2-Oct-2001
"In The Pale Moonlight"
Part 4 Side-story: Songfic: "Foolish Games” by Jewel
Andrea Readwolf,
~See Part 4 Disclaimer for Details~
You took your coat off and stood in the rain.
You were always crazy like that
"Milliard, come join me!" the older young man called out to the lanky blond who stood under the archway, looking out at him.
"You’re crazy!" the other called back, laughing at the ginger haired man who was standing, arms open to embrace the crying sky.
I watched from my window
Always felt I was outside looking in on you
She pulled away from the second story window, letting the curtains fall back into place, and went to get a warm cup of tea along with some warm, dry clothes for both.
You were always the mysterious one
With dark eyes and careless hair
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
"Would you like to wear your blue uniform today, Master Treize?" she asked, opening his wardrobe.
"No, thank you, Lady," he answered, coming up behind her. He smiled at her and she felt like his eyes could penetrate into her very soul. A wisp of ginger-darkened hair fell against his forehead and he gently brushed her aside. "I can dress myself. You are dismissed."
Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather
She looked up startled, staring at the reflection of the man standing in the doorway behind her in her dressing mirror.
"Is there something I can help you with, Master Treize?" she asked, knowing her voice was tinged with eager, hopeful breathlessness.
He continued to stare for a moment, before commenting. "I think there will be a storm soon, Lady."
Well in case you failed to notice
In case you failed to see
This is my heart bleeding before you
This is me down on my knees
She smiled, despite, or perhaps because of, the pain ripping through her chest. She fell to her knees, staring at him, the great fool. He thought he had won. The blood began soaking through her flight suit; dizziness swept over her; she fell.
And these foolish games are tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You’re breaking my heartYou were always brilliant in the morning
Smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee
He stood standing in front of the large estate window in his dark pants and light-skinned shirt. The morning sun glinted off the windowpanes and caught the radiant highlights of his ginger hair.
"Today is going to be a good day for us, Lady," he told her.
"Yes, Master Treize."
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you
You loved Mozart and you’d speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar
"Theophilas didn’t know what he was doing!" he argued. "Now, Monet, on the other hand—"
"Monet is an ancient fool whose art should be buried," the other younger man replied.
"*This* from a man who thinks Baroque is for fools."
"Now, I never said that, Treize. There you go putting words in my mouth, again."
Treize walked over to the sound system. "Mozart?"
"Are you going to challenge me to another duel if I suggest Beethoven?" the blond man asked, grinning.
"Probably."
"Mozart it is, then."
You’d teach me of honest things
Things that were daring, thing that were clean
Thing that knew what an honest dollar did mean
"I envy those men," he mentioned casually as their transportation moved through the countryside.
She looked out the window to see what he was talking about, and frowned. "They are field hands, Master Treize."
"Ah, yes, and around them the whole world revolves." He smiled. "Everyday, they come out to these fields and tend to them. Every night, they return home to their families. Their labor feeds the world, Lady. They are not rich. They do not drive fancy vehicles. They are simple people who understand what it means to be happy."
She continued to frown, but looked back out the window at the people in the field.
So I hid my soiled hands behind my back
Somewhere along the line I must’ve gone off track with you
Excuse me, think I’ve mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody you gave a damn
Somebody more like myself
"Be more gentle, Lady."
And these foolish games are tearing me apart
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
You’re breaking my heartYou took your coat off and stood in the rain
You were always like that.
As the last notes gave way to silence, everyone in the darkened room stared up at the woman on the rickety stage simply sitting there on the stool, the deadened microphone resting in her lap. All at once, the room erupted into catcalls and applause. Sally worked her way up to the stage, Noin somewhere behind her, anxious to reach Anne. Gripping her around the arm and pulling her off the stage, down into the throes of the crowd, she shouted to the other woman, "Damn, Anne! I didn’t know you could sing like that!"
Une made no reply as they made their way back to their table for another drink.
The End
Andrea Readwolf
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