{Rosethorn} Reflections- A mashup
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wayfarers_lodgeOOC- I'm doing a wanky bit of experimentation- splicing two songs into the one post. I'm not sure how it's going to read, because the two songs are entirely different styles. The two songs are Another World by Beborn Beton and Stand In The Rain by Superchick (which I have to throw props to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_madb for showing me, it's so awesome, I may have to use it again).
IC
She never slows down.
She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down.
She won't turn around
The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down...
Rosethorn sighed as she worked in her garden. It wasn't easy to step away from the people who needed her- at least, she thought they needed her, a small voice of reason, a contrary statement, the eternal questioning conscience. In a fit of pique, she'd thrown the international list away (along with several broken keyboards), and felt better for it.
It didn't stop her worrying about them, though- that she might miss an important moment, the death of a friend, a cry for help that only someone like her would understand.
So stand in the rain, stand your ground, stand up when it's all crashing down.
You stand through the pain, you won't drown, and one day, what's lost can be found,
So stand in the rain...
The love she felt for these people was beginning to frighten her- it had been nearly three years since she'd been dragged into Mage society, kicking and screaming, and now she was worried that they needed her, to the point of damage to her own health. Rosie wondered briefly at the legacy of love and forgiveness that Levi, Jolene and a thousand other people had shown her- Rosethorn of three years ago wouldn't have hesitated to fly over to America and kick the ass of some punk Libertine that disparaged her.
She had told people that she wasn't patient, and it was true- but not for the reasons that she initially thought. She was tired of waiting for people to give her a reason to forgive them, tired of waiting for the proof that people were worth fighting for, worth dying for day by day.
There is no use in dying when still I seem to be undone,
There is no use in trying to find again the love of someone.
Where have I gone and come so far? Well, I've been headed nowhere
I have been walking quite a while alone, feeling lonesome...
Rosethorn considered her interactions with the Mages nationally as she carefully pressed soil in around the spring bulbs. She'd already forgiven Jack for his dickery- he was showing that he could grow, it was up to other people now to notice, rather than seeing him through troll-coloured glasses. She'd been genuinely surprised when Gaijin stopped answering, although she realised now that she really shouldn't be, and didn't hold it against him. She even wanted to forgive Mathrias, who had outright snubbed her offers of support, and was straying dangerously close to the ways of the Mad.
It was hard, lonely, and painfully frustrating. Darcy was coming to understand, but it was still something he regarded strangely. Crane, while more zen these days, would never quite know the aching desire to forgive, to believe in people, and the indignant anger that accompanied every blow to that belief.
Don't you worry, they won't find my body
I want you to know I found peace in another world.
Don't keep digging, I want you to leave-
Back away from the place where my ashes are buried...
She knew that one day her belief in people would kill her, whether through their stupidity or a broken heart. It had already come close to doing so on numerous occasions. Then there was the drinking- it had been killing her, too, although she'd never admit it to anyone, and in order to give the piss away, she had to pull away and stop herself, instead of waiting for someone else to help her. She just hoped that someone else (other than Crane- he knew her too well) would understand how much this was tearing her apart, and why she had to stand still and let the waves finish breaking.
She won't make a sound
Alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down
She wants to be found
The only way out is through everything she's running from wants to give up and lie down...
Of course, Fiacre had promised her he would let her stay next time. Then she wouldn't have to worry anymore. But there was still worrying to do, after her break- people to remember, stupidity to shake her head at, lessons to scream from the rooftops in the hopes that someone would take something away from her words. She owed that much to the people that had taught her, and to those who had died before their time, or in battles they should never have know.
I still can hear your breathing, as if you'd never gone away.
I still can feel your touch, your tenderness, as if you were still there.
There is no sense in crying- only liquid running from my eyes,
And all the feelings I restrain are the remainders that survived...
Rosethorn paused, wiping the sweat from her brow and looking over her garden, smiling at the promise of the green to come. She had written to Packetrat, bless him, that she would be back once she stopped frightening herself. It would take a while to make the voices stop, and to still the irrational urge to water the ground with the blood of the stupid, but she had every faith that she could and would do it. She just needed some time to herself.
