Trust in Memory
Title: Trust in Memory
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Ambrose, Azkadellia, Glitch/Azkadellia
Rating: G
Summary: He has told her more than once that rhythm of dance comes from the soul and she feels sure now that if that’s so, music is straight from the heart and it tells a person’s deepest truths...
Warning: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 586
Notes: Back after an initial tiny attack of nerves! An endeavor into post-eclipse and pre-witch! Not beta'd so pardon any errors. For eleanor_ariail, kseda, and oddsbobs who all appreciate a nice set of hands.
She seems to float over him and he’s excited and terrified, his stomach full of butterflies- or maybe they’re mobats; it’s hard to tell when you can’t see them. Her body is warm over his and she looks at him with eyes that study and search.
“Are you ok?” Azkadellia asks the question softly. Her voice holds a note of concern.
“Yeah, fine,” Glitch says quickly. “Better than fine- I’m-” He pauses, trying to think of what comes after fine, but it doesn’t come to him so he smiles a little sheepishly and she kisses him lightly.
“You’re sure?” She asks as she draws away, looking down into his eyes.
Glitch looks back and feels a sort of comfort. The eyes that hold his now have warmth in them that the Witch never could have mustered. “I’m sure.” He’s pretty sure, and her warm weight is nice.
Azkadellia nods. She fears he might feel trapped by her like this, but she trusts his answer. She reaches down and draws one of his hands up to look at it. Those eyes with their warmth take in each long finger, trying to memorize that hand, lest she ever lose it again. Her mind flickers to an evening in the Northern Palace, she and her mother and the queen’s adviser sit by a cozy fire as snow falls thick outside and the Queen asks Ambrose if he’ll show the princess how he can play the harp.
He smiles sheepishly- the expression is still the same today when Glitch makes it- and nods with a “Yes, Majesty.” Then he moves to sit by the harp that the queen had fallen in love with because it would be perfect in this place. He sits and shifts himself so the instrument fits to him, and then he leans in and begins to pick out a tune. He casts a sidelong glance at the Queen and her daughter as he plucks those first tentative notes, but then his gaze returns half-lidded to his hands and starts to really play. Azkadellia leans forward and watches him and the emotions that flicker over his face, and the harp is like an extension of him. His hands are so precise and graceful and he seems to caress the strings and draw out the music. He has told her more than once that rhythm of dance comes from the soul and she feels sure now that if that’s so, music is straight from the heart and it tells a person’s deepest truths and she wishes she could understand the language and know what this music is saying.
When he finishes playing and leans back from the harp, the Queen claps but Azkadellia just looks at him with quiet wonder.
Now Azkadellia gazes at Glitch with that same expression and she wonders if he can remember that night.
“What…?” He tilts his head, looking up at her in puzzlement. “Did I remember something?” Sometimes he does remember, but a moment later it’s gone and he can’t remember remembering at all.
“No,” Azkadellia shakes her head and she looks wistful now. “I did.”
“Was it a good memory?” His fingers twine with Azkadellia’s and she nods.
“It was.” She moves, resting her head on his chest, looking at their clasped hands that rest over his heart now. “You’ll remember too, someday.”
Glitch smiles. He trusts her.
She closes her eyes and starts to hum the tune that he'd played so long ago on a cold night in the north.
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Ambrose, Azkadellia, Glitch/Azkadellia
Rating: G
Summary: He has told her more than once that rhythm of dance comes from the soul and she feels sure now that if that’s so, music is straight from the heart and it tells a person’s deepest truths...
Warning: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 586
Notes: Back after an initial tiny attack of nerves! An endeavor into post-eclipse and pre-witch! Not beta'd so pardon any errors. For eleanor_ariail, kseda, and oddsbobs who all appreciate a nice set of hands.
She seems to float over him and he’s excited and terrified, his stomach full of butterflies- or maybe they’re mobats; it’s hard to tell when you can’t see them. Her body is warm over his and she looks at him with eyes that study and search.
“Are you ok?” Azkadellia asks the question softly. Her voice holds a note of concern.
“Yeah, fine,” Glitch says quickly. “Better than fine- I’m-” He pauses, trying to think of what comes after fine, but it doesn’t come to him so he smiles a little sheepishly and she kisses him lightly.
“You’re sure?” She asks as she draws away, looking down into his eyes.
Glitch looks back and feels a sort of comfort. The eyes that hold his now have warmth in them that the Witch never could have mustered. “I’m sure.” He’s pretty sure, and her warm weight is nice.
Azkadellia nods. She fears he might feel trapped by her like this, but she trusts his answer. She reaches down and draws one of his hands up to look at it. Those eyes with their warmth take in each long finger, trying to memorize that hand, lest she ever lose it again. Her mind flickers to an evening in the Northern Palace, she and her mother and the queen’s adviser sit by a cozy fire as snow falls thick outside and the Queen asks Ambrose if he’ll show the princess how he can play the harp.
He smiles sheepishly- the expression is still the same today when Glitch makes it- and nods with a “Yes, Majesty.” Then he moves to sit by the harp that the queen had fallen in love with because it would be perfect in this place. He sits and shifts himself so the instrument fits to him, and then he leans in and begins to pick out a tune. He casts a sidelong glance at the Queen and her daughter as he plucks those first tentative notes, but then his gaze returns half-lidded to his hands and starts to really play. Azkadellia leans forward and watches him and the emotions that flicker over his face, and the harp is like an extension of him. His hands are so precise and graceful and he seems to caress the strings and draw out the music. He has told her more than once that rhythm of dance comes from the soul and she feels sure now that if that’s so, music is straight from the heart and it tells a person’s deepest truths and she wishes she could understand the language and know what this music is saying.
When he finishes playing and leans back from the harp, the Queen claps but Azkadellia just looks at him with quiet wonder.
Now Azkadellia gazes at Glitch with that same expression and she wonders if he can remember that night.
“What…?” He tilts his head, looking up at her in puzzlement. “Did I remember something?” Sometimes he does remember, but a moment later it’s gone and he can’t remember remembering at all.
“No,” Azkadellia shakes her head and she looks wistful now. “I did.”
“Was it a good memory?” His fingers twine with Azkadellia’s and she nods.
“It was.” She moves, resting her head on his chest, looking at their clasped hands that rest over his heart now. “You’ll remember too, someday.”
Glitch smiles. He trusts her.
She closes her eyes and starts to hum the tune that he'd played so long ago on a cold night in the north.