Never Close Our Eyes (Lorne) (Random Pairing)
She sipped from her glass slowly, savoring the taste, the numbing effects of the alcohol. So much had been going on lately that she needed the break, the escape...and it was either this or get end up sitting on a stool next to her father...and worrying over him, rather then forgetting her own problems.
She had no idea what she was doing anymore...all of her plans, her plots and her games upset and now she had to pick up the pieces, and figure out the path she was going to take.
Good or Evil, Bruce of her father...salvation or damnation...
So many branching paths, so many roads to get tripped up on.
She moved over to the machine that provided songs, draining her glass as she flipped through the choices before selecting one. She hadn't sang since her last meeting with Erik, all the joy sucked out of the act, memories clouding around her brain any time she opened her mouth, her voice freezing.
I wish that this night would never be over
There’s plenty of time to sleep when we die
So let’s just stay awake until we grow older
If I had my way we’d never close our eyes, our eyes, never!
She closed her eyes as she started to sing, her voice cracking for a moment, emotion and neglect coating it, before it strengthened, returning to what it had been when she stood on the Opera House stage as Carmen, filling the room clearly.
It's so hard to think this could fade away
But what goes up must come down
Why can't we just live life with no consequence
And always live in the now
She clenched her fists, tears flowing down her cheeks, and she was rather glad that no one cared what happened in the life of an operatic diva or CEO of a major corporation, as she was sure the pictures of her running mascara would not look pretty anywhere. She drew a shaky hand across her cheeks as she sung, pouring herself into the song, wiping the smear of black on her skirt, trying to get it off her hand.
If I had my way we’d never close our eyes, our eyes, never!
She finished, and eagerly fled the stage, returning to her table and getting two shots of whiskey delivered, downing them one after the other, eager to escape herself.