Sigh No More music drabbles part 2.
Title: 6 drabbles, each inspired by the last six songs from the album 'Sigh No More'
Author:
thekeyholder (Brigi)
Beta: the wonderful
sheerpoetry
Pairing: BellDom
Rating: G/PG
Feedback: is very appreciated, so if you have time, let me know what you think. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse or Mumford and Sons, only my work. Please, don't steal!
Warning: nothing
Author's Note: First of all, big thanks to
sheerpoetry
forintroducing me the fantastic band that is Mumford and Sons. I love their songs and decided to write a drabble for each one from the 'Sigh No More' album. This is a "get well soon" present for
erasedjanna! *hugs* I promise that #7 will surely become a one-off eventually (I'm a sucker for teen!muse xD) and maybe even #12. :)
PART 1.
Sigh No More drabbles part 2
“Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep Little Lion Man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start”
The sixteen-year-old Matthew Bellamy woke up to a melancholic, autumnal morning. He wished he could have slept longer, but he especially wished that he wouldn’t have to go to school. Not that day, not ever. He didn’t have issues with the school itself, but with the teenagers attending it. He refused to believe that he was too weird to be anyone’s friend, but since he was the victim of the popular gang everyone else avoided him not to be associated with “Psycho Bellamy”.
Matt was a normal teenager, but the bullies realised it would be easy to make fun of his old-fashioned clothes and big glasses. The boy tried to be invisible and hastened his pace as it also started raining. He focused on the concrete and told himself ‘there are only five steps to the door’. Suddenly, he bumped into something hard: it was one of the gorillas from the bully-group.
“Well, well, look who’s had a haircut,” the ringleader’s voice sounded cold and sly.
Matt gripped his books firmly and continued staring at the ground. The cool rain fell mercilessly in the meantime.
“You look into my eyes when I’m talking to you, Bellamy!” the boy hissed, grabbed Matt’s chin, and forced him to look into his cruel grey eyes.
“Leave me alone, Howard! Aren’t there any chicks left for you to pick up?”
Matthew looked for the first time without fear into Dominic Howard’s eyes and the blonde was astonished by the fire burning in the blue orbs.
“Bitch!” Dominic yelled and slapped Matt so hard that the fragile boy fell in a puddle of mud; the books scattered around him and a cracking sound signalled that Matt’s glasses broke.
Tears started flowing on the shocked boy’s face. He started collecting his belongings while the gorillas ran away. However, something paralysed Dominic and he watched with his mouth open as Matthew was searching for his glasses, trying at the same time to calm his sobbing and panic. The blonde boy kneeled in the mud and handed Matt the glasses. The poor boy wanted to thank his helper, but when he saw who it was his anger doubled.
“I’m so sorry,” Dominic mumbled and gulped when Matt looked at him through the broken lenses, the image as distorted as Dominic’s heart, which had been growing in the wrong company.
“For God’s sake, leave me alone!” Matthew cried out and ran away as fast as he could.
“And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars”
Dominic Howard was an honest, resolute man in all his born days. As a child he dreamed of becoming a pilot and he made it come true with hard work. He met a pretty, clever girl just like he imagined his future wife would be a oooooooooooooooo nd a couple of months later he popped the question. They had now been married for six years and had a four-year-old boy called William. They were a happy family and Dominic loved them with his whole heart.
However, his life changed a few months ago when he met a new pilot colleague, Matthew. They made friends from the first moment; they liked the same bands and shared an interest in old movies. The long flights seemed too short beside Matthew and Dominic didn’t remember when he laughed so much. The new friend also taught him lots of interesting things and Dominic enjoyed listening to him and watching the sparks in the blue eyes.
A few days before Christmas, they were snowed in in Canada and couldn’t go home to their families. They felt depressed, so went to a bar and drank too much. They stumbled to their hotel rooms, howling with laughter, and Matt followed him into his room to continue their silly giggle-fest. In one of the silences between laughter, Dominic leaned in and kissed Matthew who grabbed his collar and brought him closer.
