This is not due to my feeling sorry for this particular voyeur. This is not focussing on how he always seems to get overlooked. This is not based on navigatorsghost's lovely, lovely interpretations of the S3 charas (nope, and I'm not encouraging you to go read her stuff and leave lots of lovely reviews.) Or on how in said interpretations the...'con in question keeps the other two's secret for them faithfully - and never gets allowed to join in. P.S. This is also not slash, in that it is implied but never explicitly mentioned who the charas here actually are. You are not extremely welcome, however, to leave a reviwe and make a guess. That was not a hint. ()
I make no apologies for the fact that this is clearly not a songfic. I was not on a Sting and the Police kick at the time, and all characters do not belong to me.
Iwas being serious about that last part. Please don't sue me. ;;
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Silence.
If you need someone, call my name.
If you want someone, you can do the same...
Glint of lavender-blue in a dark sky. Pinprick flash of silver-violet down an arm half-hidden in deep-space shadows, tiny slivers of colour flicking and dancing in the emptiness over a barren planet, no other being for miles around in the silence.
If you love someone...
No-one at all.
If you love someone...
Skittering crimson in a dark, empty room. Deep blue, lighting on a patch of nothing to give the illusion of form, lending definition to the darkness, a pretense at contours. Glint of lavender-blue in a dark screen, the monitor the source of a dull glow giving weight to the thick of the dark. Pinprick flash of silver-violet down an arm half-hidden in deep-space, the bright speck fleeing gaily and unknowing across a face buried in shadows and silence.
Every breath you take...
Saying nothing, doing nothing, holding the silence and staying in their shadows so that no-one else would see the blinding light they made. Except for him.
Every move you make...
Well, he had to stay sane somehow, didn't he? As much as you could around them...
And technically, they owed him for it, right? And what he wouldn't give to take what it felt like he'd been owing since the moment he came online...
Silence. Darkness. His. Always watching, and keeping his secrets.
I keep my faith, in my fashion...
Yis, thanks to Rath I now have a soft spot for the guy. Heck, for all of them. Heiniously short, but please tell me what you think? puppyoptics