just thinking about how much i love my best friend. we can sit in silence or talk for hours about anything. even if i’m in a terrible mood before i’m with her, i always leave our hangouts feeling happy & rejuvenated. i have a tendency to make bad choices in life, but whenever i’m with her, i truly do feel in my soul that she’s a good influence on me. sometimes i wish i were more like her. she resets my dark spirit. she warms my cold heart and makes me whole again. there’s no person in the world like her, and i like her just the way she is. i like to think she feels the same way about me. we don’t try to fix each other, we just…are. we see each others flaws, and we’re always there to talk each other through our respective problems. i like doing things alone, but i like doing things with her just a little bit more. i’m glad i didn’t die before i met her. i love you, ceili :)
I met a Student who clad himself in arrogance and iron. He came to Elsewhere because Elsewhere took what he had.
He says he had, no, has a Sister. The Damned Fey, always the Damned Fey never The Gentry, took her and he came to take her home. He wears an ever shifting name of folklore, girding himself in old stories and arming himself with lore. A fiddle lies strung over his back and he looks all in the eyes. Aviators stained with Silver Nitrite sit on his face as he peers past what we are meant to know.
He tells stories to any who listen. Tam Lin to those who have fallen in love, Solidarity Forever to those who stand in the Changeling Union, He sings of Silver and Steel to the Knights who watch him with worry. He sings of the Fiddler and the Fairy Queen in the late of night, taunting and daring any to come find him. He breaks all the rules and yet, he has not been taken.
Some say this is because the Gentry are afraid of him, afraid of human arrogance and wit put to a single task, but this is false. Some say they know what he wants and are doing their best to keep it from him, this is more true, but also false. In whispers and silent tales, in the corners of libraries and haze of weed smoke, they say he’s been here before. In ‘87, in '45, when before the University was opened and before even that. They say it’s a story, a trap, a loop, a curse. A man stuck fighting for what he wants, unable to ever get it. That’s why they say he knows the tales, the lore, the legend. They say because he lived it.
I don’t know the truth, but when I was eating lunch, he saddled up to my table with a knife smile that reached his eyes. “Gotta story to tell you, lass” he said, “If you’ll listen of course.” I knew the Rules and so shied away, but he pressed on. “Stories are powerful things, the Damned Fey know that of course, that’s why they took my sister. She beat them once, turned emotion into music and beat the Queen at her own game. Smoke and Ash and Darkness are nothing compared to love and life and joy.” He never dropped the knife smile, showing more teeth than happiness, “They have a name for her. It’s written in the stories and in the songs, etched into the world as her last act. I chase those stories and those songs, bringing them together so she may find her way home.”
He stood up, stole my brownie and walked into the University Green we shouldn’t look at. He walked right up to the statue of the fiddler in the middle, all celtic gown and joyful eye’d, and placed it at her feet as an offering.
“To tell you the truth,” he calls out, Fey Things and Cats scattering at the sudden noise, “Almost forgot what she looked like till you came along. Good luck on your studies, Granddaughter, I hear Music Theory is a pain.”
Was my crime that I loved you too fiercely? Not a crime against you, but a crime against myself- that I placed value in someone who did not value me. That I viewed you as something to be treasured when you viewed me as disposable.
@accioinvisibilitycloak reblogged your post and said:
#‘but youre not benedick’ AGGH I CANT SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH
#she doesnt want to but she does
#i love the idea that shes already starting to realize she loves benedick before the overhearing scenes even happen
#i love much ado with all my heart god its so good
#and this fic is so good
Thank you so much, Ceili!
I love the idea that Beatrice was already realising her feelings too. I think Benedick might have needed that extra push from overhearing the men talking, but there are so many hints that Beatrice was already there; she just needed the encouragement to believe her feelings might be requited. (Beatrice’s comment to Don Pedro that she once gave Benedick “a double heart for his single one”, Hero’s instinctively knowing who “Signoir Mountanto” was in the opening scene, Beatrice saying that Benedick challenged Cupid, to name just a few.)
I’m so glad to hear you enjoyed this, and thank you for sharing it with others too. Xx
Performed by: Dancers from Hession School of Irish Dance (Eleanor Burke, Rebecca Connelly, Roisin Corrigan, Leona Donoghue, Aiofe Lyons, Lynne McNally, Elaine Moylan, Anna Sheil), Saoirse Ronan, and Ed Sheeran
Number: “Galway Girl”
Style: Ceili
From: Official music video for “Galway Girl” by Ed Sheeran (2017)
