well...) and his classic Rat Pack outfits I'm so in love with suits.

And that's only about my liking to suits...
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End Of The Day (Mentalist FF for challenge)

Aug. 11th, 2012 05:07 pm
rainbowribbonvisions: Plushie cats photosession (jane tea)
Title: End Of The Day 
Author: BlueDiamondStar 
Rating: G 
Characters: Patrick Jane and... dog 
Summary: He just sat down on the beach to enjoy the sunset alone. But suddenly there was someone else needing a friend. 
Author's Notes: A little drabble for Paint It Red August 2012 Monthly Challenge Prompt: "Sine qua non". 
And a bit of song fic. 

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Silence 
Stretching out between us 
I dream of a presence 
With essence 
And absence of doubt 

It was yet another sunset. Usually the most beautiful time of a day when all you cared was warmth of the setting sun and magnificent display of colours. 
Only today there was a small figure beside sharing the view. 

Come closer 
Come and stay with me now 
Help me reconcile 
Come and stay a while 
And I will find a home 
Because we love till the end 
We love till the end of the day 
Of the day 

The figure next to him moved closer, seeking the friendly company and feeling of a warm body beside. 

"Hey buddy, looking for a company?" Jane asked the lonely pup. 
The dog's big, blue-ish eyes looked up at the blonde man. The look in its eyes told more than thousand words could. 

Distant 
Shifty-eyed and restless 
I dream of a presence 
With essence 
And absence of doubt 

The animal took it as cue to move closer. To let the man be his friend if just for this one evening. 

Come closer 
Come and stay with me now 
Help me reconcile


Patrick didn't mind the dog. He actually enjoyed the company. 

Come and stay a while 
And I will find a home 

He'd felt so lonely lately that even the feeling of another breathing creature of living made him feel much better. 

Because we love till the end 
We love till the end of the day 
Of the day 


So they kept sitting and watching the beauty of the changing colours and that magical feeling of a sunset... 

Because we love till the end 
We love till the end of the day 

Of the day
Of the day 


The End
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Get Free (Mentalist FF for challenge)

Aug. 9th, 2012 06:51 pm
rainbowribbonvisions: Plushie cats photosession (jane)
Title: Get Free
Author: BlueDiamondStar
Rating: K+
Characters: Patrick Jane
Spoilers: maybe only bit from season 3 if your squint really hard
Summary: He was finally free, but was he really?
Author's Notes: A little drabble for Paint It Red August 2012 monthly challenge: Sine qua non.
And a bit of song fic.
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Look at me
I just can't believe
What they've done to me
We could never get free
I just wanna be

He should be feeling better. Lighter. And free. He was gone. Finally down the way he put down his victims. The burden was gone. But why he didn't feel the way he imagined he'd feel?

Patrick looked down at his hands. Slight tremors were still thumping through his nerves.
He was finally free, but why it didn't feel that way?

He looked up at the setting sun. The soft, orange glow warmed his skin. But not his heart.
His heart still felt the same way. Why?
It's been only thing in his mind for such long time, it should've feel like it's finally happened. But it wasn't.

All Patrick could feel was the heaviness of him alone, without the agenda pushing him forward, closer to the edge.

It was now past that point, but he couldn't feel changes yet.
He was supposed to feel free. Aside the fact he didn't just yet...
Look at me
I just can't believe
What they've done to me
We could never get free
I just wanna be
I just wanna dream
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