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| Lord Dayton of Hashville | May 7 2009, 04:12 PM |
A Song Always Brings Me Back To You
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! ditto to welsh! agh! and *wails* and now, my turn to flail!! ...he'd been him, Iorwerth, her Iolo; because she'd loved him and, for all it made her hate him more, still did. Because loving him made her hate only more desperate, that he had said what he had and that she still loved him after, that it had scared and hurt her, knowing that he would never love her back * The trouble was tht now he could see the dawn, but she could not. She was still stuck in the dim darkness, shivering in a night with no one to draw her out of it but herself. It was his fault, but again, he didn't have the right to wallow in self-pity, to ask her to be happy for his sake. She had Tangwystl, she had her work, and she had herself. She wasn't a shining star any more, and he wasn't sure any punishment or atonement would ever put that sparkle back in her eyes. Maybe time would. Maybe. He hoped so. * or all the things that had passed between them, though he'd meant the initial outburst for their Angharad and not herself, in the end she was not the one he'd gone looking for. It confirmed so much; it choked her breathing as it did, but at least she had her truth, and had one less hopeless dream to keep her from the only one worth fighting for. * And, because, she knew, knew if she said now instead of later that would be another moment less she'd have to spend here; one less second for stone-faced and sombre-toned pleasantries, one second closer to that point along the road North, alone and sheltered and safe in her own company, when she could crumble freely, and not be afraid to do so. Seren& Iolo- before the worst AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH |
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