Mlp Movie Songbird Serenade Novels & Stories

“It’s just one drink, c’mon. Please?” I take a sip of the bubbly alcoholic beverage to appease Martha. We finish our first glass and Martha gets herself another after we departed around ten forty-five am. I capped myself at one drink then found myself falling asleep looking out at the scenery passing under the window listening to some calming music playing through my air pods.

Ahead, through the trees, I saw a faint glow—a fire, burning low and lonely in the dark. And there he was. Adam Valerian, standing by the fire, his back turned to me. He looked different, dressed in dark, old-fashioned clothing, his posture rigid and tense. The air around him felt heavy with age like he was a part of the forest itself, something ancient and eternal. “Tarini,” he whispered, without turning. The sound of my name on his lips sent a shiver down my spine. It was a voice I’d never heard before, yet it was achingly familiar, filled with longing, like he’d waited lifetimes to say it.

Hera murmured to herself. ***

"They want to see us, want to see us alone They want to see us, want to see us apart They want to see us, want to see us alone They want to see us, want to see us apart," She smiled, pausing taking a breath. He narrowed his eyes. Will you keep singing Songbird? She smiled. She would. "And I, just want to feel you're there And I don't want to have to share our love I try, but I get overwhelmed," She reached out. To him. He just smiled, nodding to her. She only saw him.

And it is almost deafening. “ I guess you like what you just saw. Let’s see if Songbird will give us another.” Neil says, turning to me. “ What do you say, Songbird. Do you have another one in you?” I hear shouts of “ Yes.” “ Sing us another.” “ Hell yea.” I can’t speak. I don’t know what to say so I just nod. They start to play the next song on my list. ‘ I’ll Be Your Shelter’ by Taylor Dane.

I had seen it before somewhere… Yes! He was a performer in the late 80’s. I had gone for a karaoke and saw him dance. He was a very good dancer who danced with so much spirit. I looked at the picture again. So, he was Serena’s dad? Just, wow! I moved to check other pictures then down the box. I saw recordings. One caught my attention. It was the one I had heard Serena sing in her sleep the night we mated. A piece by Bob Marley which read, Three Little Birds. I examined the cassette as I began to wonder why she had sung this in her sleep.

An episode is just about over, and I hear the end credits song: “The relentless bird of prey, stuck in a snare, Seeks a warm embrace, but I'm lost, nowhere. Freed birds soar, singing high in the sky, While I'm here grounded, my feathers awry. Who took my feathers? Who silenced my heart? Who caused my fall when I longed for a new start? To a distant isle, where no questions remain, Where I’m free, no chains, no pain.” My hand stops twisting the knob. Rylee

She could feel Gideon squeezing her hand. Smiling softly, she inhaled the evening breeze. Jewel looked up at the sky and stared at the full moon. The evening breeze passed them slowly, caressing her bare cheek. "The moon shines bright tonight," Gideon whispered. Jewel looked at Gideon standing beside her. He was also looking up at the moon and had a small smile on hiss lips. Jewel just gaze at him, breathless. "A perfect night for a moonlight serenade, isn't it?" he said. Gideon looked down at her and then smiled softly. "Do you mind if I sing a song?"

I just need to spring it. --- The morning Serena found me in the gardens. I sat under a tree. I was watching birds. Pretending to. She came up to me. "You came outside today," she said. I looked up. I smiled absent-mindedly. "The birds sing," I said. "They do," she said. She sat down next to me. Again. Always close. Always watching. I leaned my head a little. "Do you think they remember things?" I asked. She looked confused. "What?" she said.

He doesn’t reach out to touch me, and I don’t dare move closer, but the tension between us is almost killing me. I turn onto my side, watching the sharp profile of his jawline. I swallow the lingering tightness in my throat, clear my mind of Orion and the poison, and begin to hum. Beside me, I watch as the heavy lines of his shoulders slowly relax. His breathing deepens, turning slow and even, perfectly matching the tempo of my Serenade. He closes his eyes, his long dark lashes resting against his cheekbones. I keep singing for hours, my eyes locked onto his face, until the sheer exhaustion of my own long day catches up to me.