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The Apples in Stereo - Lucky Charm
she's the first girl that could see me
(she's got me in orbit)
Victoria Forrester is nothing short of completely perfect.
The long tumble of ash-blond curls and the delicate lines of her fingers are finer than any art that he has seen, the quiet sound of her tinkling laughter is the only music he can ever want for - and he only wishes that he had words enough to write the poetry of her eyes, her voice, her smile with half the beauty it possesses.
And here, in the candlelight, she almost seems to shine.
It's an odd thought, perhaps - the kind he often entertains and has learned by now to keep to himself - but it makes him smile all the same. He won't say it out loud for fear that her lovely laughter should turn on him, but he imagines that no one could help but love a girl who glittered that way all the time.
Azure Ray - Beautiful Things Can Come From the Dark
someone else’s boy, i have hope for you
that you will keep your love for the world
"Hello?"
The word flys out in front of her, skimming its way off trees and fading quickly into the empty space somewhere along the way. The night is cold and quiet and unfamiliar, the air strange and heavy.
And there is no answer.
She isn't certain why she expects one - too many stories of wandering princes and daring rescues, perhaps - or why, even though she knows better, she imagines that any answer would be a good thing - probably for the very same reason - but she still blinks uselessly into the strange darkness.
And waits.
Gomez - Girlshapedlobedrug
the girlshapedlovedrug messes with my mind
"You're going to have to walk faster than that if we have any expectations of getting home sometime reasonably soon," he points out, diplomatically enough, cautiously glancing down at her reluctant hold on his arm.
The star merely tilts her chin imperiously, steps slowing further (most likely merely to be contrary) and glaring at him along the line of her nose.
"Why don't we break your leg and see how quickly you can walk, then?" she replies in a mocking imitation of his tone. "It would, of course, only be fair. Reasonable, yes?"
There's nothing at all poetic about the narrowed eyes and stubborn, straight-set shoulders of the girl next to him. Nothing at all like his Victoria. The girl's wrists are thin, skin soft and pale, but the fists she curls her fingers into are hardly delicate - her lips are pink, but when they're parted the words they speak are sharper than most knives he has encountered.
She has no corset strings, no ribbons, and absolutely no manners whatsoever.
Nothing at all like his Victoria.
New Found Glory - Stay (w Lisa Loeb)
and i thought what i felt was simple
and i thought that i don't belong
"Look," he begins, placatingly. "Yvaine, what do you want from me?"
"Other than for you to leave me alone?"
A sigh, huffing and exasperated, silver chain shimmering between them as it catches the light, "Must you be contrary all of the time?"
"I'd like to think that I'm rather good at it," she shrugs, glaring up at him with a smile that is sharp completely out of place. "It's something of a talent."
"I cannot leave you alone, I cannot let you go. I already told you, I made a promise, I -"
"Yes, I bloody well know," comes the reply, dry and snippish. "I am pretty sure that I know it a million times over by now, thank you very much. Shall I ask you for something simple then?"
"If it would please you."
She laughs, humorless, "I very much doubt that."
Broken Social Scene - Pitter Patter Goes My Heart
instrumental
"It may not mean much now, but I still would like to point out that I was right, and you were wrong."
"Really now? Which part were you right about again?" he inquires tetchily, straining uselessly against the ropes. "The part where running away was a good idea? Because I think that you were a bit off the mark on that one."
She laughs brightly at that and he notes, absently, that it's probably the first time that he has heard her laugh at all. It's a pleasant sound, perhaps not as musical as Victoria's, but honest and surprisingly sweet.
"I did promise that I would make your life difficult," she replies. "And I do not think that it gets much more difficult than this."
He can't quite help the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Very well then," he allows. "You are correct. You are, in fact, the single most difficult star I have ever met."
He feels the laugh this time, much more than he hears it.
"Thank you," she adds simply, fingers curling carefully around his, mindful of the burns. "For saving me anyway."
David Bowie - Nature Boy (w Massive Attack)
a little shy, and sad of eye
but very wise was he
Occasionally, when she isn't amusing herself elsewhere - keeping the mermaid figurehead company, or driving the poor cook up the wall - she sits still enough, stays quiet enough to watch him.
He stumbles nearly as much as he executes the Captain's instructions correctly, and yet there's something - something charming it. Something astoundingly charming about the air of childhood heroics and imaginary dragons - and, more often than not, she finds herself spending far too much time with her eyes following him around the deck, smiling foolishly.
It's utterly moronic and embarrassing and that, more than anything, keeps her mouth shut and her usual comments to herself and, ironically, gives her more time to continue with her idiocy.
More time to ignore the persistent little flutter trapped beneath her ribs.
Zero 7 - The Pageant of the Bizarre
catch a fallen star, you'll go far
There is music playing out on the deck.
She blinks at him from across the table and her eyes are bright, unusually so.
The hand drifts from its place at her cheek - elbow on the tabletop, palm propped up under her chin - and she rises easily enough, reaching forward to offer her hand, the very corner of her lips twitching upward most troublesomely.
"Come on then, Prince Charming," she grins. "You can hardly expect to court your fair maiden if you cannot dance, yes? I think I will suffice for practice."
And Tristran cannot help but feel a certain, vague sense of foreboding. (And a certain, inexplicable speeding of his heartbeat.)
It might be a good time to admit that he was never terribly good at that in school either.
He takes her hand instead, and doesn't say a word.
Stars of the Lid - Articulate Silences (Part 1)
instrumental
"It's probably only a week or so now," he says. "Not so much longer at all for you to have to walk, Yvaine. And I can't imagine running into a great deal more trouble in that little amount of time, can you?"
She just smiles - something soft and slow (and strangely sad) that he doesn't recognize - and lowers her eyes, continuing forward without a word.
