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Not Lonely [February]
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sl4irl.livejournal.comThe strings knotted together intricately, causing the furrow of tension within the Tunnelgrub that it never failed to. The speaker rig they possessed (it was still they, he assured himself) had seemed modest when required to fill the cavernous innards of their former abode. In the rather more cramped confines of their current one it was rather more dominating...
He gets up each morning and he goes downtown,
Where everyone's his boss and he's lost,
In an angry land; he's a little man...
A thudding, heavily-handed bridge ensued. Then the glorious release as the chorus struck with the force that only the murderous arch-fiend of pop had ever managed to muster. Snaggle disposed of the last of his rum & dealt himself some more. This was the last time she'd left like this since before their pledge. She hadn't triggered an Incident this time, indeed she hadn't even ventured near that territory. She'd be back within the week. That was what her oath said, & she'd said she'd never break one.
So, she wasn't going to have left him forever, this wasn't it, it wasn't the end. She'd be back, they'd resume, they'd continue. The sheer horror she'd triggered in him in her last departure didn't return. It wasn't called for. He knew just exactly was going on, & how long it could be expected to last for. Besides, the Archduke could of course be relied upon to straighten things out. He was a Paradigm of their shared Season, how could he fail?
So. Nothing to worry about. Just a few days with the flat to himself, with Phil Spector & hard(ish) liquor for company.
Uptown where he can hold his head up high.
Uptown he knows that I am standing by.
Bliss.
And when I take his hand,
There's no man who could put him down.
He slipped to his computer, fumbling through to his emails before breaking out into a grin as it emerged that Neve was, after all, available for sofa shopping. As he headed for the door the long-player reached the end of the track.
The world is sweet, it's at his feet,
When he's uptown.
He gets up each morning and he goes downtown,
Where everyone's his boss and he's lost,
In an angry land; he's a little man...
A thudding, heavily-handed bridge ensued. Then the glorious release as the chorus struck with the force that only the murderous arch-fiend of pop had ever managed to muster. Snaggle disposed of the last of his rum & dealt himself some more. This was the last time she'd left like this since before their pledge. She hadn't triggered an Incident this time, indeed she hadn't even ventured near that territory. She'd be back within the week. That was what her oath said, & she'd said she'd never break one.
So, she wasn't going to have left him forever, this wasn't it, it wasn't the end. She'd be back, they'd resume, they'd continue. The sheer horror she'd triggered in him in her last departure didn't return. It wasn't called for. He knew just exactly was going on, & how long it could be expected to last for. Besides, the Archduke could of course be relied upon to straighten things out. He was a Paradigm of their shared Season, how could he fail?
So. Nothing to worry about. Just a few days with the flat to himself, with Phil Spector & hard(ish) liquor for company.
Uptown where he can hold his head up high.
Uptown he knows that I am standing by.
Bliss.
And when I take his hand,
There's no man who could put him down.
He slipped to his computer, fumbling through to his emails before breaking out into a grin as it emerged that Neve was, after all, available for sofa shopping. As he headed for the door the long-player reached the end of the track.
The world is sweet, it's at his feet,
When he's uptown.
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