The next morning Dominic thought that he’d wake up with a migraine in an empty bed, but upon discovering Matt snuggled up to him, he hugged the man tightly. They lay in bed all day and tried to cure their headaches with sweet kisses. Dominic spent the best Christmas in his life with Matthew and he’d never received such a beautiful present as his friend’s love. He somehow forgot that he had a perfect life at home…
He didn’t know what to do. Everyone would despise him if he left his wife and son for Matthew. On the other hand, he would hate himself for the rest of his life if he didn’t give Matt the infinite love he was capable of. Decisions, decisions…
“I’m on my knees and the water creeps to my chest”
He woke up with tears streaming down his face. He had the same nightmare that had been torturing him for months. Matthew and he were walking hand in hand in a swamp as the fog was slowly rising. Then Matthew turned and told him: “Wait here, my dear. I’ll be back soon.”
A fleeting kiss pressed to Dominic’s forehead and he was gone, the thick fog quickly enveloping him. Everything turned dark and scary, and Dominic always woke up shaking and crying.
It was six in the morning, but Dominic needed some fresh air. The streets were filled with people hurrying to work; their mundane problems written on their face. Dominic couldn’t understand how the world could still be the same after his great loss. If the city was to reflect the way he felt, it would turn into a desert only scarcely covered by thistle and weeds. An unceasing storm would paint the sky and in the end Dominic would drown himself in the lake which was formed by his tears…
“Lend me your eyes, I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep totally free”
My parents have just sent me away from the house I grew up in with only a small piece of luggage and stated that I’m not their son any more. The reason: I confessed that I’m gay. It wasn’t easy, but it was the most relieving realisation I’ve ever had, thanks to Mr. Bellamy, my music teacher. I didn’t really know where to go, so I pull my luggage in the pouring rain in the direction of his house.
When he opens the door, I can see in his eyes, through the veil of shock, that he recognises his young self in my miserable state. The warmth of his welcome makes me giddy. Although he hasn’t even touched me, I feel a strong bond between us. It’s as if he made my true personality come to life…I know he’s the only one who can awake my soul. He tried before as well when he played pieces of music to subtly confess his feelings, but it’s different now.
I want it, I want him to teach me everything he knows for me to become the man I truly am deep down.
“Seal my heart and break my pride
I’ve nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body my mind
To face what I’ve done, and do my time”
A young man stands on the edge of his porch; his left hand risen as a shield against the scorching sun. He is perusing the horizon for several minutes, but he doesn’t see anything else besides the vast fields. He has been doing this every day for the past two years, hoping that one afternoon he’d glance a familiar figure. He often imagined the emotional meeting: Matthew would be approaching his house, his head bowed, wearing his favourite white shirt with its sleeves rolled up.
He, Dominic, would run to him, but would stop and then Matthew would look at him with those eyes of indescribable colour, a serene cerulean Dominic only saw in the brightest summer afternoon. Both would have a moment of hesitancy before hugging each other tightly. Dominic was ready for this emotional meeting; ready to forget past wounds and fights.
The Sun became a weak, red disk, so Dominic returned in the house and sat beside his kitchen table, making a red mark on the calendar in front of him.
“Now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true, but oh no more”
“What is the story behind this painting, Mr. Howard?” a reporter asked and pointed to the central piece of the exhibition.
The artist, though he expected the question, was shocked and remained silent for a couple of moments. He thought that everybody must have heard the frantic beats of his heart. The rueful, grey eyes of Mr. Howard looked from the reporter to his masterpiece. He knew it by heart, the image haunted him in his dreams as well, but he still accorded it his full attention.
The painting showed a young man looking behind his shoulder with wide, innocent, blue eyes. His dark locks were glued to his forehead and he tightened his soaked, shabby coat. The landscape around him - softly undulated hills, neat houses, and trees burst into bloom - seemed idyllic, but the character wanted to escape the perfect little world.
Mr. Howard tried to suppress it, but a tear appeared in the corner of his eyes. He wiped it away before anyone could notice it.
“No special story, this is just the creation of my imagination.”
Mr. Howard told the biggest lie of his life, but no one would ever find that out.
