Round #18; Welcome To Night Vale - Carlos (Cecil/Carlos)
Fandom: Welcome To Night Vale
Subject: Carlos POV Cecil/Carlos (The consequence of sound by Skoll)
Title: Silence Is Harder
Warnings/Notes: Spoilers through One Year Later. Some creepy implications because of the power Cecil holds over the town, but nothing weirder than canon. This is based on the first fic I read for WTNV fandom, and it's still my favorite interpretation of Cecil's place as the Voice of Night Vale. Quotes from the story included, so some spoilers for that, too.
“A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.”
Welcome to Night Vale is a podcast in the style of a radio show, hosted by Cecil Baldwin, the Voice of Night Vale. It's kind of like what A Prairie Home Companion might sound like if it took place in a desert town inside the Twilight Zone. Cecil reports all the news from Night Vale, decrees from the city government and the Sheriff's Secret Police, as well as the weather and local ads (and occasionally his own opinions on things and people around town). Carlos is a scientist who came to Night Vale to study all the strangeness it produces, and with whom Cecil fell in love "instantly" upon his arrival. This mix and the fic it's based on are basically Welcome to Night Vale as seen through Carlos' perspective, but Skoll's summary puts it better than I:
It's not a small thing, to be so important to the Voice of a place as powerful and impossible as Night Vale. Carlos is learning that, now.
(Or: Just because Carlos spends a year not romantically involved with Cecil doesn't mean that Cecil doesn't play a role in his life during that year. Actually, it's probably a much bigger role than Cecil realizes.)
There's a shiver up Carlos' spine the first time his truck's tires lurch over the boundary to Night Vale
The Balled of Fiedler and Mundt - Disparition
~instrumental~
Sometimes, a year later, he'll look back at this moment, and realize he had literally no idea what he was getting himself into.
Consequence of Sounds - Regina Spektor
That very same morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and
National Geographic was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
"The worlds got a nosebleed" it said
"And we're flooding but we keep on cutting
The trees and the forests!"
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV,
Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder.
“You can't live in Night Vale without a radio”
Do You Know What I’m Seeing? - Panic! At the Disco
Clouds are marching along, singing a song, just like they do.
If the clouds were singing a song, I’d sing along, wouldn’t you too?
If you just knew what they could do.
Oh, if you just knew, what would they do?
...
I know it’s sad that I never gave a damn about the weather
and it never gave a damn about me.
Carlos has the strange feeling-and he can never explain later why this is-that this voice is Important complete with the implied capital letter.
Hear Me - Imagine Dragons
Try to hear my voice.
You can leave, now it’s your choice.
Maybe if I fall asleep, I won’t breathe right.
Maybe if I leave tonight, I won’t come back.
I said it before, I won’t say it again.
Love is a game to you, it’s not pretend.
...
Can nobody hear me?
It's strange, but it turns out like this-Cecil loves Carlos from the start, and so Night Vale does too.
Uninvited - Alanis Morissette
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing.
You speak of my love like
you have experienced love like mine before.
But this is not allowed.
You’re uninvited.
An unfortunate slight.
I don’t think you unworthy.
I need a moment to deliberate.
And then, after the miscommunication with the clocks-though how come quickly I have an important scientific inquiry turns into let's go on a date, Carlos still isn't entirely sure, and it's not that he isn't flattered, he just doesn't know Cecil all that well-Carlos for the first time faces the town without Cecil's influence.
Storm Warning - I Am Kloot
I would have kept you free from harm
rang the bells or raised alarms.
I would have kept them all at bay
except I thought I heard you say,
‘You’re the leper boy, you can’t come in.
The monkey god is now your king.
You’re out, you’re in,
you’re out, you’re in,
you’re out.’
Of Angels And Angles - The Decemberists
There are angels in your angles.
There’s a low moon caught in your tangles.
There’s a ticking at the sill.
There’s a purr of a pigeon to break the still of the day.
As on we go drowning
down we go today.
And darling, we go a-drowning
down we go away
away.
And Carlos, huddled and stunned on the incline leading to the miniature city, realizes that he's going to die an idiot, because, for all that he's heard Cecil's voice on the radio for a year now, apparently he never really listened before.
Always - Panic! At the Disco
I’m a fly that’s trapped
in a web
but I’m thinking that
my spider’s dead.
Lonely, lonely little life
I could kid myself
thinking that I’m fine.
It was always you
falling for me.
Now there’s always time
calling for me.
I’m the light
blinking at the end of the road.
Blink back to let me know.
