Aoede

I would just like to point out that watching Glee does HORRIBLE things for my writing.  I mean, like REALLY bad things.  But I must push through it (read, Glee is loading) to get to work on today's blog post.  Heh... I had some more lyrics written, but I seem to have misplaced the sticky notes so it's a wing and a prayer right now.

Did I mention Glee does bad things?  *shame*

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Aoede leaned against Jane's desk, crossing her arms.  "It's definitely a start.  Don't forget a refrain."  She chuckled to herself.  "We're not writing ballads here."

Jane glanced up at her, then back at her paper.  She felt something tickling at the back of her head and her hand twitched.  It wasn't uncomfortable, just really odd.  "Would you mind going now?  I think I'll work better if you're not staring over my shoulder all the time.  It feels really creepy and... itchy."  Aoede shrugged and vanished.  "And how the hell does she do that?" wondered Jane to herself.

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Mneme's dark eyebrows rose high over her red wire frame glasses.  "You were gone longer than I expected you to be," she commented.  A small huff of breath puffed a curl of auburn hair off her face.  "Did she actually talk to you, or did you lurk around like you always do?"

"No, we talked.  Though she wasn't happy about me 'just popping in on her,' as she put it.  I can't understand it.  No-one's minded before.  Anyway, she wrote some lines.  And once I calmed her down, she managed to write a few more.  Asked me to leave, though.  Said me being there felt itchy."

"Well, I suppose I can understand that, to an extent.  You are inspiration, your presence might have some side effects.  Probably more so if the person is aware of your presence.  But who knows?  Up until now, we've never really been allowed to directly interact with mortals."

"I suppose you're right."  Aoede sighed and looked around at the cozy apartment she shared with her sisters.  "I'm rather tired.  I think I'll go and rest a bit.  I still have other people to visit today."  Mneme just nodded and turned her eyes back to the paper she was reading.

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Jane narrowed her eyes at the paper before her.  Having Aoede leave hadn't really helped that itchy feeling.  It was still there, in the back of her head.  Like an itch on your back you can never reach without help.  She wanted to write!  But nothing seemed to follow the vein her song had already taken.  She dropped her pen on the desk and stood, stretching, hearing her back crack all the way down.  "What do you want me to wri...."

She plunked herself back down and picked the pen.  For the next few minutes the room was filled with nothing but the sound of Jane's breathing and the scratch of her pen against the paper.

"Refrain:
The field stands waiting
The waters start rising
And the flood waters flow

V2:
The distant horizon is an orange haze
Burning with a cleansing fire
Destroying and renewing
Waking the land for the coming water."

"Well, I guess that's something," Jane said as the itchy feeling finally subsided.  There were a lot of black marks on the page from where she crossed things out.  "Part of a refrain and a second verse."