Fic - yellow, green and red
Apr. 19th, 2010 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
munninTitle: Yellow, green and red
Characters: The band.
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
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la_petirrojo , another newcomer to the band, has writen lyrics for two new songs. Her song Face you about Dick’s life as Robin and his clashes with Bruce inspired me to write this. I really recommend checking out her lyrics.
Thanks Pame, hope you like it!
Dick sits in the window seat, staring out at the artificial dawn of the city’s lights. The memories are sharp tonight for no reason at all, making old betrayals sting.
He hums the tune playing in his head, not sure if it was his own or something he’d heard but it’s playing, over and over, and needs to be sung.
Tim cradles Steph’s guitar as he crossed the room, sitting cross-legged at Dick’s feet. His back to the wall, he picks up the tune, following Dick’s voice the find the song.
As Tim takes up the song, Dick’s hum slides to words, spilling over from the singers lips. Bitter regret taints Dick’s honeyed voice and it cracks on the chorus.
Damian watches in silence. His ney is within reach but he’s too transfixed to move, fearful of breaking the spell as Dick’s voice settles and flows over the words.
Jay draws himself up onto the couch, tapping out the rhythm on the side of his boot. The slap of skin on leather sounds like feet on concrete, like rooftops on a wet night.
Steph finds her voice, echoing harmony to the chorus, unearthly sweet as birdsong and in perfect opposition to the raw suffering of Dick’s words.
Dick falters, his eyes closed against the remembered pain.
A single tear slides down his cheek, splashing onto his jeans as the words choke him.
Do not be afraid my colors, they are yours too.
The last note dies and stillness settles.
Long moments pass before Tim reached up to cup Dick’s cheek, planting a soft kiss on his swollen lips. “Our colours.” He whispers, brushing the tears from Dick’s face. “Never alone.”
Jay huffs a little laugh and starts beating out a different tune, his singing voice rough but strong. “Lost and scattered through the country we roam, but dark city calls to me...”
Dick reaches out and catches his hand, squeezing it tight and returning his smile. “And I’ll never be alone.”
Characters: The band.
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary:
la_petirrojo , another newcomer to the band, has writen lyrics for two new songs. Her song Face you about Dick’s life as Robin and his clashes with Bruce inspired me to write this. I really recommend checking out her lyrics.Thanks Pame, hope you like it!
Dick sits in the window seat, staring out at the artificial dawn of the city’s lights. The memories are sharp tonight for no reason at all, making old betrayals sting.
He hums the tune playing in his head, not sure if it was his own or something he’d heard but it’s playing, over and over, and needs to be sung.
Tim cradles Steph’s guitar as he crossed the room, sitting cross-legged at Dick’s feet. His back to the wall, he picks up the tune, following Dick’s voice the find the song.
As Tim takes up the song, Dick’s hum slides to words, spilling over from the singers lips. Bitter regret taints Dick’s honeyed voice and it cracks on the chorus.
Yellow, green and red.
Watch me and I hate you. Protect me and I flee from you.
Watch me and I hate you. Protect me and I flee from you.
Damian watches in silence. His ney is within reach but he’s too transfixed to move, fearful of breaking the spell as Dick’s voice settles and flows over the words.
You cannot carry me bleeding in your arm.
And they all seem to me, but I was first.
And I want to be like you, and not at all like you.
And they all seem to me, but I was first.
And I want to be like you, and not at all like you.
Jay draws himself up onto the couch, tapping out the rhythm on the side of his boot. The slap of skin on leather sounds like feet on concrete, like rooftops on a wet night.
Steph finds her voice, echoing harmony to the chorus, unearthly sweet as birdsong and in perfect opposition to the raw suffering of Dick’s words.
Dick falters, his eyes closed against the remembered pain.
Look me again flying through the sky. I will not fall.
A single tear slides down his cheek, splashing onto his jeans as the words choke him.
Do not be afraid my colors, they are yours too.
The last note dies and stillness settles.
Long moments pass before Tim reached up to cup Dick’s cheek, planting a soft kiss on his swollen lips. “Our colours.” He whispers, brushing the tears from Dick’s face. “Never alone.”
Jay huffs a little laugh and starts beating out a different tune, his singing voice rough but strong. “Lost and scattered through the country we roam, but dark city calls to me...”
Dick reaches out and catches his hand, squeezing it tight and returning his smile. “And I’ll never be alone.”