Lyrical Thursday
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comment_ficGuess what, y'all? I'm still tigriswolf and today’s Thursday! Now’s the day for poetry or lyrics or simply a song title. Just a few simple rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
Use the following format:
Supernatural, author's choice, Night of the Hunter
Highlander, Methos,
I have known them all already, known them all –
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room. (TS Eliot)
Now, if nothing new appeals, don't forget the lonely prompts.
tag = songs titles/lyrics/poems
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
Use the following format:
Supernatural, author's choice, Night of the Hunter
Highlander, Methos,
I have known them all already, known them all –
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room. (TS Eliot)
Now, if nothing new appeals, don't forget the lonely prompts.
tag = songs titles/lyrics/poems
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2/2 selkie wife, poem, warnings for marital rape
Date: 2016-06-18 05:03 am (UTC)Our king died not long after his son wedded
the dark-eyed, dark-haired woman
whose history no one knew.
Stories were told, questions were asked,
but it was said how the prince loved her so
and so it was done.
But our king died and his son,
our kind-hearted prince, ascended.
.
Remember, my dear, I am telling you only what I know.
Could she not find the skin, our queen?
Did she not try?
Had our lovely prince-turned-king threatened her into staying?
I have my own belief, of course, but I shan’t sway you.
Let me finish the tale and decide for yourself.
.
Our queen was gracious, our queen was kind,
our queen walked among the commoners with ease;
but never, it seemed, did she spend time with the nobility.
She would sit quietly beside our king during judgements, smiling.
She would speak with minstrels, with artisans—
she commissioned portraits of the ocean,
had minstrels sing all the songs of the sea they knew.
Why then, did she never visit the palace by the shore?
.
They had a daughter, then a son.
The kingdom rejoiced.
The queen smiled but the light in her eyes dimmed.
.
He was a good man, our king.
So the stories tell.
Our tale reaches it close with this:
there was a fire.
Both the prince and princess were saved.
Our king… he was found
but it was not the fire that killed him.
And our queen?
Our well-spoken and straight-spined queen?
She vanished.
.
However, whenever the prince and princess
(who were raised by their grandmother,
who became regent for the prince)
spent time at the palace at the shore
and went walking along the water,
so it is said,
a woman would come from the sea,
would walk with them and sing,
and kiss them goodbye before sinking back into the waves.
.
So tell me, my dear,
what do you believe?
History says our king was a good man.
But there are some who wish
history were told another way.
Scholars and historians debate to this day.
I’ve told you only what I know.
Re: fill on the way
Date: 2016-06-18 05:05 am (UTC)A darkish direction is fine... go where the story takes you.
Re: 2/2 selkie wife, poem, warnings for marital rape
Date: 2016-06-18 05:20 am (UTC)And I love the queen, who has had to put up with so much and yet lived through it, strong and proud, and managed to keep the casualties to a minimum while still getting her revenge and making her escape.
Thank you for this!
Re: 2/2 selkie wife, poem, warnings for marital rape
Date: 2016-06-20 12:22 am (UTC)I'm glad you like it! There's a special hate in my heart for the original selkie wife folktale, which I researched for a school project a couple years ago. This is the second time I've dealt with that by killing the husband.
Re: 2/2 selkie wife, poem, warnings for marital rape
Date: 2016-06-21 02:48 am (UTC)FILL!
Date: 2016-08-15 07:00 pm (UTC)“Sleep, Sweetheart,” Dean whispers, brushing a kiss to his brother’s forehead.
“Not without you.” Sam pouts, big eyes puppy dog sweet and sad.
Dean chuckles fondly. “I’m right behind you, darlin’. I’ll meet you in the realm of sweet dreams.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” Dean says, and he seals the deal with a loving kiss. Sam closes his eyes and the last thing he’s aware of before he drifts off is a tender kiss pressed to his forehead. True to his word, in the dream world, Dean is there wanting for Sam with a loving hug and a sweet kiss.
On the beach, away from hunting and horror, they smile brightly. Heaven exists in the crashing waves upon the rocks and the way his mind is lost in a hazy mix of pure joy and ecstasy happiness. In the sand that tickles between his toes, how he practically beams and leaning into Dean’s palm when he caress his cheeks softly.
In the way Dean lean in close and brushes soft butterfly kisses along his cheeks, making him blush as he smiles brightly while the kiss sends light waves of joy to his core. In the sea turtles they swim with and an ice-cold beer at the end of a hot summer day. Heaven surrounds Sam when he grins like a fool in love.
Everything is just too much at this point, his heart so filled with love it feels like it will beat right out of his chest. His cheeks are flushed and there is a big dimpled grin on his lips as he leans into kiss Dean, he giggles softly when his brother’s scruff tickles his skin. Here on the beach he has found Heaven, a pure love that warms his soul and brightens his heart.
♥ END ♥
RE: untitled, Castiel, AUish
Date: 2016-10-06 10:13 pm (UTC)Re: untitled, Castiel, AUish
Date: 2016-10-11 04:36 pm (UTC)Thank you!