Alva Keel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asinglewordwilldo) wrote2007-03-05 03:36 pm
asinglewordwilldo) wrote2007-03-05 03:36 pm
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[FM] MARCH - Annuals Lyrics
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needmycoffee.))
The pain in her stare is drawing me shapes
oh, so fair.
The pain in her stare is making me wish I was there
with something to declare.
“Lorelai, honestly...it’s nothing. ‘Tis but a scratch and all that.”
She’d appreciated the Monty Python reference, but let him have it for the bruised jaw he’d earned himself the day after arriving in town for what was becoming his customary weekend stay.
It started that night, simply enough. When Lorelai showed up at the Dragonfly that evening, she was feeling low...Alva could tell. He hadn’t know her very long, but he’d learned enough of her witticisms and humor to decipher the subtext in her jokes and gibes that she’d seen something unpleasant...and it had to do with her former fiancee and the woman he was now seeing.
Alva probably shouldn’t have taken that opportunity to go down to the diner and introduce himself...but her pain bothered him. A great deal.
“My name is Alva Keel...I’m currently dating your former fiancee.”
Alva had *almost* expected it when Luke punched him, not even bothering to come out from behind the counter to do it.
Alva was damn sure Luke hadn’t expected *him* to punch back, splitting his lip before grabbing him by the front of his filthy flannel shirt and nearly hauling him over the counter.
“You never get to do that again. You don’t get to protect her anymore...not when you’re hurting her so badly.”
There might have been more, but the look in Luke’s eyes shifted, albeit subtly. It was a softening...an understanding of the reality he was now living in.
“You English people like tea, right? I got some herbal, if you want...”
After that complimentary cup of tea, he’d left the diner and even shook Luke’s hand...he’d come for a little payback on Lorelai’s behalf, and walked away with a new respect for the man she had almost married...perhaps, in the long run, he’d even made himself a friend of Luke Danes.
Alva had taken up a mantle that night...the mantle of the one who would take care of her. Changing water bottles, doing repairs, listening to rants and tirades, and being available for Rory as needed.
The Gilmore girls were a hardy, independent duo...but when they stumbled, it was Alva’s job to catch them now. And he just prayed to God he was worthy of the task.
Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: Miracles
Words: 416
needmycoffee.))The pain in her stare is drawing me shapes
oh, so fair.
The pain in her stare is making me wish I was there
with something to declare.
“Lorelai, honestly...it’s nothing. ‘Tis but a scratch and all that.”
She’d appreciated the Monty Python reference, but let him have it for the bruised jaw he’d earned himself the day after arriving in town for what was becoming his customary weekend stay.
It started that night, simply enough. When Lorelai showed up at the Dragonfly that evening, she was feeling low...Alva could tell. He hadn’t know her very long, but he’d learned enough of her witticisms and humor to decipher the subtext in her jokes and gibes that she’d seen something unpleasant...and it had to do with her former fiancee and the woman he was now seeing.
Alva probably shouldn’t have taken that opportunity to go down to the diner and introduce himself...but her pain bothered him. A great deal.
“My name is Alva Keel...I’m currently dating your former fiancee.”
Alva had *almost* expected it when Luke punched him, not even bothering to come out from behind the counter to do it.
Alva was damn sure Luke hadn’t expected *him* to punch back, splitting his lip before grabbing him by the front of his filthy flannel shirt and nearly hauling him over the counter.
“You never get to do that again. You don’t get to protect her anymore...not when you’re hurting her so badly.”
There might have been more, but the look in Luke’s eyes shifted, albeit subtly. It was a softening...an understanding of the reality he was now living in.
“You English people like tea, right? I got some herbal, if you want...”
After that complimentary cup of tea, he’d left the diner and even shook Luke’s hand...he’d come for a little payback on Lorelai’s behalf, and walked away with a new respect for the man she had almost married...perhaps, in the long run, he’d even made himself a friend of Luke Danes.
Alva had taken up a mantle that night...the mantle of the one who would take care of her. Changing water bottles, doing repairs, listening to rants and tirades, and being available for Rory as needed.
The Gilmore girls were a hardy, independent duo...but when they stumbled, it was Alva’s job to catch them now. And he just prayed to God he was worthy of the task.
Muse: Alva Keel
Fandom: Miracles
Words: 416