His stomach twists into a low, uncomfortable knot and he isn't certain if he wants to know why.
So he just follows.
And he doesn't wonder why it feels as though they're going the wrong way.
Imogen Heap - The Walk
i don't want to feel like this
so that makes it all your fault
"What, exactly, are you trying to do?" she hisses up at him, eyes unfocused and breathing shuddery. "Break my leg again?"
She finds, much to her slightly panicked and extremely flustered surprise, that she hasn't the slightest clue as to what to do with her hands. They've never caused her this sort of trouble before - but even now, pinned rather neatly to her sides, they seem to be caught between flattening where they are and fluttering upward to tangle at the sides of his coat, to brush the hair out of his eyes. She doesn't think that she's ever seen anyone this close before and he's unexpectedly, unsettlingly pleasant to look at.
It's troubling.
It's tempting.
Her fingers dig lines into the dirt, grounding herself.
Chris Rice - When Did You Fall
was it out of the blue
cause i swear i never knew it
He steps out of the washroom to the hushed sound of female voices, one polite and inquisitive and the other low and displeased. (It doesn't take too long at all for him to guess which voice belongs to the star.) And he finds her with her back to him, one hand on her hip and stubbornly guarding the doorway.
"I am dreadfully sorry to inform you that Master Thorn will not be doing any private readings," the star drawls, sounding nothing of the sort. "Rotten luck."
The door slams quite decisively, effectively cutting off any potential protests and he has a feeling that their rest in Fulkeston is going to be ending sometime in the very immediate future. He finds that he doesn't particularly mind - he's beginning to run out of stories anyhow.
"Bloody irritating females," she snarls, sleep-mussed, and stalks her way past him and back into the room.
She's surprisingly lovely with her hair wild and tangled around her face, neck of the too-large dressing gown that he's vaguely certain belonged to the Captain at one point falling down her shoulder - and her eyes, when they catch his, are narrowed and angry.
It's not surprising that she's angry, really. She's been that far more often than he can count.
It's just that he's never noticed before that she is lovely too.
Death Cab for Cutie - I Will Possess Your Heart
how i wish you could see the potential
the potential of you and me
The star makes her careful way up onto the roof of the yellow caravan, head tilted up at the sky and nighttime oddly quiet. It's strange, almost, to be on the ground looking up, but the dim twinkling of her sisters is a more comforting company than empty walls and she knows, at least, that they are listening.
"I do not know if there are rules regarding the wishes of relatives - or if they are even allowed, for that matter," she murmurs, never once raising her voice. "I am not asking you to act upon personal biases, of course, but, do you think -"
A laugh, soft, words barely loud enough to be even a whisper any longer.
"Maybe?"
She knows better to want things that she cannot have.
She knows - but that doesn't seem to stop her this time.
The Perishers - My Heart
it's breaking bit by bit
There are quaint rows of houses - brickwork and thatched roofs and windows with curtains or colored swinging doors - in the space beyond the Wall, cobblestone paths and tiny gardens and Yvaine thinks, perhaps, that it would be a nice place to live. Quiet, for certain, but pleasant enough.
She can't see herself there. Not really.
The star tips her head back to the sky - sunlight settling warmly along her shoulder blades, the bridge of her nose - and if she were to be completely honest, she isn't certain if she can see herself there either.
It isn't home. Not anymore. Not for a while now.
She closes her eyes, curls her fingers into the grass, and waits. Doesn't think too hard on what she's waiting for.
She's almost afraid that if she did, she would find it to be nothing at all.
Dave Barnes - Nothing Fancy
i don't know the perfect conversation
i don't know the way to turn a head
It's not quite like falling. It's far more like stumbling, really. Tripping their way over words and the scant few inches left between them - all skittering fingers and foolish grins and heavy raindrops weighing down jacket sleeves and skirt layers.
They almost definitely get it wrong - their noses bump awkwardly, he nearly forgets to close his eyes and most certainly forgets to breathe, and for the first moment she laughs against his lips far more than she kisses back - and yet it's perfect.
Perfect is relative, after all.
Hans Zimmer - Heart of a King
instrumental
He doesn't think that he's ready to be a king.
The stone is suddenly a heavy weight around his neck, pulling him downward, chain caught in his collar and clasped far too tight and he's almost certain that he cannot breathe because this is not at all the quiet freedom he had imagined for the future.
He wants, very suddenly, to take it back, to assure the dark-haired woman - his Mother - that she has gotten the whole thing wrong. He knows that she has.
Then the star reaches out to take his hand and, somehow, he's ready for anything.
The Wannadies - You and Me Song
it was always you and me always
"Be quiet," she orders, arms crossed over her chest and back turned to him, skin dimmed unpleasantly. "Your speaking privileges have been revoked due to incompetence."
It's an immediately familiar pose and he smiles to himself, crossing the room silently and smoothing down the straps of her dress, ignoring the displeased wriggle in favor of dipping his fingers forward and along the line of her collarbone, striking up a trail of glitter as he goes.
Another protest is quickly cut off as he sweeps her hair forward and over her shoulder, clearing the space at the start of her spine for careful exploration, space between them shimmering.
A soft sigh, prompted by the equally soft kiss at the base of her neck, and the entire room is lit as though by some odd, glittering candle.
"Are all stars so consistently disagreeable?" he grins against her shoulder.
"No," she smirks, turning her head to catch his lips. "You're just lucky."
Explosions in the Sky - Your Hand in Mine
instrumental
"You are rather entirely serious about this whole thing, aren't you?"
"I'd say so."
"Forever is something of a long time, Prince Charming."
"So I've heard."
"It's been said that I am rather difficult."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. Dreadfully."
"Dreadfully, really?"
"Really. Just so you know."
Regina Spektor - Hell No (w Sondre Lerche)
i will never go, babe
hell no