Week Three Prompt: One Song, Glory
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riotheclownPrompt: One song, glory
Title: Lord and Lady
Word Count: 700
Warnings: ? G.P. maybe
Author: Urb-banal
Lord and Lady
Lady fell in love with Steven.
Being in love was like nothing she had ever known.
When he said her name it was like a flock of birds was spooked, something lifted out of her and took flight.. It was a sound of some unnamed hope that shot out of her, reached the limits of the known and pierced the skin of the impossible, flew back and hit her with the force of a meteor and left her standing in front of him babbling and blushing.
Being in love was the sound of his footsteps approaching the door; the welcome space she’d make for him in the bed beside her, (she would be waiting for him); the chill pocketed in his clothes as it merged with the humidity of her own naked body; the effort that made them both laugh, to have all of his clothes off without him having to leave the bed.
He’d give up the ridiculous and sit on the edge of the bed to undress. She'd watch him. She loved watching him.
This wasn't the same as just being a girlfriend. That was something you talked about endlessly. Being in love was something she wanted to covet and shield from pettiness, certainly not something she would allow to be hurt by the scathing observances of her father. So she kept it secret even from him.
It was sometimes lonely and desperate in a way she had never known before. She would drive herself crazy at times worrying. Where was he when he was not with her? How could he leave her alone for so long? Had he found someone else?
He told her he didn't believe she was in love with him. He was too old for her, it would never work. But she knew he was really telling her that he didn't feel the same way. It made her sad but he wasn't the type of man to tell a lie about something like that and so it made her love him more. She still believed she would make him love her. How could she not when it was only the next piece of her plan and things had gone so well.
She was the girlfriend of the CEO of Guildwood Pharmacuetics. Lord Stephen Guildwood infact. She giggled at being "Lord and Lady".
Before long he moved her to a job working in the lab, far from the toxic dangers of the factory floor. In truth she didn't like it much. They had animals that were used for testing, but Steven said he had put an end to human testing. There were always plenty of applicants, the desperation of so many people lead them to it, but he felt it was wrong. Still, she did like caring for the animals, especially the babies. She had a natural ability with them, she could calm the most frightened and she felt that was worth something even in their short and difficult lives.
She would stay at home with her dad several nights a week and leave for work as usual every morning just to quell the speculations. Being a "girlfriend" was largely accepted in the community, but she had to keep her head, not fall in love, and definitely not fall for the man who sat on the throne, public opinion didn't favour trying to become one of them.
Her dad Harry knew something was up but he didn't pester her too much. When a delivery came, right to their door, of a whole case of whiskey with the Bell's label on the bottles, an impossibly rare and valuable gift, he wept.
She didn't like his song that night at all, so full of despair when she was full of joy. He wasn't even drunk when he sang it. He stood in the back yard and sang for all to hear:
One song, glory.
One song before I go.
Glory, one song to leave behind.
Find one song, one last refrain,
Glory, from the pretty boy front man,
Who wasted opportunity.
One song, he had the world at his feet,
Glory, in the eyes of a young girl,
A young girl.
Find glory,
Beyond the cheap colored lights,
One song, before the sun sets,
Glory, on another empty life.
Time flies, time dies!
Glory, one blaze of glory,
One blaze of glory, glory.
Find glory in a song that rings truth,
Truth like a blazing fire, an eternal flame.
Find, one song, a song about love,
Glory, from the soul of a young man,
A young man.
Find the one song,
Before the virus takes hold,
Glory, like a sunset,
One song to redeem this empty life.
Time flies,
And then no need to endure anymore,
Time dies...
As I have said, this is a newly written bridge in a long story I have been working on forever. It was originally part of a piece I wrote called "What falling in love is like" but I reworked it several times. If you think you recognize it is because it was here.
Title: Lord and Lady
Word Count: 700
Warnings: ? G.P. maybe
Author: Urb-banal
Lord and Lady
Lady fell in love with Steven.
Being in love was like nothing she had ever known.
When he said her name it was like a flock of birds was spooked, something lifted out of her and took flight.. It was a sound of some unnamed hope that shot out of her, reached the limits of the known and pierced the skin of the impossible, flew back and hit her with the force of a meteor and left her standing in front of him babbling and blushing.
Being in love was the sound of his footsteps approaching the door; the welcome space she’d make for him in the bed beside her, (she would be waiting for him); the chill pocketed in his clothes as it merged with the humidity of her own naked body; the effort that made them both laugh, to have all of his clothes off without him having to leave the bed.
He’d give up the ridiculous and sit on the edge of the bed to undress. She'd watch him. She loved watching him.
This wasn't the same as just being a girlfriend. That was something you talked about endlessly. Being in love was something she wanted to covet and shield from pettiness, certainly not something she would allow to be hurt by the scathing observances of her father. So she kept it secret even from him.
It was sometimes lonely and desperate in a way she had never known before. She would drive herself crazy at times worrying. Where was he when he was not with her? How could he leave her alone for so long? Had he found someone else?
He told her he didn't believe she was in love with him. He was too old for her, it would never work. But she knew he was really telling her that he didn't feel the same way. It made her sad but he wasn't the type of man to tell a lie about something like that and so it made her love him more. She still believed she would make him love her. How could she not when it was only the next piece of her plan and things had gone so well.
She was the girlfriend of the CEO of Guildwood Pharmacuetics. Lord Stephen Guildwood infact. She giggled at being "Lord and Lady".
Before long he moved her to a job working in the lab, far from the toxic dangers of the factory floor. In truth she didn't like it much. They had animals that were used for testing, but Steven said he had put an end to human testing. There were always plenty of applicants, the desperation of so many people lead them to it, but he felt it was wrong. Still, she did like caring for the animals, especially the babies. She had a natural ability with them, she could calm the most frightened and she felt that was worth something even in their short and difficult lives.
She would stay at home with her dad several nights a week and leave for work as usual every morning just to quell the speculations. Being a "girlfriend" was largely accepted in the community, but she had to keep her head, not fall in love, and definitely not fall for the man who sat on the throne, public opinion didn't favour trying to become one of them.
Her dad Harry knew something was up but he didn't pester her too much. When a delivery came, right to their door, of a whole case of whiskey with the Bell's label on the bottles, an impossibly rare and valuable gift, he wept.
She didn't like his song that night at all, so full of despair when she was full of joy. He wasn't even drunk when he sang it. He stood in the back yard and sang for all to hear:
One song, glory.
One song before I go.
Glory, one song to leave behind.
Find one song, one last refrain,
Glory, from the pretty boy front man,
Who wasted opportunity.
One song, he had the world at his feet,
Glory, in the eyes of a young girl,
A young girl.
Find glory,
Beyond the cheap colored lights,
One song, before the sun sets,
Glory, on another empty life.
Time flies, time dies!
Glory, one blaze of glory,
One blaze of glory, glory.
Find glory in a song that rings truth,
Truth like a blazing fire, an eternal flame.
Find, one song, a song about love,
Glory, from the soul of a young man,
A young man.
Find the one song,
Before the virus takes hold,
Glory, like a sunset,
One song to redeem this empty life.
Time flies,
And then no need to endure anymore,
Time dies...
As I have said, this is a newly written bridge in a long story I have been working on forever. It was originally part of a piece I wrote called "What falling in love is like" but I reworked it several times. If you think you recognize it is because it was here.
