[jp] Common Lyrics
I've been thinking bout, I've been thinking bout
I've been thinking bout you lately
Thoughts take me to when we were close
Addicted to your love, feel I need another dose
I know it's a feeling that should be long gone
Things seem to come up when I hear our song
“You play?”
Nico heard her question as he re-entered the room with two cups of coffee in hand, bringing her one as she stood running her fingers over the surface of the baby grand piano in the living room of the house the studio was renting on his behalf during shooting.
“Me? Nah, came with the house…moved in here from the study, though.” He admitted with a shrug, setting his own coffee down on the nearby table as he raked a hand back through his shaggy blonde hair and shrugged. “Just…felt like it belonged in here. Do you…”
His question was answered as she promptly slid onto the bench and flipped the cover open, her fingers rolling over the keys in an aimless, old-fashioned sounding song Nico didn’t know. It was pretty and light, but at the same time it made him sad.
Either way, she was beautiful as she sat there playing it.
In spite of the sorrow that touched at him, he smiled and slid to sit beside her at the keys. She made room, as if on instinct, and for a moment he just sat there, watching her face and her fingers…
…then impulsively, reached out and let his own hands hover over the keys.
For the show, he’d had to train along with Ralphie and Ty to play, but drums was all he’d learned. Still, as he sat there he could see notes on the ivory, as if he knew them. This finger went on C, that one on F…
He was startled when his hands moved in sharp, staccato strokes, producing a powerful and strange song he didn’t know. Sassy’s fingers stopped dead, leaving only his to hammer out every note of the driving, light-filled melody he’d never heard before. If he closed his eyes, he could make out something just beyond the reaches of his vision…
“For some reason I can’t explain, I know St. Peter won’t call my name…”
His own voice was alien in his ears. Too harsh, too deep. The room was silent save for his playing, but he could still hear laughter somewhere in the distance.
“…never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world…”
Rule the world. King of Handcuffs. Lord of Illusion. Rock star, BFF. These things mean something. To us. To you.
To me.
His fingers had stilled on the keys long ago. The silence was deafening.
But for the first time, his mind was perfectly clear.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at his wrist and jerked up his sleeve. Under the handcuffs tattooed there, two new sets had appeared like notches in a tree trunk.
Lifting his head, his eyes locked with Sassy’s, just before his vision blurred with tears as a wobbly smile touched his lips. She’d been cute before, but now she was glowing, she was better than beautiful…she was breathtaking.
“You’re very strange,” he declared after a moment, “but I think I like you.”
Just like he had the first time they met…when he was just a white-collar graphics designer living in a crappy Hollywood loft…
Muse: Nico Contarini
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 569
I've been thinking bout you lately
Thoughts take me to when we were close
Addicted to your love, feel I need another dose
I know it's a feeling that should be long gone
Things seem to come up when I hear our song
“You play?”
Nico heard her question as he re-entered the room with two cups of coffee in hand, bringing her one as she stood running her fingers over the surface of the baby grand piano in the living room of the house the studio was renting on his behalf during shooting.
“Me? Nah, came with the house…moved in here from the study, though.” He admitted with a shrug, setting his own coffee down on the nearby table as he raked a hand back through his shaggy blonde hair and shrugged. “Just…felt like it belonged in here. Do you…”
His question was answered as she promptly slid onto the bench and flipped the cover open, her fingers rolling over the keys in an aimless, old-fashioned sounding song Nico didn’t know. It was pretty and light, but at the same time it made him sad.
Either way, she was beautiful as she sat there playing it.
In spite of the sorrow that touched at him, he smiled and slid to sit beside her at the keys. She made room, as if on instinct, and for a moment he just sat there, watching her face and her fingers…
…then impulsively, reached out and let his own hands hover over the keys.
For the show, he’d had to train along with Ralphie and Ty to play, but drums was all he’d learned. Still, as he sat there he could see notes on the ivory, as if he knew them. This finger went on C, that one on F…
He was startled when his hands moved in sharp, staccato strokes, producing a powerful and strange song he didn’t know. Sassy’s fingers stopped dead, leaving only his to hammer out every note of the driving, light-filled melody he’d never heard before. If he closed his eyes, he could make out something just beyond the reaches of his vision…
“For some reason I can’t explain, I know St. Peter won’t call my name…”
His own voice was alien in his ears. Too harsh, too deep. The room was silent save for his playing, but he could still hear laughter somewhere in the distance.
“…never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world…”
Rule the world. King of Handcuffs. Lord of Illusion. Rock star, BFF. These things mean something. To us. To you.
To me.
His fingers had stilled on the keys long ago. The silence was deafening.
But for the first time, his mind was perfectly clear.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at his wrist and jerked up his sleeve. Under the handcuffs tattooed there, two new sets had appeared like notches in a tree trunk.
Lifting his head, his eyes locked with Sassy’s, just before his vision blurred with tears as a wobbly smile touched his lips. She’d been cute before, but now she was glowing, she was better than beautiful…she was breathtaking.
“You’re very strange,” he declared after a moment, “but I think I like you.”
Just like he had the first time they met…when he was just a white-collar graphics designer living in a crappy Hollywood loft…
Muse: Nico Contarini
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 569