I don't know why I keep adding to this songfic, I just keep finding good songs to go along with it. All the songs are copyright of Fiona Apple, Slayers is copyright of whoever made them up, I was only the one who put them together. Of course, it helps to have heard these songs before. Then again, I'm going with the import of the words instead of the actual song, but I do suggest hearing the songs too! They're good! 'Paper Bag' and 'Love Ridden' come from the CD 'When The Pawn' by Fiona Apple, the rest of the songs here are from 'Tidal', same singer.
Days like this I don't know what to do with myself
All day - and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel - to take flight -
Amelia wandered around the palace in her now usual white leggings with the white shirt held tight against her torso by the laced vest. As she walked, her fingers slid across the wall. She was watching the cracks between the tiles of the floor though, just walking along them, careful to keep her balance in the two inch heeled white boots. They weren't spike heels, she hated spiked heels but she would wear them on occasion.
There would be a ball tonight. Her father's attempt to get his daughter to smile once more. Amelia wondered what she should wear. It had been a year since Lina and Gourry had left. A year and a half since Zelgadis had disappeared.
She stuck her tongue out at the thought of him. She'd tried to wash him off, but for some reason he was always in the back of her mind. Amelia just supposed that she was still in love with him, even if he'd left. Heaving a sigh, she never paused in her walk down the hall as the thoughts ran through her mind.
Maybe the dark blue ocean dress? Amelia felt like wearing dark blue tonight. She turned her steps toward the front hall, it was noon, time for lunch.
And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves in blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Is that why they call me a sullen girl - sullen girl
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me ashore and he took my pearl
And left an empty shell of me
Amelia sat at her vanity table, looking into the mirror at her hair. It was now down to her lower back. She was already wearing the dark blue dress made of fabric that seemed to have the ocean currents woven into it every time she moved. It was held up on her shoulders by thin straps that crossed down her back. The skirt was a complete circle but had nothing underneath to make it seem full, instead, it simply fell from her hips, enhancing the 'wave' effect. It fell to the floor, just touching the ground when Amelia had her dark blue high heels on. A servant appeared in the mirror and the princess held still as the young woman carefully began to twirl Amelia's hair into a bun at the back of her head, setting it in place with diamond studded combs.
Once the young woman was finished, Amelia carefully put on her own makeup. She painted her lips light violet with dark purple eye shadow. Her mask for the ball was that of a Lionfish, its orange and yellow spikes flaring out. The mask was more of a tiara then an actual face-covering mask. Standing, she picked up the long dark blue cloves and pulled them on, they came up almost to her armpits.
Finally, she stepped out of her rooms to join her guests.
And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves in blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves in blue of my oblivion
Stepping down the wide steps of the grand hall, she saw the piano off in one corner with the rest of the live musicians already playing a waltz. Amelia paused on the stairs, her eyes looking over the people gathered.
There weren't many people gathered, it was still early. Only about thirty. Their colorful costumes were rather whimsical. Painted masks either hid their faces or were held in hands. The ladies glittered, the men glowed, it seemed as if everyone was happy.
Amelia's attention was caught by a single figure dressed in the purest black, his hands gloved in light grey, the shirt under his jacket the same grey. A cape was clipped on one shoulder, draped around his body but thrown back over his shoulders. His face...
The princess watched as he walked through those gathered her feet moving of their own violation, bringing her to the last step as he arrived there. His hand slowly reached out. She barely saw it, her eyes locked by his startling blue slits under his somewhat shaggy wire hair. Amelia laid her hand in his and he led her out onto the dance floor, bringing her into the waltz with the others who were already dancing.
"You never gave me the chance to apologize," Zelgadis said softly and she turned her face away.
"Why should I have? You meant what you said."
He sighed softly, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Amelia."
The princess's eyes snapped back to look at him, "Well you did."
"I thought I was doing the right thing for both of us." As they spoke their bodies moved in the proscribed steps of the waltz as if they were of one mind. Zelgadis was painfully aware of how close against him she was, how soft her skin was compared to his.
"Daddy doesn't care who I marry as long as I'm happy," Amelia said softly after a moment of silence between them.
Another silence fell as the music changed into a different song. Amelia was about to walk away form him when Zelgadis caught her hands and spun her around quickly in the first moves of the Tango. "Can your father fight the council and his own father? They probably wouldn't like the thought of Chimera great grandkids." Amelia would have fought against him but his strength far surpassed her own, she simply went along with the dance, unable to do otherwise. "And what about you? Aren't you in the least bit worried what it would feel like to give birth to a stone kid?"
"There's always healing spells," Amelia retorted, panting for breath from the fierceness of the dance they wove though out the ballroom. The other guests had retreated to give the couple room.
Zelgadis gazed down at her with his coldest expression, "So you're willing to risk death to be with me?" he asked.
"Not if you give me looks like that," Amelia snapped back at him but was turned around before she could see his expression change to one of an amused smile.
"If that's how you want it," he murmured.
Amelia glowered and stomped on his foot in the last steps of the dance. The effect wasn't as grand as it would have been if his foot had been flesh, but she saw the slight wince out of the corner of her eye. The music stopped and Amelia turned around to berate Zelgadis, though she found him gone. In annoyance, she turned and went over to the buffet table where she picked up a glass of champagne, sipping it thoughtfully as she caught her breath.
And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves in blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves in blue of my oblivion