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Who: Glimmer and Open
Where: The Observation car
When: Early Friday evening
What: Glimmer gets bitten by the song bug going around. Cue teenage angst about sex and guilt.
Warnings:Language, probable mentions of violence, vague sexual references in the song. Will edit if more comes up.
Status: Open, ongoing



Glimmer really had tried to put Cato's little performance the other night out of her mind. But it wasn't as easy as she would have liked, and not just because it was so out of the blue. Occasionally, little bits of that stupid song kept coming back to her and rattling around in her head for awhile. And him getting his dumb ass shot hadn't helped things--though she wasn't quite sure why. Sure, she'd been a little irritated, maybe even kind of worried for a bit. But he was going to be okay, so why did her mind keep circling back to the idea of him being hurt?

Which was why, right now, she wasn't with him. She was in the Observation car, looking out at the scenery and occasionally practicing something Christine had shown her. She'd stopped thinking so much about the fact it wasn't very useful, because she was enjoying it. She liked using her muscles in new ways, feeling them do things she'd never known them capable of. Sort of like....

She had her right leg stretched out over one of the windowsills, head bowed towards her thigh, when that thought occurred to her. Burning a little, she dropped her leg and moved to just stand in front of the glass, trying to just focus on the scenery. Prettier than Tortuga, she thought. Of course, her basis for comparison of places wasn't too big. Only the few places they'd passed through in her time here, then back home and....

We could get off...Just get off and stay there and never go back home...

Glimmer huffed a little, remembering Cato's idea. Thinking about spending however long she had in some new place, with him. Not something she should have wanted, or at least something she'd been told not to want because it would be selfish and turning against her nation, but she found she wanted it all the same.

Her fingertips tapped the glass, and at about the same time she realised they were tapping in some kind of rhythm, she also realised that there were new words running through her head and that she felt the urge to--fuck--sing. Fucking train. Well, nothing she could do probably but let it out and hope no one happened by.

She shoved away from the window, setting to wandering the course of the room as she sang. Her voice would have been surprisingly sweet to anyone who had been unfortunate enough to have her screeching at them at some point. The song began softly enough, but by the end was definitely loud enough for anyone passing by to hear.


Something’s started crazy –
Sweet and unknown
Something you keep
In a box on the street –
Now it’s longing for a home

And who can say what dreams are?
Wake me in time to be lonely and sad
And who can say what we are?
This is the season for dreaming

And now our bodies are the guilty ones
Who touch
And color the hours
Night won’t breathe
Oh how we
Fall in silence from the sky
And whisper some silver reply

Pulse is gone and racing –
All fits and starts
Window by window
You try and look into
This brave new you that you are

And who can say what dreams are?
Wake me in time to be out in the cold
And who can say what we are?
This is the reason for dreaming

And now our bodies are the guilty ones –
Our touch
Will fill every hour
Huge and dark
Oh our hearts
Will murmur the blues from on high
Then whisper some silver reply

And now our bodies are the guilty ones –
Our touch
Will color the hours

Night won’t breathe
Oh how we
Fall in silence from the sky
Then whisper some silver reply....



_{[OOC: While this song is actually a duet, Glimmer is singing both parts unaltered as there's nothing gendered in the words. Official video here, slightly NSFW due to some imagery of teenagers making out--but much safer than the actual performance]}