So stand in the rain, stand your ground (don't you worry)
Stand up when it's all crashing down
Don't keep digging, I want you to leave,
And one day, what's lost can be found (they won't find my body)...
Rosethorn's stomach growled, and she nodded to herself, satisfied with her reflections and work alike. Today was a good day, she mused as she tidied her tools away in preparation for lunch- hopefully the first of many.
miss_madb for showing me, it's so awesome, I may have to use it again).She never slows down.
She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down.
She won't turn around
The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down...
Rosethorn sighed as she worked in her garden. It wasn't easy to step away from the people who needed her- at least, she thought they needed her, a small voice of reason, a contrary statement, the eternal questioning conscience. In a fit of pique, she'd thrown the international list away (along with several broken keyboards), and felt better for it.
It didn't stop her worrying about them, though- that she might miss an important moment, the death of a friend, a cry for help that only someone like her would understand.
You stand through the pain, you won't drown, and one day, what's lost can be found,
So stand in the rain...
The love she felt for these people was beginning to frighten her- it had been nearly three years since she'd been dragged into Mage society, kicking and screaming, and now she was worried that they needed her, to the point of damage to her own health. Rosie wondered briefly at the legacy of love and forgiveness that Levi, Jolene and a thousand other people had shown her- Rosethorn of three years ago wouldn't have hesitated to fly over to America and kick the ass of some punk Libertine that disparaged her.
She had told people that she wasn't patient, and it was true- but not for the reasons that she initially thought. She was tired of waiting for people to give her a reason to forgive them, tired of waiting for the proof that people were worth fighting for, worth dying for day by day.
There is no use in trying to find again the love of someone.
Where have I gone and come so far? Well, I've been headed nowhere
I have been walking quite a while alone, feeling lonesome...
Rosethorn considered her interactions with the Mages nationally as she carefully pressed soil in around the spring bulbs. She'd already forgiven Jack for his dickery- he was showing that he could grow, it was up to other people now to notice, rather than seeing him through troll-coloured glasses. She'd been genuinely surprised when Gaijin stopped answering, although she realised now that she really shouldn't be, and didn't hold it against him. She even wanted to forgive Mathrias, who had outright snubbed her offers of support, and was straying dangerously close to the ways of the Mad.
It was hard, lonely, and painfully frustrating. Darcy was coming to understand, but it was still something he regarded strangely. Crane, while more zen these days, would never quite know the aching desire to forgive, to believe in people, and the indignant anger that accompanied every blow to that belief.
I want you to know I found peace in another world.
Don't keep digging, I want you to leave-
Back away from the place where my ashes are buried...
She knew that one day her belief in people would kill her, whether through their stupidity or a broken heart. It had already come close to doing so on numerous occasions. Then there was the drinking- it had been killing her, too, although she'd never admit it to anyone, and in order to give the piss away, she had to pull away and stop herself, instead of waiting for someone else to help her. She just hoped that someone else (other than Crane- he knew her too well) would understand how much this was tearing her apart, and why she had to stand still and let the waves finish breaking.
Alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down
She wants to be found
The only way out is through everything she's running from wants to give up and lie down...
Of course, Fiacre had promised her he would let her stay next time. Then she wouldn't have to worry anymore. But there was still worrying to do, after her break- people to remember, stupidity to shake her head at, lessons to scream from the rooftops in the hopes that someone would take something away from her words. She owed that much to the people that had taught her, and to those who had died before their time, or in battles they should never have know.
I still can feel your touch, your tenderness, as if you were still there.
There is no sense in crying- only liquid running from my eyes,
And all the feelings I restrain are the remainders that survived...
Rosethorn paused, wiping the sweat from her brow and looking over her garden, smiling at the promise of the green to come. She had written to Packetrat, bless him, that she would be back once she stopped frightening herself. It would take a while to make the voices stop, and to still the irrational urge to water the ground with the blood of the stupid, but she had every faith that she could and would do it. She just needed some time to herself.
Stand up when it's all crashing down
Don't keep digging, I want you to leave,
And one day, what's lost can be found (they won't find my body)...
Rosethorn's stomach growled, and she nodded to herself, satisfied with her reflections and work alike. Today was a good day, she mused as she tidied her tools away in preparation for lunch- hopefully the first of many.