Author:
thekeyholder (Brigi)
Beta: the wonderful
sheerpoetry
Pairing: BellDom
Rating: G/PG
Feedback: is very appreciated, so if you have time, let me know what you think. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse or Mumford and Sons, only my work. Please, don't steal!
Warning: nothing
Author's Note: First of all, big thanks to
sheerpoetry
forintroducing me the fantastic band that is Mumford and Sons. I love their songs and decided to write a drabble for each one from the 'Sigh No More' album. This is a "get well soon" present for
erasedjanna! *hugs* I promise that #7 will surely become a one-off eventually (I'm a sucker for teen!muse xD) and maybe even #12. :)
PART 1.
Sigh No More drabbles part 2
- Little Lion Man
“Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep Little Lion Man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start”
The sixteen-year-old Matthew Bellamy woke up to a melancholic, autumnal morning. He wished he could have slept longer, but he especially wished that he wouldn’t have to go to school. Not that day, not ever. He didn’t have issues with the school itself, but with the teenagers attending it. He refused to believe that he was too weird to be anyone’s friend, but since he was the victim of the popular gang everyone else avoided him not to be associated with “Psycho Bellamy”.
Matt was a normal teenager, but the bullies realised it would be easy to make fun of his old-fashioned clothes and big glasses. The boy tried to be invisible and hastened his pace as it also started raining. He focused on the concrete and told himself ‘there are only five steps to the door’. Suddenly, he bumped into something hard: it was one of the gorillas from the bully-group.
“Well, well, look who’s had a haircut,” the ringleader’s voice sounded cold and sly.
Matt gripped his books firmly and continued staring at the ground. The cool rain fell mercilessly in the meantime.
“You look into my eyes when I’m talking to you, Bellamy!” the boy hissed, grabbed Matt’s chin, and forced him to look into his cruel grey eyes.
“Leave me alone, Howard! Aren’t there any chicks left for you to pick up?”
Matthew looked for the first time without fear into Dominic Howard’s eyes and the blonde was astonished by the fire burning in the blue orbs.
“Bitch!” Dominic yelled and slapped Matt so hard that the fragile boy fell in a puddle of mud; the books scattered around him and a cracking sound signalled that Matt’s glasses broke.
Tears started flowing on the shocked boy’s face. He started collecting his belongings while the gorillas ran away. However, something paralysed Dominic and he watched with his mouth open as Matthew was searching for his glasses, trying at the same time to calm his sobbing and panic. The blonde boy kneeled in the mud and handed Matt the glasses. The poor boy wanted to thank his helper, but when he saw who it was his anger doubled.
“I’m so sorry,” Dominic mumbled and gulped when Matt looked at him through the broken lenses, the image as distorted as Dominic’s heart, which had been growing in the wrong company.
“For God’s sake, leave me alone!” Matthew cried out and ran away as fast as he could.
- Timshel
“And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars”
Dominic Howard was an honest, resolute man in all his born days. As a child he dreamed of becoming a pilot and he made it come true with hard work. He met a pretty, clever girl just like he imagined his future wife would be a oooooooooooooooo nd a couple of months later he popped the question. They had now been married for six years and had a four-year-old boy called William. They were a happy family and Dominic loved them with his whole heart.
However, his life changed a few months ago when he met a new pilot colleague, Matthew. They made friends from the first moment; they liked the same bands and shared an interest in old movies. The long flights seemed too short beside Matthew and Dominic didn’t remember when he laughed so much. The new friend also taught him lots of interesting things and Dominic enjoyed listening to him and watching the sparks in the blue eyes.
A few days before Christmas, they were snowed in in Canada and couldn’t go home to their families. They felt depressed, so went to a bar and drank too much. They stumbled to their hotel rooms, howling with laughter, and Matt followed him into his room to continue their silly giggle-fest. In one of the silences between laughter, Dominic leaned in and kissed Matthew who grabbed his collar and brought him closer.
