Just a little somethin....
Jun. 23rd, 2005 05:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Disclaimer: Not mine. I've just heard Tori Amos' 'Girl' for the first time, and well...it made me think of my favorite VG gal.
Title: In The Shadow
Rating: R
Reasons: Mild language/sexual references
Genres: Angst
Feedback: axebichick@yahoo.com
~And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph. My image under her thumb yes with a message for my heart. She's been everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own~-Tori Amos 'Girl'
That's where she always was. Standing in the shadows, just on the edge of the spotlight. Watching him drink applause and adoration while she starved for just a little affection. She knew she'd turned into his slave, and some times she thought of leaving. Telling him she didn't need him anymore, give him a gorgeous screaming tirade and then leave his life forever. But there was just one little problem.
It wasn't that she couldn't continue life without him. She could. She wasn't as dumb as she put on, she could find work somewhere. It wouldn't be easy, but she could start over. And it wasn't that she didn't want to fuck things up for him, she didn't care if her leaving caused an uproar, he deserved to have his heart torn open a little. No, it wasn't anything as complex as that. She let herself be made a zombie like slave and occasional bored lay for someone who didn't give a damn about her because, despite her better judgement and the fact that he had every obviously been claimed by the leather-clad wolf, she loved the bastard. And so she submitted to a cold life in the shadows, hoping that maybe someday, for just a few moments, she'd been given a tiny sunbeam of affection.
Title: In The Shadow
Rating: R
Reasons: Mild language/sexual references
Genres: Angst
Feedback: axebichick@yahoo.com
~And in the shadow she crawls, clutching her faded photograph. My image under her thumb yes with a message for my heart. She's been everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own~-Tori Amos 'Girl'
That's where she always was. Standing in the shadows, just on the edge of the spotlight. Watching him drink applause and adoration while she starved for just a little affection. She knew she'd turned into his slave, and some times she thought of leaving. Telling him she didn't need him anymore, give him a gorgeous screaming tirade and then leave his life forever. But there was just one little problem.
It wasn't that she couldn't continue life without him. She could. She wasn't as dumb as she put on, she could find work somewhere. It wouldn't be easy, but she could start over. And it wasn't that she didn't want to fuck things up for him, she didn't care if her leaving caused an uproar, he deserved to have his heart torn open a little. No, it wasn't anything as complex as that. She let herself be made a zombie like slave and occasional bored lay for someone who didn't give a damn about her because, despite her better judgement and the fact that he had every obviously been claimed by the leather-clad wolf, she loved the bastard. And so she submitted to a cold life in the shadows, hoping that maybe someday, for just a few moments, she'd been given a tiny sunbeam of affection.
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on 2005-06-24 12:31 am (UTC)bitexmarks
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on 2005-06-24 12:49 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-24 08:41 am (UTC)(one quick question: since you made a reference to a "leather-clad wolf", you are referring to Brian and not Curt, right?)
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on 2005-06-24 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-24 10:15 am (UTC)