Post by Satra on Oct 31, 2008 2:47:42 GMT -5
I'm going to say right off the bat, I am completely out of my comfort zone with this. I have NEVER written a song fic in my life before. I also don't really like writing other people's characters in my fics. Trust me, it isn't some narcissistic self-stroking via narrative ... I am just terrified I'll screw up someone else's character. XDD
And as far as the songfic part of it goes... at least it isn't an emo songfic done with an Evanescence song... P:
So, for the longest time, I felt that this song fit this character very, very much. I finally did something with it. XD Not too long. And I probably should proofread it... it was just another piece of writing I wanted to get out of my head.
I also wrote it while I was quite tired... so it's probably quite problematic. XD Anywho, y'all enjoy as best you can.
Title: Every Step You Take
Characters: YOU'LL SEE HURRHURR (Oh, God, you guys forgive me if I screw them up XDD )
word count: roughly 1020
Warning!!! There are a few choice offensive words in here. Not many, mind, but a few. Please feel free to cry me a river if you continue to read then complain about how offended you are after I gave a fair warning.
Bernard and Heilyn once again began clearing the lab of shrapnel and debris from their latest applied miscalculation. Well, Bernard’s rather. Heilyn would figure out what exactly went wrong in this time, as they spoke. Heilyn felt a lot like the way Seth had described what him reading mystery novels was like: the hero had everything figured out pages before he did, while he struggles to keep up with the explanation and frantically flips back to previous pages to confirm and be reminded of the facts. Heilyn many times felt somewhat useless as she kept him company. She would’ve liked to think herself as something of a lab assistant to him, but new she was a rather pathetic excuse for one. Still, she often times felt like a very unorthodox student. He taught her so much and for all his ridiculous emotional baggage, she admired him.
A light clacking sounded against the glass. The clack of the pouring rain sounded, ignored by the pair working to make the damage done at the very least not dangerous to those who would be rung for to clean up the rest of the mess. It was a sound more familiar than they knew, really. Teeth grit as the dirty whore surprised the magician by pinching his butt as he bent to pick something up.
“HEILYN!” he screeched at the woman. The red flushed face expressed disbelief and frustration at the smirking woman’s antics. He put one hand on a hip and wagged the other at the woman in a half mocking manner, “One of these days, I’m going to fit you with an electric collar that they put on Aces with behavioral problems.”
Oh, wouldn’t that be the day! And how very fitting to her!
Every single day
And every word you say
The woman merely smiled and shrugged then wrapped her arms around his waist and nipped the tip of his nose. “Does it come with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs?” she teased the man who had just then turned a shade of red that had most likely not been invented yet.
Rage filled him and he felt like he wanted to scream and vomit all at once. The nerve of that vile little cunt![/i] It was bad enough that she invited herself along to the magicians exploits whenever she damned well felt like it, but she couldn’t go a single meeting without touching him, sexually or not.
Varestes turned away, unable to watch anymore. Why couldn’t she just go back to the children she’d left with that man? The very presence of that woman made the Spade’s favorite pastime unbearable.
It only got worse as time passed. Varestes actually cried the day he’d been there to hear the doctor tell the Idiot and the Whore that his lovely Highlander was pregnant and would undoubtedly die unless the little abominations were aborted. I should be the one being told that, he thought, droplets of blood dripping slowly from his palm for the force of him clenching his hands, I should be the one the doctor told because it was a no-brainer who the Father was… He glared death at the blue Mohawk.
He grimaced and did everything in his power not to curl up into a fetal position as tears made his eyes burn. Not that buffoon that the WHORE replaced Bernard with.
He knew she would trample over his heart. He knew she would abandon him without a second thought for his emotions… or perhaps even with the intent of hurting him. Violent thoughts rages through his head as he watched her hand raised to cover her mouth.
He imagined her making that shocked, horrified face as he tore her whore intestines out, showing her her own shredded insides as he laughed. Clever little slut was a brilliant little actress, he noted. Like she gave a shit about his life or well-being. Then the man who was clearly too barbaric to use or have heard of a razor opened his idiot mouth and spoke.
The jaws of all those who heard the words dropped as the “Idiot” was the only one to make a suggestion to save all lives involved. Naturally, noted the Presiding King of Bitterness, Bitchface did nothing to sacrifice for Bernard. Figured.
Varestes came back as often as he could to lie next to and gently touch his beloved Highlander, eventually finding himself often crying as the weeks passed and his love didn’t wake…
“I love you, Bernard,” he whispered, voice cracking. He softly kissed the man’s scarred cheek, “What in all the suits do I have to do to make you see that?” He held Bernard in a tight hug as he broke down again, sickened by it all. Sickened that this was the closest he could ever get to the man, expressing the very depths of his soul in a touch and in his words, and receiving no response. Is this honestly the only way it could be?