The next morning Dominic thought that he’d wake up with a migraine in an empty bed, but upon discovering Matt snuggled up to him, he hugged the man tightly. They lay in bed all day and tried to cure their headaches with sweet kisses. Dominic spent the best Christmas in his life with Matthew and he’d never received such a beautiful present as his friend’s love. He somehow forgot that he had a perfect life at home…
He didn’t know what to do. Everyone would despise him if he left his wife and son for Matthew. On the other hand, he would hate himself for the rest of his life if he didn’t give Matt the infinite love he was capable of. Decisions, decisions…
- Thistle &Weeds
“I’m on my knees and the water creeps to my chest”
He woke up with tears streaming down his face. He had the same nightmare that had been torturing him for months. Matthew and he were walking hand in hand in a swamp as the fog was slowly rising. Then Matthew turned and told him: “Wait here, my dear. I’ll be back soon.”
A fleeting kiss pressed to Dominic’s forehead and he was gone, the thick fog quickly enveloping him. Everything turned dark and scary, and Dominic always woke up shaking and crying.
It was six in the morning, but Dominic needed some fresh air. The streets were filled with people hurrying to work; their mundane problems written on their face. Dominic couldn’t understand how the world could still be the same after his great loss. If the city was to reflect the way he felt, it would turn into a desert only scarcely covered by thistle and weeds. An unceasing storm would paint the sky and in the end Dominic would drown himself in the lake which was formed by his tears…
- Awake My Soul
“Lend me your eyes, I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep totally free”
My parents have just sent me away from the house I grew up in with only a small piece of luggage and stated that I’m not their son any more. The reason: I confessed that I’m gay. It wasn’t easy, but it was the most relieving realisation I’ve ever had, thanks to Mr. Bellamy, my music teacher. I didn’t really know where to go, so I pull my luggage in the pouring rain in the direction of his house.
When he opens the door, I can see in his eyes, through the veil of shock, that he recognises his young self in my miserable state. The warmth of his welcome makes me giddy. Although he hasn’t even touched me, I feel a strong bond between us. It’s as if he made my true personality come to life…I know he’s the only one who can awake my soul. He tried before as well when he played pieces of music to subtly confess his feelings, but it’s different now.
I want it, I want him to teach me everything he knows for me to become the man I truly am deep down.
- Dust Bowl Dance
“Seal my heart and break my pride
I’ve nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body my mind
To face what I’ve done, and do my time”
A young man stands on the edge of his porch; his left hand risen as a shield against the scorching sun. He is perusing the horizon for several minutes, but he doesn’t see anything else besides the vast fields. He has been doing this every day for the past two years, hoping that one afternoon he’d glance a familiar figure. He often imagined the emotional meeting: Matthew would be approaching his house, his head bowed, wearing his favourite white shirt with its sleeves rolled up.
He, Dominic, would run to him, but would stop and then Matthew would look at him with those eyes of indescribable colour, a serene cerulean Dominic only saw in the brightest summer afternoon. Both would have a moment of hesitancy before hugging each other tightly. Dominic was ready for this emotional meeting; ready to forget past wounds and fights.
The Sun became a weak, red disk, so Dominic returned in the house and sat beside his kitchen table, making a red mark on the calendar in front of him.
- After The Storm
“Now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true, but oh no more”
“What is the story behind this painting, Mr. Howard?” a reporter asked and pointed to the central piece of the exhibition.
The artist, though he expected the question, was shocked and remained silent for a couple of moments. He thought that everybody must have heard the frantic beats of his heart. The rueful, grey eyes of Mr. Howard looked from the reporter to his masterpiece. He knew it by heart, the image haunted him in his dreams as well, but he still accorded it his full attention.
The painting showed a young man looking behind his shoulder with wide, innocent, blue eyes. His dark locks were glued to his forehead and he tightened his soaked, shabby coat. The landscape around him - softly undulated hills, neat houses, and trees burst into bloom - seemed idyllic, but the character wanted to escape the perfect little world.
Mr. Howard tried to suppress it, but a tear appeared in the corner of his eyes. He wiped it away before anyone could notice it.
“No special story, this is just the creation of my imagination.”
Mr. Howard told the biggest lie of his life, but no one would ever find that out.