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http://www.sflistteamhouse.com/Freedom/UntilThen/UntilThen.htm
saw the song mentioned in one of my father's SciFi/War books so I went to see if it was a real song. Turns out it was and that's the vid for it

Apologies if you tear up, heaven knows I did

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling, like dew, upon a thought produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.
Lord Byron

perfect for a writing journal :D

An AU where Chris and Sky are not an item XD Personal guest appearence by Lori's Arkady. Trivia fact - Arkady would have been Chris's love interest in the very first LJ Winx Club RPG before she fell for Sky.

Christine sat on stage, a guitar in her lap. She strummed it slowly, her gaze unfocused - seeing the crowd before her, but not really seeing them. Her mind kept flashing back to that day at the club. A shudder crept over her before she caught herself and steadied. "Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see him To listen for a while And there he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song," she sang, her mind flashing back to the day.

She laughed as she accompanied the boys to the club, intent on enjoying her rare day off from performing at the same club. "I hope he's good for the size of the crowd in here," she said.

"He's good, Chris," Helia confirmed. "Just relax, would you?"

"I am relaxed," she protested before settling down into the chair at the table, her blue eyes flickering to the man, no boy, on the stage. God, he wasn't much older then her. Well, she'd give him the benefit of the doubt. Probably was one of those pop singers, the fluffbunnies, the screamers, that most people enjoyed nowadays. Nothing like her or some of the other singers, who actually sang, who actually cared about the music and it showing in their voices, their choice of songs.

"Postcards and letters And pictures made to last forever To be boxed up and tossed away Knickknacks and souvenirs In an afternoon, they're out of here They'll disappear without a trace But what they mean to me Can never be replaced I can't unthink about you I can't unfeel your touch I can't unhear all the words Unsay all the things That used to mean so much I wish I could unremember Everything my heart's been through I'm finding out it's impossible to do Oh, it's no use I can't unlove you Intestates and old songs Like time they go on and on I guess I could learn to do the same I could wake up without you These two arms not around you Tell myself it's meant to be this way No matter how I try somethings I can't change

I can't unthink about you I can't unfeel your touch I can't unhear all the words Unsay all the things That used to mean so much I wish I could unremember Everything my heart's been through I'm finding out it's impossible to do Oh, oh Oh, it's no use I can't unlove you I wish I could unremember Everything my heart's been through And finding out it's impossible to do Oh, oh, it's no use I can't unlove you," the boy sang, his voice rich and mellow.

"I felt all flushed with fever Embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters And read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish But he just kept right on Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song He sang as if he knew me In all my dark despair And then he looked right through me As if I wasn't there And he just kept on singing Singing clear and strong," she sang, her eyes finally focusing on the crowd.

Christine's heart leapt to her throat as she listened to the song being sung. Dear God, how'd.. Her blue eyes widened as the music and lyrics swept over her. Dear God, had he found that letter she had written to Sky several days post their recent break-up (one where he had gone back to Bloom, for good it seemed). The others hadn't noticed her reaction as she pushed back from the table after the singer made eye contact with her and she fled into the night, leaning against the wall. Tears streamed down her face as her body was wracked by silent sobs. God, God, that hurt. Having heard someone channeling what she was feeling through a song. Creepy.

Her blue eyes flew open when she felt someone's hand on her shoulder and a gentle tenor asking if she was okay. "'m fine," she shakily murmured, before looking stunned to see it had been the singer in front of her, asking if she was okay. "Heard your song. You're pretty good," she admitted.

"Seems it struck close to home," he said, reaching over and gently brushing a stray lock of hair off her face - or attempting to before she batted his hand away.

"Sounded like a letter I wrote," she admitted. "Felt like you were killing me softly with your song."

The singer's lips quirked upwards. "Killing you softly, huh," he mused. "I think I found the line I was looking for that song I was working on. To make it up to you, for hurting you unintentionally, I'll give you the song. More of your style anyway."

"Christine," she said, thrusting her hand out so he could shake it.

"Arkady."

"Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me He was strumming my pain Yeah, he was singing my life Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly With his song," she sang before setting the guitar down and quietly leaving the stage. She padded backstage where he was waiting, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. She smiled at the sight of him and raced over, collapsing into his arms and snuggling.

"Perfect," Arkady murmured, stroking her dark hair.

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Vids for watching that relate to the ficlit:
Kenny Rogers' I can't unlove you - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uerpt-TiF6k
Roberta Flack's Killing me softly - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OH9gHqCI5dM

Self
you don't want to start an X-Men RPG
you really don't

I'm getting sucked back into the Monster Force fandom again - I'm so in the mood to start writing again. I think I'll rework my OC since she was such a bitch to start out that I can't believe I wrote her, ugh.

I think I have an idea for my new OC, just need to get her to play nice with the others. Well, first it'll be art meme before I even think about writing. I have three days off that I can use to do projects

decided I needed to change my LJ layout
had the red satin handshake since, oh, God, since I started LJ, I think
the pink's just the thing I needed

have to admit, I am looking forward to the new Wolfman movie - sure, it's not Lon Chaney but dude, Anthony Hopkins as the father. More backstory. Better backstory. A love interest that's willing to help her man instead of being a DiD?

Color me all shades of impressed - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wolfman_(2010_film)
Hopefully it'll be good

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