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       I'll Play The Blues For You 
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: February 28, 2019, 4:46 pm
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       (  inspired by I'll Play The Blues For You by Daniel Castro  )
       V crossed the room toward her as she chose a song on his
       jukebox, quietly stepping up behind the woman with at least a
       foot between them, and as soon as she turned, she was in his
       arms. This wasn't the usual stance for a dancing couple, but he
       had wanted to hold onto someone for so long, and to be given a
       reminder of what that felt like. Helene was more than willing to
       let him have this experience; she understood his past hurt, that
       he was still hurting to this day, and the pair of them ignored
       the fact that they were not actually a couple as they danced.
       She allowed herself to rest lay her head upon his broad chest,
       padded with the material that kept him both safe and invisible,
       hiding every scar that was there beneath it all. V dropped his
       chin down to rest atop her head and simply continued holding
       her, as they moved slowly in small circles about the open space.
       He had debated on lending his voice along with the artist, but
       second guessed himself too soon to even challenge the idea.
       Helene could sing well, he knew this, so there was some sort of
       insecurity relating to his own abilities, but this was him to a
       t because he feared scaring her off. Raising her head, the woman
       chose to gaze up at him for a little while, ever wondering what
       the face behind the mask looked like, never having been given a
       clear response to proddings everytime she broached the topic
       with him and she remained curious. Her hands then lifted,
       slowly, fingers resting on either side of the mask as if to pull
       it away from the unknown face beneath it, but his own hands flew
       up to stop her from doing so all too quickly.
       ' Helene, please.. ' was all he said, bringing her hands back
       down to his chest where they were resting before, then taking a
       few steps away from the woman as he was now fretting being too
       close, should she attempt the same again.
       ' I'm sorry, V. I hate not knowing what you look like.. that
       need is greater than any I have ever had in my life, ' she
       states, pulling her arms back up to warm herself from the chill
       he left when he let her out of his arms. ' I would love to see
       you, just once, but I won't push you. '
       V tipped his face downward just a fraction, as if to bow his
       head in shame to hide from the fact she had been longing for
       that vision for some months now and he had denied her the
       satisfaction every single time. He brought his right hand up to
       hold over his heart in silent apology, about to turn and exit
       the main room, before the jukebox began another track and the
       words that followed tugged at his emotions as it seemed to tug
       at hers, too. The look in her eyes was one of pure longing, but
       he did not understand the full extent of said longing, always
       unsure of himself in his ability to read what he considered
       impossible expressions on anothers face, especially when the
       expression itself rested in the eyes alone. Hers were not so
       simple - she's always got large, brown, doe eyes that draw him
       in, he realises, but they were not as clear to him as the pages
       of a book.
       god help me if i'm right
       god help me if i'm wrong
       don't wanna put up a fight
       but you've been gone too long
       i need to see you
       Helene approached him again as his gaze remained fixed on her
       and this time he did not move back away from her, instead he
       opened his arms for her to get as close to his chest as she was
       able, her hands finding their place there once more. V's hands
       covered her own as he brought them up to his mask, silent as he
       did so, but his silence was clearly understood given his actions
       and she released a long sigh, while she heard the thumping of
       his heart against his ribs. A soft smile rested on her face and
       a twinkle found its way into her eyes as she slowly pulled the
       mask away from his face to finally see the man beneath it all.
       The wig he wore came free with it as she pulled it down to the
       side of them, keeping it clasped in one hand, but tears began to
       slide down her cheeks at the sight before her. He seemed to
       mistake her sadness as believing him to be as vile looking as he
       thought he was and he went to turn away once more, but she
       dropped the mask on the ground with a clutter and grasped his
       upper arms to keep him still in front of her. Through her tears,
       there was still a smile upon her face and it seemed to brighten
       all the more the longer she looked up at him.
       There was scarring everywhere she looked; the end result of
       being burned alive, or so it looked to her. It was horrendous,
       the damage that had been caused by what he had gone through all
       those years ago, but she did not shy away from him, nor did she
       make any remarks. Instead, she stood on tiptoes, her hands
       coming up to hold onto his shoulders as she pressed her lips to
       the end of his nose. V was understandably taken back by just how
       forward she was being with him, especially now that she knew
       what he looked like and what he was always trying to hide, but
       his arms secured tight around her waist as he gave her a tight
       squeeze. The man lost all strength in his legs as he dropped to
       his knees in front of her, hugging her waist to be sure she was
       real and she was still right there adoring him regardless of
       what he looked like. He pressed the side of his face against her
       stomach, arms tight around her midsection as her hands came up
       to run her fingers through the patchy mounds of hair that
       remained on his head, unphased by his current condition because
       to her, she still found him beautiful. She already loved him.
       They were nothing more than friends, or had been for some time,
       but there was something stirring inside of her now as he had
       allowed himself to be so vulnerable, never having shown anyone
       even an inch of his body since the accident. He held her
       tighter, hugging her closer still as his tears rolled from his
       eyes and soaked the thin material of her shirt, before she
       encouraged him to stand again if he could and rested one hand on
       the side of his face, guiding him down to her level, where she
       offered a gentle kiss to his lips. They were not totally smooth
       as they had been a long time ago. She'd anticipated that, of
       course, but it did not take away from the fact that the pair of
       them felt the familiarity of love as soon as he kissed her back.
       ' Helene.. ' he breathed against her mouth, pulling her so close
       into his arms that she came up a little off the ground and
       gasped, her smile wider as she gave him another kiss, her own
       arms winding around his neck for some stability as her fingers
       gently brushed his cheek, but his scarring there was softer than
       silk and she let him know this, as her kisses moved to every
       inch of his face to chase away any remaining self doubt he had.
       ' Thank you for loving me. '
       ' V, you don't know just how much, ' she confessed, both their
       words bringing tears to her eyes again as he rested his forehead
       against her own.
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       Re: I'll Play The Blues For You 
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: February 28, 2019, 7:46 pm
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       Oh. My. Good. Gods.
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       See that gif above right there? See it? That's me right now. I'm
       a freaking mess because I now ship the hell out of Helene and V.
       The love she has for him ( and he for her ) is so pure that it
       transcends barriers. What he thought she thought of him  in
       terms of his appearance damn near broke my heart and when she
       just smiled as it got brighter and brighter the more I cried out
       of happiness for him. I freaking lost it at 'Thank you for
       loving me.' I just. Please please please for the love of the
       gods and all that is sacred and holy tell me you're seriously
       looking for an agent and publishing house because you were born
       to write. I felt like I was intruding on Helene and V in a very
       private vulnerable moment. I was there I tell you! Also, please
       tell me you'll pick this one up every once and a while and add
       to it because like I said before, I ship them so damn hard now.
       P.S. I've fallen for the song as well that inspired this piece.
       So much so that I hunted down the band's website and signed up
       for the newsletter. Thank you thank you thank you! <333
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