originally, the bridge for this song went like this:
the first time i let you in
you said it’s nice, but you’re so hard to parse.
you looked around realized
that the word that the word you wanted was “sparse.”
dressing up real wounds as portraits;
performance of love as a narrative arc.
full lyrics:
Look at what love did
Made a bowerbird of me
Heart's a house I want to fit
With shiny things that bring you to the tree
My heart wants to be where your heart lives
"If you lived here you'd be home now, "
Says a highway unriddled with lights, and maybe that's true
Before Adam's ribs were taught to make it
What was love to an acolyte: a word or a tune?
All the miles I've gone, and the road still wove in the darkness
But oh, my stubborn heart drove ahead regardless, regardless
Look at what love did
Made a bowerbird of me
My heart's a house I want to fit
With shiny things that bring you to the tree
My heart wants to be where your heart lives
There's an ache inside my chest where
The muscle has hardened to bone, kept me safe, kept me strong
But what doesn't bend is doomed to shatter
A lesson I learned on the long road home, kept me safe all alone
Oh, I know that I've been hard and I've been artless
And you've stayed soft and you've stood still for me regardless, regardless
Look at what love did
Made a bowerbird of me
My heart's a house I want to fit
With shiny things that bring you to the tree
My heart wants to be where your heart lives
Poured my glass of wine
Looked around this heart of mine
Realized that all my walls were dressed like you
Oh, I break myself into pieces
'Til I'm down to the sum of my parts, then I build me again
If how we're loved is how we're made, well
Then we are made from my head and your heart, not built but woven
And the things I've done I knew were far from harmless
But oh, the stubborn grace of being loved regardless, regardless
Now look at what love did
Made a bowerbird of me
My heart's a house I want to fit
With shiny things that bring you to the tree
My heart wants to be where your heart lives
My heart wants to be where your heart lives
My heart wants to be where your heart lives
My name is Victoria Winters. They whisper an old story again up in Collinsport, a tragedy rinsed and repeat: a husband that vanished from his bride, and a young woman interred up on the hill. If you ask the bridal-suite widow she will weave you a tale too fantastical to believe: she will tell you that the young man abandoned her into the past itself, into a former self, and another life. You’ll find that this is the closest thing to the truth for anyone looking for it, as even the sheriff –– try though he might to pin down yet another whiff of sin about the Collins estate –– can unearth no trace of him. It is as if he never existed at all, even his name soaked in the oil of myth and packed away into aluminum. There are only the flowers over an old, old grave to tell; silent, knowing, nitrogen-glutted.
An au where instead of Jeff getting pulled back to the 18th century, Victoria kills him <3 Because you aren't really a Collins if your spouse doesn't disappear under mysterious circumstances and you have to cover up a killing or two! Second half of the comic text is from Black Sails XIV.
ROGER: You see, I'm willing to go to any lengths to be restored to your good favor. Now, I really want you to understand that when I shouted those words to you, it was just my… the pressures and the expression of my tension and not my true feeling for you at all. You do believe me, don't you?
VICKI: Just what is your true feeling?
"Scar: from the Greek eskhara, “scab formed after a burn,” literally “hearth, fireplace.” Or perhaps from Old Norse sker, “isolated rock or low reef in the sea,” from Proto-Germanic sker– , “to cut”. [ ... ] Call it rock, call it reef, we are hardened against that which cleaves us." - "Paternalia," Susannah Nevison
Somewhere does the past repeat itself constantly? - Dark Shadows, 461
"O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds
Open their congeal'd mouths and bleed afresh!"
- Shakespeare, Richard III, Act 1 Scene 2 lines 55-56
Odysseus sat there beside the hearth,
and hurriedly turned round to face the darkness.
He had a premonition in his heart
that when she touched him, she would feel his scar
and all would be revealed. She kneeled beside him,
- Homer, The Odyssey, t. Emily Wilson, Chapter 19 lines 388-392
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.
- Shakespeare, Anthony and Cleopatra, Act 4 Scene 8 lines 10-11
ELIZABETH: But how could she have been shot?
JULIA: The wound was not from a modern bullet.
ELIZABETH: How long ago was the wound made, can you tell?
- Dark Shadows 461
Show me one scar character'd on thy skin:
Men's flesh preserved so whole do seldom win.
- Shakespeare, The Second Part of Henry the Sixth, Act 3 Scene 1 lines 300-301
Oh, Vicki, I can scarcely believe it. All of the trials and tribulations and pressures that we have been living with are finally at an end. And one by one we will toss them into the sea. 75.