"Perfect Strangers" a BoL-Fanmix
Hi, since I'm new to LJ, I'm not yet familiar with the tools, but I wanted to share a fanmix with you!
It took me months(!) to get it finished and I hope, you'll like it as much as I do.
It's an a bit unusal pairing I admid, but it "felt right" when I created it.....
So far, sorry, but I can only give you the cover and tracklist. :(
http://martiya-khvar.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3787fb
But I can give you a tiny tiny bit of the story I'm developing for this pairing:
Tracks:
Scissor Sisters "Land of a Thousand Words"/ The Smiths "Please please please let me have what I want"/ Guano Apes "Rain"
[...]
Suddenly she felt a throbbing pain in her temples and all the happy voices and the bright light became unbearable.
She excused herself, smiling to not unsettle her husband and the guests, and, avoiding the hastly bustling staff members in the corridors, slipped through a door leading into the gardens.
The air was cool and refreshing, smelling of jasmin and roses that grew nearby. She took a few deep breaths and massaged her temples. The soft breeze played with the strands of her auburn hair. Beyond the palace walls the sun was setting in blazing colors of pink, orange and purple. The sky above was turning a deeper, darker blue with every minute that passed, matching the indigo of her silk dress.
The Queen followed a winding stone path towards a carved pavillion in the center of the rose garden, stopping in surprise when she heard a familiar voice.
The man talked quietly on his mobile phone, with a deep, velvety voice, that enhanced the melodious sound of his arabic. He ended the call and turned around. After the first moment of surprise, he caught himself again and greeted her, "Good evening, Your Majesty."
"Good evening, Hani Pasha", she answered with a smile, "I thought you didn't want to come tonight?"
He walked towards her, immaticulately dressed and groomed as ever. The way he bore himself had made a great impression on her when they first met. That hadn't changed the slightest over the years. Though his dark hair had started to gray at the temples, he still moved and behaved with a regality that could easily trick someone into believing he was a member of the royal family himself.
His green eyes regarded her for a moment before he answered with a sigh, "I'm not here for my entertainment... Your husband has asked me to come and brief him about the latest results of an important operation."
In the distance clouds started to gather at the horizon. A chance for the long awaited rain to finally reach the bone-dry land.
A cautious gaze around the garden, then he stood right in front of her.
She could smell his expensive cologne and feel the feather-light touch of his slender fingers at her hip.
[...]
It took me months(!) to get it finished and I hope, you'll like it as much as I do.
It's an a bit unusal pairing I admid, but it "felt right" when I created it.....
So far, sorry, but I can only give you the cover and tracklist. :(
http://martiya-khvar.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d3787fb
But I can give you a tiny tiny bit of the story I'm developing for this pairing:
Tracks:
Scissor Sisters "Land of a Thousand Words"/ The Smiths "Please please please let me have what I want"/ Guano Apes "Rain"
[...]
Suddenly she felt a throbbing pain in her temples and all the happy voices and the bright light became unbearable.
She excused herself, smiling to not unsettle her husband and the guests, and, avoiding the hastly bustling staff members in the corridors, slipped through a door leading into the gardens.
The air was cool and refreshing, smelling of jasmin and roses that grew nearby. She took a few deep breaths and massaged her temples. The soft breeze played with the strands of her auburn hair. Beyond the palace walls the sun was setting in blazing colors of pink, orange and purple. The sky above was turning a deeper, darker blue with every minute that passed, matching the indigo of her silk dress.
The Queen followed a winding stone path towards a carved pavillion in the center of the rose garden, stopping in surprise when she heard a familiar voice.
The man talked quietly on his mobile phone, with a deep, velvety voice, that enhanced the melodious sound of his arabic. He ended the call and turned around. After the first moment of surprise, he caught himself again and greeted her, "Good evening, Your Majesty."
"Good evening, Hani Pasha", she answered with a smile, "I thought you didn't want to come tonight?"
He walked towards her, immaticulately dressed and groomed as ever. The way he bore himself had made a great impression on her when they first met. That hadn't changed the slightest over the years. Though his dark hair had started to gray at the temples, he still moved and behaved with a regality that could easily trick someone into believing he was a member of the royal family himself.
His green eyes regarded her for a moment before he answered with a sigh, "I'm not here for my entertainment... Your husband has asked me to come and brief him about the latest results of an important operation."
In the distance clouds started to gather at the horizon. A chance for the long awaited rain to finally reach the bone-dry land.
A cautious gaze around the garden, then he stood right in front of her.
She could smell his expensive cologne and feel the feather-light touch of his slender fingers at her hip.
[...]