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03.11.2013 , 08:49 AM |
Music to Calm the Soul
No spoilers, timeline is well after ch 3, and you know who it is
Thunder boomed and the house shook as Miriah blinked sleep-filled eyes in the darkness. She immediately had two thoughts: one, the weather was awful, and two, her husband wasn’t beside her. She struggled up from sleep’s depths and sat up as another loud crack of thunder sounded. Where was he, she thought. Out in this checking on the livestock? She fumbled on the floor beside the bed, searching for the nightshirt she’d discarded there earlier. She went still as she heard a voice down the hall, a soothing, melodious voice. Her hand found the soft flowing nightshirt and she quickly pulled it over her head, standing. She tiptoed down the hallway toward the sound, a half-smile on her face.
Corso held his son, who’d always hated the thunderstorms Dantooine was famous for. He’d tried all his tricks, desperate to let Miriah sleep for once. The dim light from the glow strips on the floor didn’t allow him to see much past the contents of the room, but he could see his son’s face, feel the little boy’s hands clutching at his dreadlocks, which were scattered around his head. He swayed with his son, and still the little boy was restless, frightened. After those last two bursts of deafening thunder, Corso was ready to take Devin to their bed, just so they could all lie down, but he knew that would be the end of rest for Miriah, so he sighed and tried to think of anything else. He remembered the song his mother would sing to him, when he was small and afraid, and he began to sing.
Miriah marveled at the deep voice, the soothing pitch and flow of it. She sat on a bench in the hallway, seeing the soft baby skin against the tanned, muscled chest, and heard the voice, the song. Her heart melted, seeing her husband and her son like that, and as he swayed there with the baby, the lyrics of the tune touched her. She was as mesmerized as Devin was, and when the song ended, Corso put the sleeping child in his bed. He was already out of the room when he realized she sat there, and he crossed the hallway to scoop her up from the bench.
Wordlessly he put her in their bed, and climbed in with her, snuggling her close. “Back to sleep with you, darlin’, that was the whole point, to let you rest.”
“I had no idea you could sing so beautifully,” she told him, feeling rather than seeing his blush.
“Shhhh, close your eyes,” he told her, gathering her close, and he began to hum the song he’d sung to Devin. The warmth, the song, the man- all combined to relax her and she felt herself slipping into slumber again, hearing his whispered “I love you” as she did.
Here's the song I was thinking of when this story formed in my head in the wee hours of the morning (I hate time changes!)
Love is the strongest magic of them all.