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Head Over Heels:: A JiMel Fic: Chapter Two
The Duchess Annaleigh's house was enormous. Sure, their own castle was ten times bigger than any normal home, but compared the flat fields surrounding the manor, hers was a mountain. Emerald lawns dotted the front walk, boxwoods trimmed into horses and fish were spotted in abundance, and fancy carriages were packed along the gravel drive. As the royal carriage jolted its way up this path, Princess Melody glued her face to the window, eyeing the elaborately clothed guests.
"It's not nearly time for the party yet, why on earth are so many people here already?" Melody asked.
Eric and Ariel exchanged a knowing glance. "Your aunt is a bit festive." Her father said with a grin. "She's fairly well known for her parties and the best part is always the beginning."
"She'll be very excited to see you, Melody, she's apparently whipped up something very nice for you tonight." Ariel added.
Melody unstuck her face from the window. "You mean, like clothes?" She said dubious
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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