the light behind her eyes

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison never uses an instrument on stage. He has the band of that, and he moves around too fucking much to be responsible for remembering to do more than sing. But at the moment he's in the park, sitting on a bench with an acoustic guitar, just sort of strumming away as he decides what he wants to do.

He owes her a concert, he knows that. A farewell. His girl is out there, somewhere, and she's fighting again, and surviving, and she deserves to be remembered for everything she was here. As he plays, he misses her like an ache. He sings, for her, for all of them.

"Be strong and hold my hand. Time, it comes for us, you’ll understand. We’ll say goodbye today, and I'm sorry how it ends this way. If you promise not to cry, then I’ll tell you just what I would say if I could be with you tonight, I would sing you to sleep. Never let them take the light behind your eyes. I’ll fail and lose this fight - never fade in the dark. Just remember you will always burn as bright."

He remembers how her little hands felt in his when she was a toddler, and he remembers how small she still was when she was all grown up. But she was so big inside - she is so big inside - that he knows she'll be alright.


The Song

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[noldorinqueen]

There is never a lack of noise in Darrow, not at all. If one took the time to go far enough outside the central area, it got quieter, but the forests are more solitary than Galadriel would prefer.

So when she walks through the park this day, as is a habit now - it is the quietest and greenest place that remains in close proximity to everything else - it is with quite a bit of joy that she stops to listen to a song. A sad one, but not altogether dark. As the final notes die away and the singer, who appears rather oddly dressed, but no less so than most of the town, grows quiet again, she walks over.

"Do you sing for anyone in particular? It sounds rather heartfelt, and in this matter, I have some experience. There are many for whom I have sung similar tunes. Alas that long years means long laments!"