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fey_fireTakes place after this post.
Why do you keep on hiding from me
I know how it feels to hold you and just how it ought to be
My memories burn and taunt me
Your eyes so softly haunt me
But I'll still wait patiently
If you need to be
hiding from me.
The final harmonies drifted out over the crowd, followed by cheering and applause. Outwardly the scene looked like any night that Breaker Street played at Last Call. Inwardly the band's front man was struggling to put on the performance of his life, when what he really wanted to do was scream.
When Tadhg told him what was in the latest gift from "your newest fan", he'd nearly done just that.
Her finger. The filthy bastard had taken shears to Pippa's finger and then sent it to him. Sick. Hideous. Obscene. No word in any of the three languages he knew could encompass the thoughts sending horror and rage pounding through his gut. Tadhg had refused to let him look in the box, and this time Rory hadn't pushed. Anraí had also been shaken by the now too-vivid picture of Pippa screaming his name while some cac who shared his face cut a piece of her away. And Tadhg -- he'd not seen his little brother look so grim since their mother died more than two decades ago.
But they couldn't give in to emotion, not now. Anraí wore a glamour that changed his features to something unlike himself as he moved through the crowd, searching faces and keeping a sharp eye on anyone who approached Rory or the other members of the band. Tadhg had slipped away to weave the box and its contents into his ever-narrowing search spell, but would be back before the second set. And Rory had the toughest job of all, to marshal his strength to get back on that stage and thrill the crowd, to draw their hearts and minds and belief into utter focus on him in a musical ritual that would fill him with the energy they'd need to heal Pippa's wounds.
If they found her in time.
No. No. They would find her still alive; he had to believe that or lose it completely. A flicker of energy from his ward drew his eyes to the bar's entrance to see a glamour-clad Tadhg returning from his errand. Anything? he sent back.
Nothing yet.
For the love of God, how long was this going to take? Rory started at the feel of a hand on his shoulder, looking up to find a sympathetic Junie. "Rory, are you sure you wanna do the second set? I could take it on if you'd rather head home."
"No, it's okay, a chara." The entire band cared about Pippa as more than just his girlfriend; his heart sank at the thought of the information he was keeping from them. "I can manage." He gave her hand a squeeze as he got up to return to his guitar and mike. When Breaker Street swung into "Done by the Heat", he poured every ounce of his turbulent emotions into setting the place on fire.
Why do you keep on hiding from me
I know how it feels to hold you and just how it ought to be
My memories burn and taunt me
Your eyes so softly haunt me
But I'll still wait patiently
If you need to be
hiding from me.
The final harmonies drifted out over the crowd, followed by cheering and applause. Outwardly the scene looked like any night that Breaker Street played at Last Call. Inwardly the band's front man was struggling to put on the performance of his life, when what he really wanted to do was scream.
When Tadhg told him what was in the latest gift from "your newest fan", he'd nearly done just that.
Her finger. The filthy bastard had taken shears to Pippa's finger and then sent it to him. Sick. Hideous. Obscene. No word in any of the three languages he knew could encompass the thoughts sending horror and rage pounding through his gut. Tadhg had refused to let him look in the box, and this time Rory hadn't pushed. Anraí had also been shaken by the now too-vivid picture of Pippa screaming his name while some cac who shared his face cut a piece of her away. And Tadhg -- he'd not seen his little brother look so grim since their mother died more than two decades ago.
But they couldn't give in to emotion, not now. Anraí wore a glamour that changed his features to something unlike himself as he moved through the crowd, searching faces and keeping a sharp eye on anyone who approached Rory or the other members of the band. Tadhg had slipped away to weave the box and its contents into his ever-narrowing search spell, but would be back before the second set. And Rory had the toughest job of all, to marshal his strength to get back on that stage and thrill the crowd, to draw their hearts and minds and belief into utter focus on him in a musical ritual that would fill him with the energy they'd need to heal Pippa's wounds.
If they found her in time.
No. No. They would find her still alive; he had to believe that or lose it completely. A flicker of energy from his ward drew his eyes to the bar's entrance to see a glamour-clad Tadhg returning from his errand. Anything? he sent back.
Nothing yet.
For the love of God, how long was this going to take? Rory started at the feel of a hand on his shoulder, looking up to find a sympathetic Junie. "Rory, are you sure you wanna do the second set? I could take it on if you'd rather head home."
"No, it's okay, a chara." The entire band cared about Pippa as more than just his girlfriend; his heart sank at the thought of the information he was keeping from them. "I can manage." He gave her hand a squeeze as he got up to return to his guitar and mike. When Breaker Street swung into "Done by the Heat", he poured every ounce of his turbulent emotions into setting the place on fire.
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Date: 2008-08-30 08:27 am (UTC)He definitely chose the right song to ask for. Larch used the moments of chaos to start mingling through the crowd, meandering back towards the exit. He'd seen what he wanted.
Stone broken.