Detention, Depths of the Castle, Tuesday

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Another bright, shining, and pink day had begun for the prisoners guests being held in detention, and while the morning started off the same as the day before, there was a strange sort of feeling in the air once people began waking up. A kind of... musical feeling, in fact.

Umbridge might have taken over the island, but the island still had a mind of her own, thank you very much.

[No, the barriers of detention cannot save you from Once More With Fandom Day! The OCD is up, so have at it!]

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Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[cursednotbroken.livejournal.com]

Jack leaned forward while still staying clear of Emma, set his face into stone. "Pity," he said, "that there won't be rain in here. Perhaps you could have them turn on the sprinklers."

He was getting overwhelmed by loving her and hating her and singing at her and wanting her to go and wanting her to stay forever and now there was Prince and -- it was a situation that demanded sarcasm.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[cold_hard_heart]

Well wasn't that warm between sweethearts? And Emma decided she'd had enough for today. Enough of trying to help him, help the rest of them that were unwilling to help themselves. At least Rinoa had the sense, still, to listen to Emma and stop raging against the night.

She didn't flinch or move away at his words, or at his thoughts. She just waited until he was done until she let the song tumble from her lips.

You toss in a word
I'm your villain
I see the passion emerge
I'm your villain
But serious
You're so serious
she sneered.

Well, I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/24]

[cursednotbroken.livejournal.com]

Jack looked guilty, but otherwise unimpressed.

Also like he was about to sing.

Did I disappoint you? he asked. Or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love, and you want me to go without.
Well, it's too late tonight to drag the past out into the light. We're one, but we're not the same. We get to carry each other, carry each other. One...

Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Have you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head? Did I ask too much? More than a lot? You gave me nothing, now it's all I got. We're one, but we're not the same. Well, we hurt each other, then we do it again.


He flushed when he was done. "What is this doing to us?" he asked, in his own, nonmelodic voice. "Will there be an us, when I get out?"

He wasn't even sure he wanted there to be one.