They lean together, and look up at the lights. And they say nothing, because nothing needs to be said.
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Subject: Carlos POV Cecil/Carlos (The consequence of sound by Skoll)
Title: Silence Is Harder
Warnings/Notes: Spoilers through One Year Later. Some creepy implications because of the power Cecil holds over the town, but nothing weirder than canon. This is based on the first fic I read for WTNV fandom, and it's still my favorite interpretation of Cecil's place as the Voice of Night Vale. Quotes from the story included, so some spoilers for that, too.
“A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.”
Welcome to Night Vale is a podcast in the style of a radio show, hosted by Cecil Baldwin, the Voice of Night Vale. It's kind of like what A Prairie Home Companion might sound like if it took place in a desert town inside the Twilight Zone. Cecil reports all the news from Night Vale, decrees from the city government and the Sheriff's Secret Police, as well as the weather and local ads (and occasionally his own opinions on things and people around town). Carlos is a scientist who came to Night Vale to study all the strangeness it produces, and with whom Cecil fell in love "instantly" upon his arrival. This mix and the fic it's based on are basically Welcome to Night Vale as seen through Carlos' perspective, but Skoll's summary puts it better than I:
It's not a small thing, to be so important to the Voice of a place as powerful and impossible as Night Vale. Carlos is learning that, now.
(Or: Just because Carlos spends a year not romantically involved with Cecil doesn't mean that Cecil doesn't play a role in his life during that year. Actually, it's probably a much bigger role than Cecil realizes.)
There's a shiver up Carlos' spine the first time his truck's tires lurch over the boundary to Night Vale
The Balled of Fiedler and Mundt - Disparition
~instrumental~
Sometimes, a year later, he'll look back at this moment, and realize he had literally no idea what he was getting himself into.
Consequence of Sounds - Regina Spektor
That very same morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing and
National Geographic was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
"The worlds got a nosebleed" it said
"And we're flooding but we keep on cutting
The trees and the forests!"
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV,
Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder.
“You can't live in Night Vale without a radio”
Do You Know What I’m Seeing? - Panic! At the Disco
Clouds are marching along, singing a song, just like they do.
If the clouds were singing a song, I’d sing along, wouldn’t you too?
If you just knew what they could do.
Oh, if you just knew, what would they do?
...
I know it’s sad that I never gave a damn about the weather
and it never gave a damn about me.
Carlos has the strange feeling-and he can never explain later why this is-that this voice is Important complete with the implied capital letter.
Hear Me - Imagine Dragons
Try to hear my voice.
You can leave, now it’s your choice.
Maybe if I fall asleep, I won’t breathe right.
Maybe if I leave tonight, I won’t come back.
I said it before, I won’t say it again.
Love is a game to you, it’s not pretend.
...
Can nobody hear me?
It's strange, but it turns out like this-Cecil loves Carlos from the start, and so Night Vale does too.
Uninvited - Alanis Morissette
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing.
You speak of my love like
you have experienced love like mine before.
But this is not allowed.
You’re uninvited.
An unfortunate slight.
I don’t think you unworthy.
I need a moment to deliberate.
And then, after the miscommunication with the clocks-though how come quickly I have an important scientific inquiry turns into let's go on a date, Carlos still isn't entirely sure, and it's not that he isn't flattered, he just doesn't know Cecil all that well-Carlos for the first time faces the town without Cecil's influence.
Storm Warning - I Am Kloot
I would have kept you free from harm
rang the bells or raised alarms.
I would have kept them all at bay
except I thought I heard you say,
‘You’re the leper boy, you can’t come in.
The monkey god is now your king.
You’re out, you’re in,
you’re out, you’re in,
you’re out.’
Of Angels And Angles - The Decemberists
There are angels in your angles.
There’s a low moon caught in your tangles.
There’s a ticking at the sill.
There’s a purr of a pigeon to break the still of the day.
As on we go drowning
down we go today.
And darling, we go a-drowning
down we go away
away.
And Carlos, huddled and stunned on the incline leading to the miniature city, realizes that he's going to die an idiot, because, for all that he's heard Cecil's voice on the radio for a year now, apparently he never really listened before.
Always - Panic! At the Disco
I’m a fly that’s trapped
in a web
but I’m thinking that
my spider’s dead.
Lonely, lonely little life
I could kid myself
thinking that I’m fine.
It was always you
falling for me.
Now there’s always time
calling for me.
I’m the light
blinking at the end of the road.
Blink back to let me know.
They lean together, and look up at the lights. And they say nothing, because nothing needs to be said.
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