. . All the love I've met, I have no regrets . . (zeldaophelia) wrote in hplyric,
. . All the love I've met, I have no regrets . .
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FIC: Amongst the Elder Trees

Title: Amongst the elder trees
Author: zeldaophelia
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: minor characters, death!fic of a sort
Lyrics: Playboy Mommy by Tori Amos from perch_and_creep



Amongst the Elder Trees
by Zelda Ophelia


A harsh wind blew from the north, nearly sweeping her feet from out from under her. Still, Morag continued onwards, moving deeper and deeper into the cemetery, making her way further and further in to the plot she was seeking. It was situated amongst the elder and willow trees near a small stream that wound its way through the graveyard.

She settled herself down between two of the smaller trees and brushed the dead leaves and grass littering the grave aside. For the longest time no words came, instead she sat there in silence, enjoying what she could of the cool fall day and remembering their comfortable companionship in days gone by.

Eventually, though, she spoke. Talking to no one, talking to him.

"It's getting cold again, a new winter setting in. There will be snow soon, I'm certain. Do you remember the fun we had when it snowed? The snowball fights and the ice skating on the lake?

"I miss you." She spoke softly, her words carried away by the wind. Wiping a tear away she tipped her head upwards and watched the clouds rolling by overhead. Morag couldn't help but wonder if maybe he really was up there, if maybe he could hear her words. If maybe he did watch over her as she continued on in this life without him.

She sat there for a long time, thinking of the words she planned to say next, it hurt to just think about them and she felt as if she was letting him down. But she had to say them and she had to go through with it.

"I'll be leaving soon. Before the snow comes. I'm not sure where to, maybe somewhere where the orchids grow. You remember how much I love those flowers, you gave me a bouquet of them for my birthday." She nibbled on her lip and then took a deep breath. "I need to leave, to get out of here, away from the aftermath of everything. Someplace warm, I think. I've got a few friends who have offered to put me up for a while."

Morag wiped away a tear and pulled a kerchief from her pocket as more followed. "I don't plan on coming back. I can't, not... not for a long time at least. It hurts too much now, even after this long. There's no place for me here, not anymore."

She couldn't see through the tears now, the came too quickly and grew so cold on her cheek. The wind had picked up and now blowing her long hair all around her face.

And yet, strangely enough, she could feel what felt like his hand, brushing the fly-away strands behind her ear as was his habit.

He understood. And he'd still watch over her, even if she wasn't in England.

Carefully she placed the flowers she carried on his grace, plucking a bit at them, making certain they were just right. Then she pressed a kiss to two fingers, pressing them against the headstone. With a soft sigh she stood, ran her hand along the top of the marker and then turned to leave. Even as she walked away she could still see it in her mind's eye.

Roger Davies
Beloved fiance, brave fighter against
You-Know-Who,
He will be missed.









Playboy Mommy
by Tori Amos

In my platforms
I hit the floor
Fell face down
Didn't help my brain out
Then the baby came
Before I found
The magic how
To keep her happy
I never was the fantasy
Of what you want
Wanted me to be

Don't judge me so harsh little girl
So you got a Playboy mommy
But when you tell 'em my name
And you want to cross that bridge
All on your own
Little girl they'll do you no harm
Cause they know
Your Playboy mommy
But when you tell 'em my name
From here to Birmingham
I got a few friends

I never was there when it counts
I get my way
You're so like me
You seemed ashamed
Ashamed that I was
A good friend of American soldiers
I'll say it loud here by your grave
Those angels can't
Ever take my place

Don't judge me so harsh little girl
So you got a Playboy mommy
But when you tell 'em my name
And you want to cross that bridge
All on your own
Little girl they'll do you no harm
Cause they know
Your Playboy mommy
But when you tell 'em my name
I got a few friends

Somewhere where the orchids grow
I can't find those church bells
That played when you died
Played Gloria
Talkin 'bout Hosanah

Don't judge me so harsh little girl
So you got a Playboy mommy
Come home
But when you tell those soldiers my name
And cross that bridge
All on your own
Little girl they'll do you no harm
Cause they know
Your Playboy mommy
But I'll be home
I'll be home
To take you in my arms
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