Four Part Harmony 1
Glitch sat in his chair by the window. It was his favorite chair, as it was comfortable, familiar, and he often recovered memories in it and kindled brilliant ideas as he relaxed.
Today, however, he sat in his chair not to relax, not to unwind, but to think. The topic upon which he mulled over made him grit his teeth.
If you could only see the way she loves me, then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love, and what I must do.
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says...
He stood up fast and straight, knocking his chair over. It caused a chain reaction and knocked over the small side table that was to its left, and he loosened up somehow at the resulting satisfying shatter of his glass of milk as it hit the floor.
When she says she loves me....
He stepped outside onto the balcony. He looked over the frozen quarter and concentrated on the horizon. He and DG had taken up residence in the castle long ago. They were giddy, in love, planning their future, but something caught his curious eye. That curious eye he now lamented and occasionally wished plucked out of its socket. Besides, if it was and he was still able to see DG's pretty smile out of the remaining eye, then all was well.
Of the few things he could remember, the last words he heard DG say before she left for Finaqua were utterly tear-drowned and stained his memory significantly.
"You don't just test someone because you think they're stupid! You don't just... trespass on another's matters of the heart.. And you don't stab a sister so flagrantly in the back!"
"Oh... you're one to talk, sister." Azkadelia arched an eyebrow, hands folded calmly in front of her. Soon, though, her front began to crumble and her eyes filled with tears. "I don't think he's stupid... I never did!" She added disappointedly. "He's brilliant... tragically slighted- but never stupid." Without a movement to brush them away, a few tears fell, rolling slowly down her cheek.
"I... I'm going to Finaqua. Have as much of him as you want."
Azkadelia clenched her fists. "You said you'd never run away again." She warned.
"I said I'd never run away on you again. I never said I'd never run away from him." And with that, DG turned and was gone.
It was all a hopeless tease. Whether or not Azkedelia meant well. Every night in DG's absence she would flutter her eyelashes, brush her candy-flavored lips across his cheek and then when he found himself in her arms, she would reprimand him between kisses for ever being there... and she was right. He would have found it so easy to stop loving her... if that could even be called real love. He would have found it a minimal task to walk away... up until she threw the truth in his lap....
"I've fallen for you... and I need you to make a decision." He mocked her under his breath. Oh, the ultimate pawn. It's what he played best in this seemingly never ending game of torture chess.
Glitch? Make a solid decision? Etched permanently in his heart, the decision had been made all along. Those two letters had always been carved right there. DG.
Glitch shook his head and cleaned up his mess, righting his chair and the little side table. He suckled nervously at his fingertip, catching the blood on his tongue that seeped lightly from a little cut he had gotten cleaning up the glass, and headed toward Azkadelia's chambers.
He stood outside the door in the wide open halls, his head in his hands, trying to piece together the most gentle remedy to what ails him. As gentle as this all could be. How in the hell did this ever happen?? He began to panic a little, thinking on this, and as he tried to dry his panic-damp palms, he heard her door swing open.
Well you've got your reasons...
"I couldn't bear not having you after learning to love you so dearly..." She bore a seemingly faux sadness in her eyes
"Learning to love me? How do you figure going into this knowingly having to learn to lo-"
And you've got your lies...
"When I had to sit there-" Azkadelia interrupted, "and watch the witch condemn you to pain and- and... and mental darkness, it killed me that there was nothing I could do." A black tear rolled down her cheek and she dabbed it away quickly and coolly, as though it hadn't fallen in the first place.
Glitch was beginning to lose his temper with her icy veneer. He rolled to a slow boil inside, the harsh chemical mixture of deep hurt and remorse melting away the lining of his stomach. He turned his wildly guilty eyes from her and raised an interjective finger, pointing it directly at her. "I-- I..."
And you've got your manipulations... to cut me down to size...
"Without me you're a lonely wanderer again. I'm the only one you have, Glitch. You know DG doesn't want any part of this anymore. It's why she left, remember?" There seemed to be a hint of sadness again in her eyes, it was more vivid this time and something told Glitch that it was vivid because it was real.
Sayin' you love but you don't, You'll give your love, but you won't...
Glitch's eyes threatened to fill and he stood stoically in the hall, still having refused to move a single inch.
"Remember is a relative word," He began, struggling to sound calm. "More recently it has had precious little to do with me so I will ask you not to use it in such a insistent fashion."
"What?" She snipped, her eyes wide with contempt. "What did you just say to me?"
If you could only see the way she loves me, then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love, and what I must do.
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says-
When she says she loves me..
"DG never had to LEARN to love me! SHE JUST.... She just did." He bowed his head and didn't look up again until the doors in front of him softly latched closed.
Seems the road less traveled... Shows happiness unraveled...
Glitch turned and walked down the hall. His simple amble turned into a stride and soon he ducked into a stairwell door. The stairs led up to a tower in the castle and at the top of the tower was a small room. He went up the stairs at two or three at a time and finally reached the door when he forgot in its entirety what he meant to do there.
