Alcuin had been on the island long enough now to be privy to the sometimes cruel whims of the jukebox in the rec room, typically witnessing the distress of others as it played some song that cut to the quick of them for reasons he could not understand. There had even been times when he had heard lyrics that seemed particularly fitting for whatever unpleasantness was going on in his life at that moment - but typically he knew so little about modern music that he rarely recognized a song itself.
And as he stepped into the rec room today, he still did not recognize the music. The voice, however, he did.
It was Giles' voice, one he had heard a hundred times, on evenings when his lover had played the guitar and sang, songs Alcuin had never heard for the most part. And it may not have even been so jarring were the song not also in French. In D'Angeline.
Et tu es loin de moi, se loin... And you are so far from me, so far.
The song began to end; Alcuin could hear it winding down. And he crossed the room to the jukebox and demanded desperately, "No, play it again!" And then as, a mixed blessing, it complied, he leaned back against it and sighed, "Pourquoi vous me torturez?" Why do you torture me so?
[OOC: The song playing -
Qu'est ce que j'ai fait; and the
lyrics/translation for anyone who may know French]