FIC: Live Music, everyonemissnyahMarch 24 2011, 04:08:44 UTC
On the list of most terrible things that go bump in the night, the Salvatore brothers hardly signify.
"Matt said there'd be live music tonight!" Caroline urges, voice and gestures ushering her friends through the door.
If life is full of tiny moments of unrecognized grace, this is not one of them.
Damon's at the bar already, talking strategy and safety to Ric, thinking how he'd like to just burn it all down. Tyler's lurking in the parking lot, he's gone pale on solitude and moonlight. Elena's eying her friends and her boyfriend and the dance floor. She's wondering if the band will be good enough to make her forget everything but normal. Make her free for just one night.
And all the rest are there too. The whole town. Because where else would they go? The air vibrates with hopes and fears, is thick with longing. The first chords tear from the speakers and it all crystallizes: who they are and what they want and why they came. The singer's voice wraps them in velvet and razor blades.
"A soul singer," Isobel says from the stool next to Damon. She nods her head at the band.
"I don't know what that means," he replies because there's just not enough air in the room for dishonesty.
She grins. All the things he doesn't know seem fitted between her teeth. "When you leave here you'll be lighter than you were. You'll leave something behind."
Re: FIC: Live Music, everyonewaltzmatildahMarch 27 2011, 13:10:52 UTC
She grins. All the things he doesn't know seem fitted between her teeth. "When you leave here you'll be lighter than you were. You'll leave something behind."
THAT! That is one freaking awesome ending right there! Holy cow.
Re: FIC: Live Music, everyonebrightstarmaraMarch 30 2011, 09:40:28 UTC
Bump in the night...they do go bump in the night. And in the daytime :) Liked this story a lot. THe ending it pretty mysterious ! Thanks for answering my prompt ;)
"Matt said there'd be live music tonight!" Caroline urges, voice and gestures ushering her friends through the door.
If life is full of tiny moments of unrecognized grace, this is not one of them.
Damon's at the bar already, talking strategy and safety to Ric, thinking how he'd like to just burn it all down. Tyler's lurking in the parking lot, he's gone pale on solitude and moonlight. Elena's eying her friends and her boyfriend and the dance floor. She's wondering if the band will be good enough to make her forget everything but normal. Make her free for just one night.
And all the rest are there too. The whole town. Because where else would they go? The air vibrates with hopes and fears, is thick with longing. The first chords tear from the speakers and it all crystallizes: who they are and what they want and why they came. The singer's voice wraps them in velvet and razor blades.
"A soul singer," Isobel says from the stool next to Damon. She nods her head at the band.
"I don't know what that means," he replies because there's just not enough air in the room for dishonesty.
She grins. All the things he doesn't know seem fitted between her teeth. "When you leave here you'll be lighter than you were. You'll leave something behind."
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THAT! That is one freaking awesome ending right there! Holy cow.
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Thanks for answering my prompt ;)
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