In Harmony and Unison
By: Jessica R Vance
Rating: G
Summary: Jemima fic that parallels music and love.
Disclaimer: Bite meeeeee... bite me haaaaaard...
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You have the voice of an angel, Jemima. Everyone knows it. Beautiful, clear, pure as crystal. And inspired. Everything around you inspires you into song.
But do you have someone to sing with you?
I would sing with you, if I could. But my voice is nothing special. Nothing worthy of the angelic sound that escapes from your lips. You need someone who can live up to you. The Growltiger to your Griddlebone.
I see you swoon over toms like Tugger and Alonzo, and I wonder what you see in them. They're flirts, flirts that are beneath you, but you don't seem to realize it. You don't seem to mind that you soar above them in every way. Or do you realize it, and just not care? Or...
Or do you think that they are better than you?
If you let yourself think that, you will never find someone who is good enough for you! I've seen you look at me before, seen a look in your eyes that tells me you think you love me. But you can't let yourself think that, my angel. I will never be what you need... what you deserve.
I've heard your songs late at night. Your moonlight serenades that you think no one hears. I hear them. And I cry. Your songs are full of sorrow and loneliness, because you think that you will never be loved. You think I don't love you. I'm sorry you believe that, because...
I do.
But I cannot complete your duet. You don't need my voice to blend with yours. Everyone knows that one voice that is out of tune can destroy a whole choir. So why take the chance of my tones ruining yours? The risk is too great. I can't let you take it.
You're singing right now. Singing to the moon. Your voice rising and lilting and swaying with the breeze. It's as though I can't tear my eyes and ears away from you.
"Moonlight shining on my face,
Reflecting my tears into the night.
Shining like stars out of their place,
Reflecting what I know isn't right..."
What does that mean?
"Though I gaze in his eyes
Like a meeting of chance,
He turns away in undue surprise,
Giving me less than a glance..."
Great Heavyside, Jemima! You're... you're singing...
About me.
I feel myself floating onto the old wreck of a car next to you. My mouth opens and my voice begins to intertwine with yours.
"Love is a tender emotion, dear.
Don't mistake it for a kind word.
You must be sure of what you hear,
Not mistaken, what others have heard."
You turn to me, your eyes wide with wonder at what you are hearing. I don't know what you're thinking, and I wish I could read your mind right now. But your song will tell me instead.
With a small, gentle smile that makes my knees weak, you continue.
"I know what I know,
And what I know is true..."
I know what you are going to say. By some mystical message, some force that no one can see, I sing with you...
"Wherever in this world I go,
I only want to be with...
You."
The last traces of our harmony fade into the night and you thrust your head under my chin and nuzzle me. I nearly faint, but manage to make my legs obey me. You sigh.
"I didn't know you could sing so well, Mistoffelees."
~Fin~
By: Jessica R Vance
Rating: G
Summary: Jemima fic that parallels music and love.
Disclaimer: Bite meeeeee... bite me haaaaaard...
~*~
You have the voice of an angel, Jemima. Everyone knows it. Beautiful, clear, pure as crystal. And inspired. Everything around you inspires you into song.
But do you have someone to sing with you?
I would sing with you, if I could. But my voice is nothing special. Nothing worthy of the angelic sound that escapes from your lips. You need someone who can live up to you. The Growltiger to your Griddlebone.
I see you swoon over toms like Tugger and Alonzo, and I wonder what you see in them. They're flirts, flirts that are beneath you, but you don't seem to realize it. You don't seem to mind that you soar above them in every way. Or do you realize it, and just not care? Or...
Or do you think that they are better than you?
If you let yourself think that, you will never find someone who is good enough for you! I've seen you look at me before, seen a look in your eyes that tells me you think you love me. But you can't let yourself think that, my angel. I will never be what you need... what you deserve.
I've heard your songs late at night. Your moonlight serenades that you think no one hears. I hear them. And I cry. Your songs are full of sorrow and loneliness, because you think that you will never be loved. You think I don't love you. I'm sorry you believe that, because...
I do.
But I cannot complete your duet. You don't need my voice to blend with yours. Everyone knows that one voice that is out of tune can destroy a whole choir. So why take the chance of my tones ruining yours? The risk is too great. I can't let you take it.
You're singing right now. Singing to the moon. Your voice rising and lilting and swaying with the breeze. It's as though I can't tear my eyes and ears away from you.
"Moonlight shining on my face,
Reflecting my tears into the night.
Shining like stars out of their place,
Reflecting what I know isn't right..."
What does that mean?
"Though I gaze in his eyes
Like a meeting of chance,
He turns away in undue surprise,
Giving me less than a glance..."
Great Heavyside, Jemima! You're... you're singing...
About me.
I feel myself floating onto the old wreck of a car next to you. My mouth opens and my voice begins to intertwine with yours.
"Love is a tender emotion, dear.
Don't mistake it for a kind word.
You must be sure of what you hear,
Not mistaken, what others have heard."
You turn to me, your eyes wide with wonder at what you are hearing. I don't know what you're thinking, and I wish I could read your mind right now. But your song will tell me instead.
With a small, gentle smile that makes my knees weak, you continue.
"I know what I know,
And what I know is true..."
I know what you are going to say. By some mystical message, some force that no one can see, I sing with you...
"Wherever in this world I go,
I only want to be with...
You."
The last traces of our harmony fade into the night and you thrust your head under my chin and nuzzle me. I nearly faint, but manage to make my legs obey me. You sigh.
"I didn't know you could sing so well, Mistoffelees."
~Fin~