So this is the first time ive written a songfic, but I got the idea while waiting to be picked up from school, listening to this song, and it was too good not to write down.
This takes place during WWRLAM, after the fight between A/J, and jonathan is back at home, Alanna is at House Azik with George and Rispah and company.
I OWN NOTHING. We're just a lonely hobitses with a juicy sweet fish. Raw and Rrrrrrigling. Jonathan, Alanna, and George are the products of the amazing mind of Tamora Pierce. The song is the product of Sir Elton John and Tim Rice—also amazing. But none of these people are me, so I credit them here.
Jo.
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I'm sorry,For everything I've said,
And for anything I forgot to say too.
When things get so complicated,
I stumble; at best,
Muddle through.
I wish
That our lives could be simple
I don't want the world
Only you.
Oh I wish
I could tell you this face to face,
But theres never the time,
Never the place.
Oh this letter will have to do.
I love you.
Prince Jonathan sighed and sealed the scroll. He contemplated just throwing it into the fire, but sent it before he could change his mind. He didn't want what happened in the desert to be the end. He wanted to slap himself, the things he said to her! He really deserved never being able to see her again, but he sincerely hoped that didn't happen. Jonathan needed his Lioness.
Another night to be spent bowing over and dancing with Princess Josiane. Joyous. He stood up and started to prepare for pretending to like foreign diplomats all evening.
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and at House Azik, Dog Lane…
George Cooper, King of the Rogue, sighed as he plopped down into a chair. The fire had died down to almost nothing, and the night's chill was creeping into the room. He looked over at the bed, where Alanna was fast asleep, and started to grin. His Lioness was the happiest she had been in a long time, just relaxing here with him—no evil sorcerers, no regicidal thieves, and most certainly no arrogant princes. Just Alanna and George, Coram and Rispah, kicking back and enjoying life for a while.
He propped his arm up onto the table and rested his head on his hand, reading the letter over for the third time. No. He couldn't have this. George would not sit back while Alanna returned to Prince Jonathan, only to come back more hurt than before. Nothing could make him witness again the pain and grief that haunted her eyes as she explained what passed in the desert.
George took a deep breath, knowing that what he was doing was probably not the right thing to do, but since when was he known for his honesty? He was the King of Thieves! Alanna would never know.
He picked up the scroll, and tossed it into the fireplace, watching the paper darken and curl until it was little more than the dying embers surrounding it. He went to bed and crawled in next to his love.
He smiled as he felt her stir and rest her head against his chest.
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Just something I thought up while ignoring homework. The song is Radames' Letter from the musical AIDA.
Pweeeeze review, flames are perfectly welcome, though I would suggest a better use of your time, like playing Line Rider, the awesomest game ever made—it consists of drawing a line through endless space, and this dude in a toboggan rides on it, and if you make the line wrong he crashes and dies.
Everyone also needs to run and get a copy of Terrier—released yesterday!!!
Cmon! Click the little happy square button that says "Go!" happy, happy button.
Jo.