Songs for the Captors

Tear In My Heart

A/N: SANDSKJFIDBSFKSNFHNDSKJFDKSATHISISGONNABESOCUTEIMMAUSEVERYDAMNLINEBETBUTITSREADYBESODAMNOOCBUTWHOCAAAAAAARES.

~~~Starting point~~~

HM was east Alternian, like you, but she wasn't from where you were. Her accent was different, rougher. You can't say you didn't like it though. She was teaching you some of her language and the only thing you've learned how to say is 'Hello'. It's a little embarrassing, but she giggles when you try.

An-nyŏng-ha-se-yo  

"Psiiiiiii! Come ooooon." She was dragging you somewhere, but you don't know where. You were delving deeper into the woods and you were getting kind of worried, but also embarrassed because she was holding your hand. It was also her laugh, you didn't really hear it a lot—especially not now—but she was laughing the entire time she was dragging you. It was musical and light.

HM made you feel alive, and you've been dead inside for sweeps. She made you feel a lot of stuff and your pity overflowed for her. She could never know that, that would ruin your entire friendship. But it's so much that it almost hurts. Is pity supposed to be painful or is this just a part of living?

Sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you're alive and have a soul, but it takes someone to come around and show you how

She's taken you to a river and looking at you like she expects you to remember it. You honestly don't and when you tell her, she huffs like her entire plan is ruined. "Explain," you tell her and she looks reluctant to do so, but you coax her into it.

"This is where we first met at. Remember? You fell in." She looks at you and you gasp. You almost died that day. Your psiioniics don't exactly protect you from water, doing the exact opposite. You're a living lightning storm, when has lightning and water ever mixed together well? When she bursts out laughing because of your sudden realization, you feel an even bigger swell of pity course through your entire body. This is what pity actually was. She motivates you and she's completely turned your life over, not even upside down. Over. You loved it.

She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive. She's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire. She's the tear in my heart, take me higher than I've ever been.

"Handmaid," you mumble and she almost—almost—panics. You don't call her Handmaid, ever, it's on the same level if not worse than if you were to call her Damara. She doesn't show much expression, but you see the panic briefly flash across her face. The best thing would be to calm her or say something like, "I need to talk to you about something," and make it worse. Which you do. "I need to talk to you, HM."

You lead her outside and sit on the grass with her, humming happily. She stays worringly quiet until you pull her in for a hug, then she just lays her head on your head. She's taller than you, still, and always has been. "What do you want to talk about?" She mumbles into your horn, nuzzling it playfully with her nose, and you almost laugh. You have to remember to be serious because you were about to tell her something important.

"Handmaaaid," you end up giggling anyway because she keeps doing it, purring against you and it makes you squirm. Your Handmaid is silly when she's with you. "I have to tell you thomething and it'th really important."

"What?" She gasps and you almost break out into another fit of laughter. It was so cute how worried she was being. "Stop laughing and tell me." She grumbles.

"I'm really..." you stop yourself and think before continuing, "I'm really red for you, HM. You and your face."

"What." Her face is expressionless but she's the deepest shade of maroon you have ever seen. It makes you grin and she smacks your shoulder with a hiss of, "stop it, you embarrassing little goblin," and then you laugh. "But I need your response."

"I'm red for you and your face too." Handmaid mumbles and you give her a crooked smile, tilting your head like a puppy. She pulls you to lay on her lap and pets you when you finally do move. "But I haven't had a matesprit in a while."

"Thame. It'th whatever." You shrug and she just continues to play with your hair, not really having much to say after that.

The songs on the radio are okay, but my taste in music is your face.

You hate train rides. You cannot deal with them, but your HM has to travel and she made it a relationship rule that when she travels, you come with her because you weren't going to be a 'hivehusband'. She says it's because you're getting pale but you're naturally pale. Whatever. You're perfectly fine being alone and antisocial.

Right now, Handmaid was asleep cuddled against your side. You had your arm around her and you were trying so hard to not move and disturb her. She was amazingly cute when asleep and you really loved that about her. You were getting itchy though, like usual. You sigh through your nose and continues messing around with her hair.

You fell asleep in my car I drove the whole time but that's okay I'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine.

Handmaid was asleep during an entire emergency train stop. There was a need for track repairs and someone's barkbeast had...smaller barkbeasts. You kept her asleep through all of this by petting her hair and redoing her braids randomly. Throughout all of it, she just made little noises and snored but she was mostly undisturbed. It was cute, she was cute. It was cuter when she held onto your hand, grabbing it in her sleep. You nuzzled her hand and she seemingly cooed, smiling a little.

I'm driving here I sit cursing my government for not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement.

~~~Finish line~~~

A/N: This took forever :D "Next song probably won't," I lie. Until next time. – Sollux the Writer. I just didn't use the chorus every single time, but would this count as using every line like promised back on October? 

Underline #1: Yes, someone's dog had puppies, don't ask XD