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Love Songs... Are overrated
Hey y'all.

So... yeah. My stay at Ft. Benning, GA was extended. More details on that in a later post... Sophie's probably posted all about it in her journal or myspace tho. ANYWAYS.

So. I was listening to this clippit of a song on my friend's voicemail outro... heard the full song on the radio, then found the artist and music video on YouTube c/o my buddy-buddy Kailei. Linky for said inspiration.

That's right, I said inspiration. After long last, a new short story from Kai!

Enjoy.

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He was young. He held in his hands something old. Seven generations of fingers had strummed the strings he cradled in his lap, looking at the blank sheet in front of him. Try as he could no notes would come. He was starting to give up, when a familiar warmth caressed his shoulder. He reached up and gently grabbed the faintly glowing hand resting there.

"Trying to write without me, love?" She said, sitting down behind him and wrapping her arms down his, her wings surrounding them both as stray bits of down fluttered about like snow. The creamy tint of her wings shone with the stars, yet not a splash of it touched the roofing around them. "What's the project now?"

"I want to write her a love song... one that lets her know how I feel." He looked out across the tops of the adjacent buildings, his eyes finding that one attic window light that was always on right now, watching as it clicked off like clockwork. "One that would keep her from leaving."

"If all you have is leaving," She tapped her fingers across his, laying her head on his shoulder, looking side-by-side at the old guitar and the blank sheets. "I'm gonna need a better reason to write you a love song..." She glanced up at the full, shining moon. It's beauty could almost be inspiring. "...today."

His hands dropped from the guitar and he fell back, right through his muse. She stood up and walked around the edge of the small rooftop balcony, 'balancing' on the edge. "She's leaving tomorrow, though."

"I know." She stopped, looking deep at that darkened attic window. She saw the girl within, laying in her bed, a packed trunk the only other piece of furniture in her room. She mused at what it would be like to have a physical body again. "But I can't help you on this one... not unless you can come up with a better reason."

"Jealous?" He raised his head just off the roof. She whirled on him, her wings fluttering in a breeze that never kissed anything around her, not even the leaves of the fig tree she'd been 'leaning' on. Her face flashed with something almost like anger. "So you are."

"You can't even get your head around it can you! You don't need to write her a song, you don't need to do anything!" She stomped silently across the roof and stepped right into his chest, standing over him with frustration in her eyes. "I've been gone a whole year! When are you going to get past that block in your head?!?"

They both grew silent, turning their eyes from each other. Her voice rang in his ears, but not a soul aside could hear it. "That block in my head is you, Nikki. I don't know if my feelings for her are actually for her... or if they're just leftovers for you." He looked aside, staring across the rooftops in the other direction, out toward the city wall. He kicked the sheets away, letting the wind take them wherever. "Love songs are overrated anyways." He got up and stepped toward the open hatchway down into the crawlspace above his room. "I need to sleep... If even my muse can't help me write there's no hope at all."

The angelic figure stood at the precipice of the old building as he descended. He laid his head on his pillow almost instantly falling asleep, and as he did she started to fade. She looked back out over the rooftops and caught sight of the sheets of music floating around... She blew them a gentle kiss as she disappeared. "Let the winds be good to you... I'm sorry I couldn't help you, little sister."

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She woke to the sound of clacking shutters. As she went to close her window she caught sight of dust devils across town. A windstorm was moving in. She shrugged and locked the shutters, window, and then pulling the curtains shut for the last time... Never again did she intend to be in that room.

She turned back toward her bed, and caught a glimpse of something white on the floor. She scooped up the sheet of paper and looked it over... There were only two words written on it. She recognized the handwriting and smiled softly to herself. "I think... I think I may need to stay a little longer." She put the paper down on her bed and proceeded to delve into her trunk for a sun dress.

The two words at the top of the page were 'Love Song'.






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Desert--Mirage
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commentCommented on: Tue Apr 29, 2008 @ 05:04am
Ah my, sweet but not sickeningly so. It strangely does justice to not only the song but to you as well.


commentCommented on: Tue Apr 29, 2008 @ 05:14am
awww hehe its cute.



PrincessSophia
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Alarmingly Charming
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commentCommented on: Tue Apr 29, 2008 @ 08:41pm
I wonder...what was the whole inspiration of this story..?

But sweet, it is so. Ron, I wish I could write like you. To be able to easily say the feelings you feel in a story..that'd be nice.


commentCommented on: Tue Apr 29, 2008 @ 11:26pm
I want to hug it, but physically I can't do that without looking weird by hugging my computer.. so i'll refrain from doing so...

It's lovely, he couldn't write it, but she got it anyway. Love makes beauty Kaisey. ^_^



ItsKaileikehiLoves
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Zero Tiadahlo
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commentCommented on: Wed Apr 30, 2008 @ 11:04pm
[where are we? what the hell is going on? the dust has only just began to fall. crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
spin me around again and rub my eyes, this can't be happening, when busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy.
]

      I think it's a cool idea to take songs and write stories about a scene in your head. JEALOUSY REIGNS RON.

      Like the story. *Sends you more songs.*


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