(A/N) This is my new project. It is a songfic. But I won't tell you the
song yet. Then that would spoil it. But it is a songfic. And it is VERY
different songfic. I am warning you so if you don't like it, don't bother
to flame me. Because that would piss me off. And it wouldn't be good to do
that. Just be open.
Burgundy. It is a color; the color of blood: the true color of blood. It is also a wine. It takes action; intoxicates the consumer causing them to act out of character.
It filled glass that was formed into a hollow, cut out sphere. It hit the bottom then curled up around one side of the glass and came back down again. The stem was four inches that spread out into a circular disk that sat on a cherry oak table.
Fingers gripped the stem; tanned, long fingers that had a steady grip on the glass; just like they had a steady grip on life. Everything was planned in the life; everything down to the last book that was to be read. Planned was his outfit. Planned were his words. Planned were the places he would go; or at least he thought he had planned the places he would go.
Blue-gray is also a color, a beautiful color. The color of the stormy ocean. The color of hard steel. The color rain clouds. It was a color that consumed this mans life. That drowned him in a world of coolness.
Blue-gray stared at this man from across the table. Eyes narrowed in dislike. "Don't you think that you've had enough to drink tonight?" the blue-gray said.
"No. I am quite fine. You are so kind to think of your husband."
"It's my job."
"It should be voluntary."
"It was voluntary. I gave into your pestering."
"You regret it."
"You said that not me"
"But you're not denying it."
"Think whatever you want Numair Salmalín. I will not try to change your mind."
"I did it because I love you Veralidaine Salmalín."
"Love causes even mage-robe mages to act foolishly."
The man got up with a start. The blue-gray eyes bore into him. "You have changed."
"No more than you."
"I love you as much as I did when you were sixteen."
"But I'm not sixteen anymore."
A crying came from another room.
"Are you going to her, or will it be me?"
The woman did not stir in the slightest.
"Lauralanna will never have a mother."
"How can she have a mother, when her father loves her more than her mother?"
"You know that's not true."
"Your daughter is waiting."
The black-robe mage got up and walked to the door on his wife's side of their dining room. He reached his and put a hand on her soft, cold cheek. She sat there, a silent statue, a tribute to the love they had.
The black-robe walked off to quiet his troubled daughter.
"Shh. It's alright Lana," he said in a soothing voice while rubbing his daughter's back. "I know your mother loves you and me. She's just having a hard time right now."
(A/N) That's it so far. In the next chapter all will be explained as well as the song. I think I have a good idea going on here (even if it is very different) so just hang in there and wait it out. The final result is what matters. And it's good. It's dramatic.. Now review!!
Burgundy. It is a color; the color of blood: the true color of blood. It is also a wine. It takes action; intoxicates the consumer causing them to act out of character.
It filled glass that was formed into a hollow, cut out sphere. It hit the bottom then curled up around one side of the glass and came back down again. The stem was four inches that spread out into a circular disk that sat on a cherry oak table.
Fingers gripped the stem; tanned, long fingers that had a steady grip on the glass; just like they had a steady grip on life. Everything was planned in the life; everything down to the last book that was to be read. Planned was his outfit. Planned were his words. Planned were the places he would go; or at least he thought he had planned the places he would go.
Blue-gray is also a color, a beautiful color. The color of the stormy ocean. The color of hard steel. The color rain clouds. It was a color that consumed this mans life. That drowned him in a world of coolness.
Blue-gray stared at this man from across the table. Eyes narrowed in dislike. "Don't you think that you've had enough to drink tonight?" the blue-gray said.
"No. I am quite fine. You are so kind to think of your husband."
"It's my job."
"It should be voluntary."
"It was voluntary. I gave into your pestering."
"You regret it."
"You said that not me"
"But you're not denying it."
"Think whatever you want Numair Salmalín. I will not try to change your mind."
"I did it because I love you Veralidaine Salmalín."
"Love causes even mage-robe mages to act foolishly."
The man got up with a start. The blue-gray eyes bore into him. "You have changed."
"No more than you."
"I love you as much as I did when you were sixteen."
"But I'm not sixteen anymore."
A crying came from another room.
"Are you going to her, or will it be me?"
The woman did not stir in the slightest.
"Lauralanna will never have a mother."
"How can she have a mother, when her father loves her more than her mother?"
"You know that's not true."
"Your daughter is waiting."
The black-robe mage got up and walked to the door on his wife's side of their dining room. He reached his and put a hand on her soft, cold cheek. She sat there, a silent statue, a tribute to the love they had.
The black-robe walked off to quiet his troubled daughter.
"Shh. It's alright Lana," he said in a soothing voice while rubbing his daughter's back. "I know your mother loves you and me. She's just having a hard time right now."
(A/N) That's it so far. In the next chapter all will be explained as well as the song. I think I have a good idea going on here (even if it is very different) so just hang in there and wait it out. The final result is what matters. And it's good. It's dramatic.. Now review!!