SLOW LIKE HONEY, by Yaeko
The song Slow Like Honey is written by Fiona Apple and appears on her record, Tidal, on the Clean Slate/Work label. The lyrics are copyright Fiona Apple. This song is not used by permission.
Tucking his hair behind his behind his ear once more, the lad bit his lip and walked onto the stage. He took the stage of the saloon, glancing around once more to make sure that none of his friends were there he began to speak.
“Uhm, hello. My name is Marron Glace... I think some of you know me...” It was true enough. He’d been to this place a few times before - not that any of his friends knew that. He cleared his throat. “Uhm... I had an experience recently where I dreamed ...”
“Just sing, baby!” shouted a woman.
“Uhn, right...”
The music came up, a soft piano. Marron hesitantly took the microphone. His deep tenor, softly cut through the smoky air, like a spell in itself.
“You moved like honey in my dream last night... Yeah, old fires were burning. You came near to me, and you endeared to me, but you couldn’t quite convince me...”
“AH! You’re singing about Gateau!” shouted Carrot, who had, much to Marron’s dismay, appeared, along with the other Hunters. Well, he couldn’t stop now...
“Does that scare you? Will you run away?” Marron sang back. Carrot was speechless, and Marron continued. “Seems my heart will not oblige me. You remember me like a melody. Yeah, I haunt the world inside you...”
Gateau was leaning forward, eyes fixed on the raven tressed boy.
“And my big secret - Gonna win you over... Slow like honey, heavy with mood... You let me see you, you covet my regard. You invade my demeanor. I fear I’ll yield to you, like a scent in the breeze, and I’ll wonder what it is... about you...” He sighed, gently, sadly. “It’s my big secret - Keeping you coming. Slow like honey, heavy with mood.”
Gateau was leaning heavily on the table, a dreamy, quite content look on his face.
“Though dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts, they serve for sweet relieving when fantasy... and reality... lie too far... apart... So I stretch myself apart, like a bridge, and I pull you to the edge. And I stand there waiting, trying to attain the end to satisfy the story... Will I believe you? Must I believe you? As I rise to meet my glory...”
Tira couldn’t help but notice the look in Marron’s golden eyes, which was stunningly similar to the look in Gateau’s eyes, although Marron was much more focused.
“But my big secret... Gonna hover over your life, gonna keep you reaching, when I’m gone like yesterday, when I’m high like heaven, when I’m strong like music... ‘Cuz I’m slow like honey, and heavy with moooood...”
Marron looked up, suddenly realizing that he was holding the microphone sensually, close to his lips. Blushing, he put back the microphone and descended the stage to rigorous clapping from everyone but Carrot, who was pretty much too dumbstruck to do anything but let his jaw hang open. Gateau clapped so hard that his hands turned red. When Marron passed the Sorcerer Hunter’s table, Gateau sprang up and glomped Marron.
Marron make a small surprised sound as the huge man threw his arms around him, and felt his bones being crushed. And while he made no move to return the embrace, he also made to move to break it off.
“AH!” shreiked Carrot. “You were singing about Gateau!”
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