A/n: Woah. Quick update. That's new. I just couldn't help but to write this chapter. It hit me hard and fast after I finished the previous one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Of Monsters and Men own Little Talks. I only own Madera, Inexari, Monique and Callisto.
Four days later
The stage was lit. The cathedral was dark. Delilah sat in the audience with her aunt Callisto and her cousin Monique. Inexari had always loved performing. She didn't get to do it often, but on the days when her dad wasn't drunk, she'd dress up in a pink frilly dress and prance around the tour bus singing 'The Good Ship Lollypop'. Her dad and his bandmates laughed and clapped and twirled her around. Those were the days she was happiest.
And now, when she was trying to recreate that feeling, dressed in a pale blue knit dress and her hair done up nicely, Lysander was late. The band had set up behind the blue velvet-lined curtains but they were just waiting on Lysander. And he wasn't here. They were about to go on and he wasn't here. The announcer introduced them and Lysander wasn't here. The band started just as the curtain lifted and Inexari found herself very much the center of attention.
So she brought the mic to her lips and she sang.
"I don't like walking around this old and empty house."
"So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear."
"The stairs creak as I sleep. Its keeping me awake." Inexari continued even as her head swung to see Castiel, in black dress pants and a dark red shirt, stroll cautiously onto the stage with her.
"It's the house telling you to close your eyes." Castiel assured her, his eyes not even straying to the audience and she felt the anger slowly drain from her.
"Some days I can't even trust myself." she found herself fearfully confessing, reaching out for him.
"It's killing me to see you this way." There was a sadness as he clasped her hand in his own.
She smiled warmly at him. "Cause though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore." He gave her a grin.
They stepped apart. And she tucked one arm around her middle. "There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back."
"Tell her that I miss our little talks." He shrugged and walked beside her.
"Soon it will be over and buried with our past." She cast half a glance over her shoulder at him.
"We used to play outside when we were young, and full of life, and full of love." She whirled around to look at him a laugh evident in her eyes. She found him smiling and laughing with her.
"Some days, I feel like I'm wrong when I am right."
"Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear." He placed an arm around her and pulled her in close. Xari's heartbeat sped up.
"Cause though the truth my vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore."
"Don't listen to a word I say! The screams all sound the same! Though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore!"
Without warning Castiel threw her into a sort of up beat two step she could barely keep up with. It was a pleasant surprise. Who knew Red even knew how to dance?
Finally he held her at arms length, the sadness back in her eyes and she felt it creep back in her. "You're gone, gone, gone away. I watched you disappear. All that's left is a ghost of you." The started to back away from each other. Before stopping a three feet apart. "Now we're torn, torn, torn apart. There's nothing we can do. Just let me go, we'll meet again soon." She turned back to him as he turned to face her, a fierce determination in his eyes. "Now wait, wait, wait for me. Please hang around. I'll see you when I fall asleep."
Neither noticed the cheering going on in the audience, how people were out of their seats, how some were crying, others laughing. They were falling, through body language, back into a familiar banter.
'Your an idiot.'
'I know.'
'I should hate you.'
'You should.'
'I missed you.'
A smile passed across his face. He seized her wrist, twirled her, and drew her in close. "Cause though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore."
'I missed you too.'
The crowd burst into cheers, wolf whistles, and waves, upon waves of applause. He rose from his seat in the back and quietly made his exit. She needn't know he'd been there. He was so very proud of her. A little miffed she'd gone and died her hair an electric blue, but it suited her. He hadn't realized he'd miss her so much until she was actually gone. But there she was, up on stage, singing her heart out, and making the audience go wild.
His feet hit the sidewalk. He deemed it safe to open up the video on the video camera. Tabbing through various recorded videos, most of which he found himself promising to delete later, he pulled up one very special one.
A chubby little girl around six or seven with wild carrot top hair and bright, bright blue eyes smiled at the lens. "Ready daddy?" She asked in an excited squeal bouncing up and down in a pink tutu.
"Ready baby." A man's voice, his own voice, spoke from behind the lens.
"Kay! Here I go!" The little girl began to dance and sing and he couldn't help the tears the formed in his eyes.
"Oh we were sailing along!
On moonlight bay!"
The man kept the recording going as he walked down the block to where he had discreetly parked his car.
"We could hear the voices singing
They seemed to say!
You have stolen my heart!
And gone away!
As we sing this song on moonlight bay!"
The man collapsed outside his car, sobbing uncontrollably.
"On moonlight bay!"
"Very good, Xari!"
