Disclaimer: I do not own "Newsies" or any of the genius associated to them. Disney owns them, no infringement intended. I am not making money from this in any way, I claim no rights to the characters mentioned from the movie, but I do claim the plot and the ideas surrounding this story. Don't steal, don't sue, and I'm sure we will all be grand friends. The poem in italics is not mine. It is an excerpt from The Shadowy Waters by W.B. Yeats. It isn't mine and I claim no part of that genius.
A/N: Hey. Tell the people you love that you love them. Don't hesitate. Seriously.
Warning: PG (Adult themes)
xi.)
his 3 is all veteran&violated
covered in battle scars&broken barriers
he blows fantasies like smoke through her
pollution colored faery dust sparkle
she's getting sick from his 2nd hand dreams
(he is deficient)
The Redwoods are dead (or so he tells her) and Hollywood is just a bunch of backdrops (nothing looks as good as it seems). They've driven the coast and now he wants to see more (there is always more to see or so he tells her). She is now his prisoner (but he doesn't have to tell her that) and will go wherever her wants her to go (she doesn't have any idea how to get back to where she started). Boy Vagabond has her all to himself now even if she doesn't have a clue who she is (she is finally in his Now and he's erased her Then).
She can see now the brokenness of Boy Vagabond (it is a reflection of the brokenness in herself) and how backwards he is to the rest of the world(he doesn't have a Then – all he has is his Now). She'd always known he was different but she had no idea that the difference would take her this far. The boyish charm and insolence that she once found intoxicating makes her sick to her stomach tonight (she doesn't love him any less she just doesn't understand why he does what he does). She'll never understand the things he does or why he does them (she's too grown up for that) but she needs to be close to him so he can tell her who she is (she doesn't even remember her name).
He told her it was a bad dream, that there was no girl with tiger eyes and lilies in her hair, and she wants to believe him (if she starts doubting him now she will have to doubt everything about herself now) but she finds it difficult (she wasn't the one who was drunk). Still she can feel dark artistic hands touching her places and in ways where she was always told a woman shouldn't touch another woman (blame it on her Jewish upbringing) but every day the dark princess fades a little bit more as he introduces new memories into her mind.
It is getting colder and they don't have any winter clothes (they left them behind in New York along with everything else). He craves a change of scenery as much as he craves a change of climate and the compass on the dashboard is pointing south (would they meet that dark tiger princess again?). This time they take a more scenic route through vineyards and deserts (he doesn't want her to see anything twice). At one point he reaches to touch her, but she turns away (even if it had been a bad dream she still felt dirty).
"Why
do you turn away and hide your face,
That I would look upon for ever?"
She is so sick of all of his words (she is pretty sure he never lost them in the first place).
A/N: Holding grudges isn't worth it.