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commotiocordis) wrote2006-01-24 01:00 am
commotiocordis) wrote2006-01-24 01:00 am
Entry tags:
Firelight (CrashCart9, Chenzel, G)
Firelight
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Rating: G
Pairing: Chenzel (RPS)
Notes: Angsty fic, written for my adorably slashy little sister who agreed with me when I said that it sounded like Cheno was singing about Elphaba when I made her listen to Cheno's cover of “Witchy Woman” and in honor of Kristin Chenoweth's (and, a day belated, my) half birthday. 200 words including the song line.
1/24/2005
Sometimes, late at night when she can’t sleep, she curls up by the fire in her living room. She grabs her iPod on the way, skipping through until she finds the tracks she wants. She navigates the mess of songs until she finds the only section organized by artist, somewhat hidden among the randomness.
Most of those songs make her cry. So she does, lips forming the words as tears stream down her face. She knows them all by heart. Because she does this far too often.
He found her once, having woken up and seen that she wasn’t in their bed. She made something up about PMS, or a headache, or both.
She thinks he knows what she’s really doing, and simply loves her too much to comment. She hates him for that.
The next one is her favorite. An upbeat, sultry remake of an old song.
She hates herself for loving it. She hates having to pretend that the blonde’s singing doesn’t make her stomach clench and warmness rush through her body.
She hates how she wants to believe the song is about her.
“She held me spellbound in the night/ dancing shadows and firelight.”
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Rating: G
Pairing: Chenzel (RPS)
Notes: Angsty fic, written for my adorably slashy little sister who agreed with me when I said that it sounded like Cheno was singing about Elphaba when I made her listen to Cheno's cover of “Witchy Woman” and in honor of Kristin Chenoweth's (and, a day belated, my) half birthday. 200 words including the song line.
1/24/2005
Sometimes, late at night when she can’t sleep, she curls up by the fire in her living room. She grabs her iPod on the way, skipping through until she finds the tracks she wants. She navigates the mess of songs until she finds the only section organized by artist, somewhat hidden among the randomness.
Most of those songs make her cry. So she does, lips forming the words as tears stream down her face. She knows them all by heart. Because she does this far too often.
He found her once, having woken up and seen that she wasn’t in their bed. She made something up about PMS, or a headache, or both.
She thinks he knows what she’s really doing, and simply loves her too much to comment. She hates him for that.
The next one is her favorite. An upbeat, sultry remake of an old song.
She hates herself for loving it. She hates having to pretend that the blonde’s singing doesn’t make her stomach clench and warmness rush through her body.
She hates how she wants to believe the song is about her.
“She held me spellbound in the night/ dancing shadows and firelight.”