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Rating: NC 17 because of rape and other things later on
Keywords: rape, babyfic, MP/J ust./ R, MP torture, MP POV
Started: March 2002 Finished: July 2002
Disclaimer: They arent mine but for now I own them, I swear that I will give them
back in the end ... maybe
They don’t have to see you cry!
By Mary Eve Parker
~ Prologue ~
This story came to my mind, okay let's say the first parts of it, when I was lying on a quilt next to the River Danube in February this year. I had taken a bike trip and was resting a bit, daydreaming as always.
I was resting there in the sun; it was a warm day, listening to my Discman. And this song inspired me a bit. Whenever I hear this song by Robbie Williams, I have to think about Miss Parker, especially the following lines:
“Eternity”
By Robbie Williams
Close your eyes so you don't feel them
They don't need to see you cry
I can't promise I will heal you
But if you want to I will try
I sing this summer serenade
The past is done we've been betrayed
It's true
Someone said the truth will out
I believe without a doubt ... in you
(...)
You give me what I need
And I hope you'll find your freedom
For eternity
(...)
Yesterday when we were talking
WE talked about your mum and dad
What they did that made you happy
What they did to make you sad
We sat and watched the sun go down
Picked up a star before we lost ... the moon
Youth is wasted on the young
Before you know it's come and gone ... to soon
(...)
And the other song has nothing to do with the topic but these lines are related to Miss Parker, in my mind.
“Don't cry for me Argentina”
by A. L. Webber
It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love, after all I have done
(...)
So I chose freedom
Running around, trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it too
(...)
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
(...)
Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do is to look at me and know
That every word is true
When I came home I made some notes about the ideas and during the past weeks I’ve developed them. Now during my Easter Break I have time to start writing at night. Some dialogues are fixed yet, some new characters too, but it's not easy - not as easy as I thought that it might bee.
So.... let's start!
Keywords: rape, babyfic, MP/J ust./ R, MP torture, MP POV
Started: March 2002 Finished: July 2002
Disclaimer: They arent mine but for now I own them, I swear that I will give them
back in the end ... maybe
By Mary Eve Parker
~ Prologue ~
This story came to my mind, okay let's say the first parts of it, when I was lying on a quilt next to the River Danube in February this year. I had taken a bike trip and was resting a bit, daydreaming as always.
I was resting there in the sun; it was a warm day, listening to my Discman. And this song inspired me a bit. Whenever I hear this song by Robbie Williams, I have to think about Miss Parker, especially the following lines:
By Robbie Williams
Close your eyes so you don't feel them
They don't need to see you cry
I can't promise I will heal you
But if you want to I will try
I sing this summer serenade
The past is done we've been betrayed
It's true
Someone said the truth will out
I believe without a doubt ... in you
(...)
You give me what I need
And I hope you'll find your freedom
For eternity
(...)
Yesterday when we were talking
WE talked about your mum and dad
What they did that made you happy
What they did to make you sad
We sat and watched the sun go down
Picked up a star before we lost ... the moon
Youth is wasted on the young
Before you know it's come and gone ... to soon
(...)
And the other song has nothing to do with the topic but these lines are related to Miss Parker, in my mind.
“Don't cry for me Argentina”
by A. L. Webber
It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love, after all I have done
(...)
So I chose freedom
Running around, trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it too
(...)
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me
(...)
Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do is to look at me and know
That every word is true
When I came home I made some notes about the ideas and during the past weeks I’ve developed them. Now during my Easter Break I have time to start writing at night. Some dialogues are fixed yet, some new characters too, but it's not easy - not as easy as I thought that it might bee.
So.... let's start!
