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Wednesday, 8:29 am in Music

Ah, crap!  We’re late this week.  I bet you thought we’d finished, hadn’t you?  Hah, wrong!  While there are technically only two UN books, I’ve also been occasionally writing a series of random drabbles set sometime after UNII and likely at the ends of both the Corner and UM series.  Thus far they feature Loki, Miriah and ‘good’!Tara wandering around in a kind of Dark Tower/post-apocalyptic landscape.  Why?  Nobody knows, though it’s hinted that their respective worlds have been annihilated or at least been subjected to some irrevocable tragedy.  The only other occupants sighted thus far in this otherworld have been the ‘shadowraiths’, which aren’t described but let’s just say “LULZ I PLAYED KINGDOM HEARTS“… though knowing me they’re probably more like Silent Hill than KH.  The very sketchy plot I had featured everyone walking towards a large structure in the distance which Loki sees as a tree (the Yggdrasil, to be exact) and Miriah sees as the Dark Tower… of course, then I was like, “LULZ MAKE UP YOUR OWN PLOT” so didn’t mention that idea to anyone.

… crap.

#3.1 Wolfmother, “The Joker and the Thief”

Always laughing in the midst of power
Always living in the final hour
There is always sweet in sour
So, we are not goin’ home

Wraiths screamed as the figure under them jumped high on powerful hind-limbs, scattering them aside as it landed, impossibly, halfway up the vertical side of a nearby building.  Two tried to follow and were quickly picked off by another two bullets.  A moment later, she felt a rush of air and a powerful heat as her new found companion landed a hairsbreadth behind her; an impossibly huge, shiny black pistol drawing level with her own two revolvers.  The three remaining wraiths hissed and spat, slithering across surfaces like semi-solid black oil, eyes glinting cold and hateful.  Two versus three; suddenly, it didn’t seem like a fair fight. (“The Kid’s Are(n’t) All Right”)

#3.2 Mika, “Grace Kelly”

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I’m a little bit shy
Why don’t you like me?
Why don’t you like me without making me try?

Suddenly, I’m hit with a ridiculous desire to catch up over coffee, to ask about Pea and the Ice Queen and, yes, even the Hollow Ghost and I have to laugh at the banality of it all.  For a moment Miriah just looks at me like I’m mad, before finally joining in.  I’m glad no-one else is around to hear us; I somehow doubt the sound is either pleasant or reassuring.  For a while after that we just sit in silence, Miriah sitting on her hands and swinging her legs playfully.  She’s grinning a deep, gallows grin and her eyes are bleak and dangerous.  In that moment, for the first time, I realise that she really is beautiful.  I don’t think she realises it; I think maybe that’s what makes it so powerful. (“The Kid’s Are(n’t) All Right”)

#3.3 Tiga, “Far From Home”

My heart takes a hit and then my heart hits back
And each day I find comfort in the fact
I listen to my friends when they say
“Man, just relax ‘cause it’s all a game”
I found they’re right and now I see
I’m gonna have my fun, what will be will be

Loki said nothing and somehow that was exactly what she wanted to hear.  He simply stood there, hands strong and kind against her back and she burrowed her sooty, blood-and-tear streaked face against his hot, scarred chest.  This close, he smelt like cinnamon and smouldering sandalwood, the fur from his coat tickling her nose and ghosting across her exposed arms.  He was real.  In  this place, this burning apocalypse, he was real and solid and warm and paradoxically alive, even though the chest underneath her cheek was as still as marble, and no heartbeat echoed in her ears.  Somehow, he didn’t need them; the life oozed out of him along with the heat and the smooth, shimmering vibrancy of his skin, somehow still clean despite everything. (unknown)

#3.4 The Cock Diesel, “Foreplay”
Hesitantly, I reach out, picking a claw around the edge of the red tape and slowly pulling it free from the wood.  Paint and splinters come with it, and where it exposes the wall I can see a dark red-black ooze begin to slowly well in the cheap pulp-wood.  After a moment, Miriah joins in.  As the tape come off the door itself begins to bulge outwards, eventually popping open under its own warped frame as we pull the final piece away.  We both take an involuntary half-step backwards as it swings outwards, pushed open by the thick, cloying smell of rotting flesh. (“Red August”)

#3.5 The Darkness, “Stuck in a Rut”

The road is long and the lights are bright
Just ‘cos you’ve lived here all your life doesn’t make it alright
And the Golden Mile is paved with shite
Don’t mind telling you I’m sick of walking up and down it every single fucking night

She wasn’t dead, and she was almost surprised; the massive claws wrapped around her body were holding her with the infinite yet awkward care of a small child with a cherished mouse, and when she finally dared open her eyes she saw the ground spinning away at a dizzying pace, the wind loud in her ears.  Loki held her close to his chest, and she supposed the vision should have been terrifying – it was, in a way – but somehow she wasn’t frightened.  He wouldn’t drop her, although she couldn’t quite help the way her hands clung tightly to an index finger almost the thickness of her whole body.  Their upwards ascent angled abruptly and she couldn’t help the gasp as they changed tack and the rift came once more into view she watched in horror as black shapes began to separate from the writhing mass, rising too-quickly towards them. (unknown)

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