So down the stairs he went. He took no care as he barreled down them as fast as he barreled up them.
And you got to take a little dirt to keep what you love
-That's what you gotta do...
His heart shook with fear, but he remained blindly persistent to the task at hand, whatever that was. All he knew was at the end of his journey was DG, and he had a lot to say. He bit down on his lip as he passed over paths and through wooded areas.
The light of day faded out and soon he ran through darkness, his heart feeling like it could burst in his chest. Suddenly, his lights went out due to his foot catching on a root and subsequently his head bouncing off of the tree.
Sayin' you love but you don't, You'll give your love, but you won't...
He slept soundly where he lay, despite how it seemed his dreams were frightening and frustrating him. He dreamt of DG. He dreamt of running to her... running to her.... and when he finally reached her near proximity and approached her, the arms he tried to hold her with simply floated through her and she would disappear and reappear elsewhere in his periphery.
The process of dreaming was almost like a nightly seizure for our poor, dear Glitch. He twitched and trembled in his sleep, the scene fragmenting itself like shattered glass. It was now as dark inside his mind as it was outside, but bathed in a gentle, subtle glow was a six-foot-tall frame in his direct vicinity. Truthfully, while the glow fascinated him, the frame's look intimidated him and he began to back up little by little, the frame getting closer and closer.
You're stretchin' your arms to somethin' that's just not there...
Sayin' you love where you stand, you give your heart when you can....
"I wouldn't back up much further, headcase." The frame spoke. Its voice was like molasses dripping from its mouth. Glitch reached down, seeming to know of a nearby source of comfort and his hand grazed something made of metal, adorned by cold, smooth marble. He grabbed for it, instinctively pulled back the tab along the top until it clicked into place and aimed. He squeezed his eyes shut, and though he had seen the glowing frame of a certain princess, and though his mind screamed for him not to be rash, he didn't hear it. He didn't hear it and he pulled the trigger.
If you could only see the way she loves me, then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love, and what I must do.
Glitch sat up, a cry rising from his throat, breaking through the new morning. He looked around, shivering a little and motioned to brush the dew from his dread-lock corkscrew curls but instead closed his eyes tight, cursing under his breath over the large, tender egg on his head that had somehow barely missed his zipper. Nothing remained but the random memory of just how that something made of metal and marble felt in his hand.
He bowed his head despite the splitting ache and turned back toward the frozen quarter, dragging himself to the castle, putting himself once more in the presence of Azkadelia and subjecting himself to further senseless tribulations.
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says-
When she says she loves me..
Today, however, he sat in his chair not to relax, not to unwind, but to think. The topic upon which he mulled over made him grit his teeth.
If you could only see the way she loves me, then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love, and what I must do.
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says...
He stood up fast and straight, knocking his chair over. It caused a chain reaction and knocked over the small side table that was to its left, and he loosened up somehow at the resulting satisfying shatter of his glass of milk as it hit the floor.
When she says she loves me....
He stepped outside onto the balcony. He looked over the frozen quarter and concentrated on the horizon. He and DG had taken up residence in the castle long ago. They were giddy, in love, planning their future, but something caught his curious eye. That curious eye he now lamented and occasionally wished plucked out of its socket. Besides, if it was and he was still able to see DG's pretty smile out of the remaining eye, then all was well.
Of the few things he could remember, the last words he heard DG say before she left for Finaqua were utterly tear-drowned and stained his memory significantly.
"You don't just test someone because you think they're stupid! You don't just... trespass on another's matters of the heart.. And you don't stab a sister so flagrantly in the back!"
"Oh... you're one to talk, sister." Azkadelia arched an eyebrow, hands folded calmly in front of her. Soon, though, her front began to crumble and her eyes filled with tears. "I don't think he's stupid... I never did!" She added disappointedly. "He's brilliant... tragically slighted- but never stupid." Without a movement to brush them away, a few tears fell, rolling slowly down her cheek.
"I... I'm going to Finaqua. Have as much of him as you want."
Azkadelia clenched her fists. "You said you'd never run away again." She warned.
"I said I'd never run away on you again. I never said I'd never run away from him." And with that, DG turned and was gone.
It was all a hopeless tease. Whether or not Azkedelia meant well. Every night in DG's absence she would flutter her eyelashes, brush her candy-flavored lips across his cheek and then when he found himself in her arms, she would reprimand him between kisses for ever being there... and she was right. He would have found it so easy to stop loving her... if that could even be called real love. He would have found it a minimal task to walk away... up until she threw the truth in his lap....
"I've fallen for you... and I need you to make a decision." He mocked her under his breath. Oh, the ultimate pawn. It's what he played best in this seemingly never ending game of torture chess.
Glitch? Make a solid decision? Etched permanently in his heart, the decision had been made all along. Those two letters had always been carved right there. DG.
