thepainted_lady: (The center cannot hold)
The crack of gunfire had ceased, and the earth had stopped shaking beneath their feet, but as cries started up from shell-shocked survivors stumbling upon wounded and dead loved ones, and blood soaked into the new ground they stood on, Lydia knew in her heart that the real horror was still to come.
thepainted_lady: ([Amanda] Listen to me)
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted


Dearest Amanda,

His name was Danny. )

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame


I ran home )

And still I dream she'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather


I found a new home.  )

I had a dream my life would be
So different from the hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed
thepainted_lady: (Always a little apart)
I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well

~ Madonna, "Live to Tell"


"Oh, Lydia. What secrets have you been keeping?"

Her past is not something Lydia talks about, not to anyone. Samuel's voice echoes back to her sometimes, the taunting question asking one thing, but brushing against so many others, thoughts, memories, bits of her she keeps tucked out of sight in the shadows. The shadows, after all, are where she figures they belong. Pull something out into the light, and the exposition becomes something you cannot escape. Labels get attached, things start to define you, people look at you differently once they know your secrets. She tells herself she cast off those labels and definitions when she dropped his last name, keeping that small piece of herself even away. A name is a trail, after all, a link tying her back to what came before. She threw it aside when she came here, violently and with extreme prejudice, taking on a new persona. Lydia, the Tattoo Girl. Lydia, the Painted Lady. Lydia, the Exotic Temptress.

Warning: potentially triggery though nothing graphic )

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October 2011

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