Won't let you Fall
OC: Author's note - Imagine the scenes below with the voiceover of Solomon and Gypsy. Her sections of the lyrics are bolded. Thankee - Mgmt
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The library of EPIC was cold, and nearly empty, except for the one single figure sitting at the desk. The books that piled in front of him were every treatise that the shadowed warrior could cobble together from EPIC's library and the few texts he'd taken from his mentor's library, those many years ago.
Together, they compromised some of the pre-emiminent texts on the arts of magical warfare, up and and including a copy of Father Michael's "Art of Arcane Warfare". Each line was poured over slowly, as Solomon knew full well that many of the things discussed were so far above his ken as a mage as to be nearly unrecognizable.
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'
So engrossed was he that Solomon never even heard Gypsy slip into the room, reading over his shoulder for a few moments. A thin line of a frown crossed over her face as the long red hair poured out onto his shoulder like a an inferno of color.
Glancing up, Solomon smiled faintly as his eyes met hers. "Hey."
"No," she replied, reaching down to close the book.
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me
"What do you mean 'no'?" Solomon said, standing up from the table. "Those books... they have the things I'll need to try and make this world better, to be able to defend ourselves... and others. Ya know, that hero thing we do?"
She just shook her head. "There's gotta be a better way. Everything in there teaches you how to kill... and that makes us just as bad as the things we fight against."
The roma woman slip next to him, hands winding around the body of her husband to trace over the dozen scars along his back. He leaned his head down, resting it over hers, as he murmured. "I'll show you why we're different."
The godfire that light the library flew over their bodies - the culmination of his training and attempts to find a way to bring the primal nature of his soul together with the spiritual justice that now rode alongside it; with a little inspiration from his friend, Johnny Blaze, of course.
It was unlike any fire that had been summoned yet, primal and burning-white over her skin as the consequences of her actions, the stains on her soul, echoed back inwards on her-
Save that her soul was clean, and the godfire did not touch, nor harm, the gyspy woman.
Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'
Hurry I'm fallin'
The grimoires of war found their way back to the shelves, in favor of a single book on the creative uses of the Prime arcanum - something, at least, that he was strong in. Slowly, again and again, he tried to form the imago that summoned the godfire, but tempered it with justice - something different from his other project that neared completion.
The trick of it was, he thought, as it slipped away again, to summon the fire but change the way it reacts.
Growling in frustration, he pushed back from the table to meet Gypsy's glance. She could see the aggravation in him, the temper rising to the surface, and she walked over to lay a hand on his cheek.
"Keep at it," she whispered, "because I won't let you go down that road... I won't let you fall."
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh, I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin', I'm fallin'
Hurry I'm fallin'
"I love you," he said, in the quiet of the library.
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The library of EPIC was cold, and nearly empty, except for the one single figure sitting at the desk. The books that piled in front of him were every treatise that the shadowed warrior could cobble together from EPIC's library and the few texts he'd taken from his mentor's library, those many years ago.
Together, they compromised some of the pre-emiminent texts on the arts of magical warfare, up and and including a copy of Father Michael's "Art of Arcane Warfare". Each line was poured over slowly, as Solomon knew full well that many of the things discussed were so far above his ken as a mage as to be nearly unrecognizable.
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'
So engrossed was he that Solomon never even heard Gypsy slip into the room, reading over his shoulder for a few moments. A thin line of a frown crossed over her face as the long red hair poured out onto his shoulder like a an inferno of color.
Glancing up, Solomon smiled faintly as his eyes met hers. "Hey."
"No," she replied, reaching down to close the book.
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me
"What do you mean 'no'?" Solomon said, standing up from the table. "Those books... they have the things I'll need to try and make this world better, to be able to defend ourselves... and others. Ya know, that hero thing we do?"
She just shook her head. "There's gotta be a better way. Everything in there teaches you how to kill... and that makes us just as bad as the things we fight against."
The roma woman slip next to him, hands winding around the body of her husband to trace over the dozen scars along his back. He leaned his head down, resting it over hers, as he murmured. "I'll show you why we're different."
The godfire that light the library flew over their bodies - the culmination of his training and attempts to find a way to bring the primal nature of his soul together with the spiritual justice that now rode alongside it; with a little inspiration from his friend, Johnny Blaze, of course.
It was unlike any fire that had been summoned yet, primal and burning-white over her skin as the consequences of her actions, the stains on her soul, echoed back inwards on her-
Save that her soul was clean, and the godfire did not touch, nor harm, the gyspy woman.
Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'
Hurry I'm fallin'
The grimoires of war found their way back to the shelves, in favor of a single book on the creative uses of the Prime arcanum - something, at least, that he was strong in. Slowly, again and again, he tried to form the imago that summoned the godfire, but tempered it with justice - something different from his other project that neared completion.
The trick of it was, he thought, as it slipped away again, to summon the fire but change the way it reacts.
Growling in frustration, he pushed back from the table to meet Gypsy's glance. She could see the aggravation in him, the temper rising to the surface, and she walked over to lay a hand on his cheek.
"Keep at it," she whispered, "because I won't let you go down that road... I won't let you fall."
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh, I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin', I'm fallin'
Hurry I'm fallin'
"I love you," he said, in the quiet of the library.