Ficlet: Ribbon dance
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xp_logsWho: Jubilee
When: Friday 22nd April 2005 Time: 9pm
What happens: Inspired by the song, 'Una Palabra' by Carlos Varela. Jubilee muses on where her life has led her as she finishes the last of the reading Scott gave her.
Una palabra no dice nada
y al mismo tiempo lo esconde todo
igual que el viento que esconde el agua
como las flores que esconde el lodo.
She had once heard it compared to dancing. Your partner, the crowd, music loud in your ears, you moved for them, breathed for them. You felt the muscles in your arms, legs. You leaped, strained, one movement, then another, blood pumping like fireworks in your head. Throw the ribbon, jump to catch it, don’t let it fall. Salvation in a gripped fist, a swift prayer to whatever deity might be watching. You couldn't take the time to really think, reaction was the only thing that would win you the day.
The music was important, set the wrong mood and the crowd would turn away from you, find another to dance with, another to love.
You had to get the movement right too, catch the ribbon and then one flip, two…Never let them know just exactly what you’d do next. Keep them guessing, keep them wanting, keep them coming back for more. That is what she’d learnt. That is what all the time between her parents death and now had taught her. You never showed your hand, you never let them know quite what you were thinking. They'd want you then, they'd have to, they couldn't help themselves any more then you could turn them away, because their interest was your salvation. Everybody loves a mystery, everyone wants to know the secret.
They’d keep coming back for more; they couldn’t help but come. They wanted to know who you really were. They wanted to know whether they could have some place in the dance.
She had lived her life as best she knew how. She had tried when she knew she was wrong, to change, to grow. It didn’t seem enough anymore. It didn’t seem enough to merely try, to go on thinking through things. She had never felt, not one day since her life was taken away had she ever allowed herself to feel.
Jubilee flipped the last piece of paper over, and smoothed down the edges. The last of the reading Scott had given her was finished. She could go to him any time now, start her training and somewhere, distant enough that she still couldn’t quite see it in the haze of the horizon, she might be an X-man.
She had never wanted for anything. She had never allowed herself a heart.
Till now.
Si un día me faltas no seré nada
y al mismo tiempo lo seré todo
porque en tus ojos están mis alas
y está la orilla donde me ahogo,
porque en tus ojos están mis alas
y está la orilla donde me ahogo.
When: Friday 22nd April 2005 Time: 9pm
What happens: Inspired by the song, 'Una Palabra' by Carlos Varela. Jubilee muses on where her life has led her as she finishes the last of the reading Scott gave her.
Una palabra no dice nada
y al mismo tiempo lo esconde todo
igual que el viento que esconde el agua
como las flores que esconde el lodo.
She had once heard it compared to dancing. Your partner, the crowd, music loud in your ears, you moved for them, breathed for them. You felt the muscles in your arms, legs. You leaped, strained, one movement, then another, blood pumping like fireworks in your head. Throw the ribbon, jump to catch it, don’t let it fall. Salvation in a gripped fist, a swift prayer to whatever deity might be watching. You couldn't take the time to really think, reaction was the only thing that would win you the day.
The music was important, set the wrong mood and the crowd would turn away from you, find another to dance with, another to love.
You had to get the movement right too, catch the ribbon and then one flip, two…Never let them know just exactly what you’d do next. Keep them guessing, keep them wanting, keep them coming back for more. That is what she’d learnt. That is what all the time between her parents death and now had taught her. You never showed your hand, you never let them know quite what you were thinking. They'd want you then, they'd have to, they couldn't help themselves any more then you could turn them away, because their interest was your salvation. Everybody loves a mystery, everyone wants to know the secret.
They’d keep coming back for more; they couldn’t help but come. They wanted to know who you really were. They wanted to know whether they could have some place in the dance.
She had lived her life as best she knew how. She had tried when she knew she was wrong, to change, to grow. It didn’t seem enough anymore. It didn’t seem enough to merely try, to go on thinking through things. She had never felt, not one day since her life was taken away had she ever allowed herself to feel.
Jubilee flipped the last piece of paper over, and smoothed down the edges. The last of the reading Scott had given her was finished. She could go to him any time now, start her training and somewhere, distant enough that she still couldn’t quite see it in the haze of the horizon, she might be an X-man.
She had never wanted for anything. She had never allowed herself a heart.
Till now.
Si un día me faltas no seré nada
y al mismo tiempo lo seré todo
porque en tus ojos están mis alas
y está la orilla donde me ahogo,
porque en tus ojos están mis alas
y está la orilla donde me ahogo.
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