Author's note: I did this at 2:30 in the morning, it's the whole Dryden/Millerna/Allen thing in a song fic. Please review this! It's my first some fic. ^.~
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne or the song 'Creep' by Radiohead. Don't sue me, I got nothing.
Creep
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
Dryden Fassa merchant and king of Astoria. He watches the beautiful princess Millerna. She wanders through the garden like a beautiful white dove. She is so pure so innocent. Each strand of hair is like ivory thread. Worth so much she's priceless. That how he thought of everything. It had to have a money value. Her blue eyes like pools of summer sky. She is so beautiful, so perfect.
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
The way she moves the way she speaks, her beautiful smile, her charming laugh. If she lives here surrounded by beautiful things and people why is she so sad looking? He could fill everything around her with the beautiful things of Gaea, he would too if she would notice him. This feeling in him was not an attraction he felt to beautiful women or priceless artifacts. He had never felt this way about anyone. Why was she so special? What made her different?
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
Dryden walks back into the palace. He finds himself wandering through the great halls. Everything is made for beautiful people like her. She is not happy with him. How is she so perfect so beautiful and special? Why does she not notice him? He was a merchant not a king. Not some special beautiful person. Not someone who could make her happy. Never. He was out of place. A black bird among doves. What was he doing?
I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
He was tall and smart. Wealthy and not unattractive. But she saw nothing but the good of her country in this marriage. This was nothing to her. Why couldn't he be someone beautiful and charming, her beautiful dove. He wanted to fly into the sky with her, to love her with an open heart. He would trade everything to be her perfect person.
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
Dryden emerges in the gardens. He sees Millerna by the fountain. Her dress flows from her, a perfect fit. So beautiful. She is an angel. The sun makes her glow. Such soft skin and long hair, she was so kind and caring. Did she miss him? Did she care if he was here or not? She was so perfect. So special.
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here
She looks up, someone else is in the garden. It is Allen Schezar. He is so very beautiful. Another white dove. How can a black bird keep an angelic dove with him when something just a perfect if offered? Dryden cannot compete, but how could he hold her back. She would live in a beautiful golden cage, and then the white knight would not have her. but how could he live with himself?
She's running out again
She's running out
She runs runs runs
Allen offers his hand to her. She smiles and takes it. Her smile is so genuine, it brings tears to the merchant's eyes, and he wants her so badly. No, he wants her to want him. She gets up and walks with the heavenly knight. They smile their perfect smiles, their perfect bodies so perfect for each other. The cherry blossoms rain down on them like snow, like a wedding. The doves fly away.
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
He twirled the ring on his finger, it was expensive. Gold and rubies, other jewels, it was crafted by masters. The ring was worthless. It had no meaning to her, no more than a lock on her golden cage. Heaven was a thousand Millerna smiles, a river of ivory hair deep pools of sky blue, creamy white flesh. She was so exquisite. A virgin in so many ways. He loved her so much it hurt.
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Dryden Fassa took off the ring. He placed it on the edge of the fountain. His love was not enough to hold her, he could only dream. She would never be his. Damn! Why was he so weird! Why couldn't he be special like her? The man watched the ring. It shimmered and shone in the brilliant light. His place wasn't here. He was a merchant. A simple money making person. She was something he would never have but he would always want her. Even if he married another woman and raised children with her she would never be the princess Millerna. No one would, the passionate man Allen would love her. That was how it would be. Dryden walked away.
A pair of doves landed on the fountain, they took the shining ring and flew into the sunlight. Together. True love. But there would always be the black bird watching, unwanted.