And as far as the songfic part of it goes... at least it isn't an emo songfic done with an Evanescence song... P:
So, for the longest time, I felt that this song fit this character very, very much. I finally did something with it. XD Not too long. And I probably should proofread it... it was just another piece of writing I wanted to get out of my head.
I also wrote it while I was quite tired... so it's probably quite problematic. XD Anywho, y'all enjoy as best you can.
Title: Every Step You Take
Characters: YOU'LL SEE HURRHURR (Oh, God, you guys forgive me if I screw them up XDD )
word count: roughly 1020
Warning!!! There are a few choice offensive words in here. Not many, mind, but a few. Please feel free to cry me a river if you continue to read then complain about how offended you are after I gave a fair warning.
Bernard and Heilyn once again began clearing the lab of shrapnel and debris from their latest applied miscalculation. Well, Bernard’s rather. Heilyn would figure out what exactly went wrong in this time, as they spoke. Heilyn felt a lot like the way Seth had described what him reading mystery novels was like: the hero had everything figured out pages before he did, while he struggles to keep up with the explanation and frantically flips back to previous pages to confirm and be reminded of the facts. Heilyn many times felt somewhat useless as she kept him company. She would’ve liked to think herself as something of a lab assistant to him, but new she was a rather pathetic excuse for one. Still, she often times felt like a very unorthodox student. He taught her so much and for all his ridiculous emotional baggage, she admired him.
Every breath you take
And every move you make
And every move you make
A light clacking sounded against the glass. The clack of the pouring rain sounded, ignored by the pair working to make the damage done at the very least not dangerous to those who would be rung for to clean up the rest of the mess. It was a sound more familiar than they knew, really. Teeth grit as the dirty whore surprised the magician by pinching his butt as he bent to pick something up.
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you
“HEILYN!” he screeched at the woman. The red flushed face expressed disbelief and frustration at the smirking woman’s antics. He put one hand on a hip and wagged the other at the woman in a half mocking manner, “One of these days, I’m going to fit you with an electric collar that they put on Aces with behavioral problems.”
Oh, wouldn’t that be the day! And how very fitting to her!
Every single day
And every word you say
The woman merely smiled and shrugged then wrapped her arms around his waist and nipped the tip of his nose. “Does it come with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs?” she teased the man who had just then turned a shade of red that had most likely not been invented yet.
Every game you play
Every night you stay
Every night you stay
Rage filled him and he felt like he wanted to scream and vomit all at once. The nerve of that vile little cunt![/i] It was bad enough that she invited herself along to the magicians exploits whenever she damned well felt like it, but she couldn’t go a single meeting without touching him, sexually or not.
I’ll be watching you
Varestes turned away, unable to watch anymore. Why couldn’t she just go back to the children she’d left with that man? The very presence of that woman made the Spade’s favorite pastime unbearable.
Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
Now my poor heart aches
With every step you take
You belong to me
Now my poor heart aches
With every step you take
It only got worse as time passed. Varestes actually cried the day he’d been there to hear the doctor tell the Idiot and the Whore that his lovely Highlander was pregnant and would undoubtedly die unless the little abominations were aborted. I should be the one being told that, he thought, droplets of blood dripping slowly from his palm for the force of him clenching his hands, I should be the one the doctor told because it was a no-brainer who the Father was… He glared death at the blue Mohawk.
Every move you make
He grimaced and did everything in his power not to curl up into a fetal position as tears made his eyes burn. Not that buffoon that the WHORE replaced Bernard with.
Every vow you break
He knew she would trample over his heart. He knew she would abandon him without a second thought for his emotions… or perhaps even with the intent of hurting him. Violent thoughts rages through his head as he watched her hand raised to cover her mouth.
Every smile you fake
He imagined her making that shocked, horrified face as he tore her whore intestines out, showing her her own shredded insides as he laughed. Clever little slut was a brilliant little actress, he noted. Like she gave a shit about his life or well-being. Then the man who was clearly too barbaric to use or have heard of a razor opened his idiot mouth and spoke.
Every claim you stake
The jaws of all those who heard the words dropped as the “Idiot” was the only one to make a suggestion to save all lives involved. Naturally, noted the Presiding King of Bitterness, Bitchface did nothing to sacrifice for Bernard. Figured.
I’ll be watching you
Varestes came back as often as he could to lie next to and gently touch his beloved Highlander, eventually finding himself often crying as the weeks passed and his love didn’t wake…
Every move you make
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you
“I love you, Bernard,” he whispered, voice cracking. He softly kissed the man’s scarred cheek, “What in all the suits do I have to do to make you see that?” He held Bernard in a tight hug as he broke down again, sickened by it all. Sickened that this was the closest he could ever get to the man, expressing the very depths of his soul in a touch and in his words, and receiving no response. Is this honestly the only way it could be?
I’ll be watching you….