Glitch shook his head and cleaned up his mess, righting his chair and the little side table. He suckled nervously at his fingertip, catching the blood on his tongue that seeped lightly from a little cut he had gotten cleaning up the glass, and headed toward Azkadelia's chambers.
He stood outside the door in the wide open halls, his head in his hands, trying to piece together the most gentle remedy to what ails him. As gentle as this all could be. How in the hell did this ever happen?? He began to panic a little, thinking on this, and as he tried to dry his panic-damp palms, he heard her door swing open.
Well you've got your reasons...
"I couldn't bear not having you after learning to love you so dearly..." She bore a seemingly faux sadness in her eyes
"Learning to love me? How do you figure going into this knowingly having to learn to lo-"
And you've got your lies...
"When I had to sit there-" Azkadelia interrupted, "and watch the witch condemn you to pain and- and... and mental darkness, it killed me that there was nothing I could do." A black tear rolled down her cheek and she dabbed it away quickly and coolly, as though it hadn't fallen in the first place.
Glitch was beginning to lose his temper with her icy veneer. He rolled to a slow boil inside, the harsh chemical mixture of deep hurt and remorse melting away the lining of his stomach. He turned his wildly guilty eyes from her and raised an interjective finger, pointing it directly at her. "I-- I..."
And you've got your manipulations... to cut me down to size...
"Without me you're a lonely wanderer again. I'm the only one you have, Glitch. You know DG doesn't want any part of this anymore. It's why she left, remember?" There seemed to be a hint of sadness again in her eyes, it was more vivid this time and something told Glitch that it was vivid because it was real.
Sayin' you love but you don't, You'll give your love, but you won't...
Glitch's eyes threatened to fill and he stood stoically in the hall, still having refused to move a single inch.
"Remember is a relative word," He began, struggling to sound calm. "More recently it has had precious little to do with me so I will ask you not to use it in such a insistent fashion."
"What?" She snipped, her eyes wide with contempt. "What did you just say to me?"
If you could only see the way she loves me, then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love, and what I must do.
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says-
When she says she loves me..
"DG never had to LEARN to love me! SHE JUST.... She just did." He bowed his head and didn't look up again until the doors in front of him softly latched closed.
Seems the road less traveled... Shows happiness unraveled...
Glitch turned and walked down the hall. His simple amble turned into a stride and soon he ducked into a stairwell door. The stairs led up to a tower in the castle and at the top of the tower was a small room. He went up the stairs at two or three at a time and finally reached the door when he forgot in its entirety what he meant to do there.
So down the stairs he went. He took no care as he barreled down them as fast as he barreled up them.
And you got to take a little dirt to keep what you love
-That's what you gotta do...
His heart shook with fear, but he remained blindly persistent to the task at hand, whatever that was. All he knew was at the end of his journey was DG, and he had a lot to say. He bit down on his lip as he passed over paths and through wooded areas.
The light of day faded out and soon he ran through darkness, his heart feeling like it could burst in his chest. Suddenly, his lights went out due to his foot catching on a root and subsequently his head bouncing off of the tree.
Sayin' you love but you don't, You'll give your love, but you won't...
He slept soundly where he lay, despite how it seemed his dreams were frightening and frustrating him. He dreamt of DG. He dreamt of running to her... running to her.... and when he finally reached her near proximity and approached her, the arms he tried to hold her with simply floated through her and she would disappear and reappear elsewhere in his periphery.
The process of dreaming was almost like a nightly seizure for our poor, dear Glitch. He twitched and trembled in his sleep, the scene fragmenting itself like shattered glass. It was now as dark inside his mind as it was outside, but bathed in a gentle, subtle glow was a six-foot-tall frame in his direct vicinity. Truthfully, while the glow fascinated him, the frame's look intimidated him and he began to back up little by little, the frame getting closer and closer.
You're stretchin' your arms to somethin' that's just not there...
Sayin' you love where you stand, you give your heart when you can....
"I wouldn't back up much further, headcase." The frame spoke. Its voice was like molasses dripping from its mouth. Glitch reached down, seeming to know of a nearby source of comfort and his hand grazed something made of metal, adorned by cold, smooth marble. He grabbed for it, instinctively pulled back the tab along the top until it clicked into place and aimed. He squeezed his eyes shut, and though he had seen the glowing frame of a certain princess, and though his mind screamed for him not to be rash, he didn't hear it. He didn't hear it and he pulled the trigger.
If you could only see the way she loves me, then maybe you would understand
Why I feel this way about our love, and what I must do.
Glitch sat up, a cry rising from his throat, breaking through the new morning. He looked around, shivering a little and motioned to brush the dew from his dread-lock corkscrew curls but instead closed his eyes tight, cursing under his breath over the large, tender egg on his head that had somehow barely missed his zipper. Nothing remained but the random memory of just how that something made of metal and marble felt in his hand.
He bowed his head despite the splitting ache and turned back toward the frozen quarter, dragging himself to the castle, putting himself once more in the presence of Azkadelia and subjecting himself to further senseless tribulations.
If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says-
When she says she loves me..