Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Apr 9, 2008 22:51:04 GMT -5
Song Title: Tears
Song Artist: Dream Theater
Ship: Esmé and Jerome Squalor
Author’s Disclaimer: I do not own A Series of Unfortunate Events. They belong to Lemony Snicket a.k.a. Daniel Handler.
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
All of the seasons
And all of the days
All of the reasons
Why I’ve felt this way
So long, so long
It was mid-morning, and Esmé had still not emerged from her bedroom. His heart overflowing with concern for his pregnant wife, Jerome got up from the dining room table and hurried down the hallway to check on her.
He knocked on the door before entering, just in case she was getting dressed. “Sweetheart,” he asked, “it’s nearly ten o’ clock. Are you alright?”
When Jerome received no response, he pushed open the door and stepped quietly into the room. He could see Esmé buried beneath the covers, just an inch or two of her dark head peeking out at him. He knelt down beside the bed and tugged the blankets away so that he could see her face.
Then lost in that feeling
I looked in your eyes
I noticed emotion
And that you had cried
For me
I can see
What Jerome saw absolutely shocked him to the point where he forgot how to blink. Esmé’s blue eyes were sparkling with tears, and her bottom lip quivered in the sweetest way that anyone could possibly imagine as she stared back at him.
Within the year they had known each other, Jerome had never known his wife to show this type of emotion, or to even shed a single tear. His hand trembling a little, he reached out and with great tenderness brushed away some of the tears from her cheeks.
“You’re crying,” Jerome said, almost sadly.
[Chorus:]
What would touch me deeper
Tears that fall from eyes
That only cry?
Would it touch you deeper
Than tears that fall from eyes
That know why?
Esmé’s tears touched Jerome in a way that nothing she none of the things she had done ever had, in a way that he had not even thought she was capable of. The tears she was shedding gave her an air of vulnerability that she had never possessed, as well as one of humanity, and Jerome found himself becoming strangely attracted to this new side of her.
Although he knew as well as Esmé did that her behavior was due to the hormones raging around inside of her, he couldn’t help but think that this was also a look into the future. And that maybe, just maybe there was a chance that they could put the past behind them once and for all.
“You know, darling,” Jerome said as he leaned down to kiss Esmé softly on the mouth. “You look very pretty when you cry.”
A lifetime of questions
Tears on your cheek
I tasted the answers
And my body was weak
For you
The truth
A tiny sob escaped Esmé at that moment, and Jerome shivered. His body suddenly felt so weak, as if someone had laid a number of cement bricks on his shoulders. As she kissed him back, he felt as though he could taste in that kiss the answers to all of the questions he wanted to ask her but was too afraid of what the consequences would be to do so; about what her life had been like before she had met him, and of what had transpired during the time she had spent with Olaf.
“I love you, Jerome,” Esmé said, winding her husband’s tie around her fingers. “And I’m sorry.” She sniffled, and Jerome kissed her nose.
“I love you, too,” he said. “And I forgive you.”
[Chorus]
Jerome crawled into bed beside Esmé, wrapping his strong arms around her protectively. He would never let her go.
Song Artist: Dream Theater
Ship: Esmé and Jerome Squalor
Author’s Disclaimer: I do not own A Series of Unfortunate Events. They belong to Lemony Snicket a.k.a. Daniel Handler.
Rating: G
Genre: Romance
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All of the seasons
And all of the days
All of the reasons
Why I’ve felt this way
So long, so long
It was mid-morning, and Esmé had still not emerged from her bedroom. His heart overflowing with concern for his pregnant wife, Jerome got up from the dining room table and hurried down the hallway to check on her.
He knocked on the door before entering, just in case she was getting dressed. “Sweetheart,” he asked, “it’s nearly ten o’ clock. Are you alright?”
When Jerome received no response, he pushed open the door and stepped quietly into the room. He could see Esmé buried beneath the covers, just an inch or two of her dark head peeking out at him. He knelt down beside the bed and tugged the blankets away so that he could see her face.
Then lost in that feeling
I looked in your eyes
I noticed emotion
And that you had cried
For me
I can see
What Jerome saw absolutely shocked him to the point where he forgot how to blink. Esmé’s blue eyes were sparkling with tears, and her bottom lip quivered in the sweetest way that anyone could possibly imagine as she stared back at him.
Within the year they had known each other, Jerome had never known his wife to show this type of emotion, or to even shed a single tear. His hand trembling a little, he reached out and with great tenderness brushed away some of the tears from her cheeks.
“You’re crying,” Jerome said, almost sadly.
[Chorus:]
What would touch me deeper
Tears that fall from eyes
That only cry?
Would it touch you deeper
Than tears that fall from eyes
That know why?
Esmé’s tears touched Jerome in a way that nothing she none of the things she had done ever had, in a way that he had not even thought she was capable of. The tears she was shedding gave her an air of vulnerability that she had never possessed, as well as one of humanity, and Jerome found himself becoming strangely attracted to this new side of her.
Although he knew as well as Esmé did that her behavior was due to the hormones raging around inside of her, he couldn’t help but think that this was also a look into the future. And that maybe, just maybe there was a chance that they could put the past behind them once and for all.
“You know, darling,” Jerome said as he leaned down to kiss Esmé softly on the mouth. “You look very pretty when you cry.”
A lifetime of questions
Tears on your cheek
I tasted the answers
And my body was weak
For you
The truth
A tiny sob escaped Esmé at that moment, and Jerome shivered. His body suddenly felt so weak, as if someone had laid a number of cement bricks on his shoulders. As she kissed him back, he felt as though he could taste in that kiss the answers to all of the questions he wanted to ask her but was too afraid of what the consequences would be to do so; about what her life had been like before she had met him, and of what had transpired during the time she had spent with Olaf.
“I love you, Jerome,” Esmé said, winding her husband’s tie around her fingers. “And I’m sorry.” She sniffled, and Jerome kissed her nose.
“I love you, too,” he said. “And I forgive you.”
[Chorus]
Jerome crawled into bed beside Esmé, wrapping his strong arms around her protectively. He would never let her go.
The End