Silver

Silver haz to have surgery :(

I have a lump that my doctors want removing ... I wouldn't mind, since it's been giving ... let's say ... 'bother', but it's on my face. And since it has to be surgically removed, I'm going to have a scar on my face. SILVER IS NOT HAPPEH.

Still ... at least my headaches might stop!

Now, all I need is a cure for asthma ....

This was semi-inspired by griza who generally does this kind of thing, and also a conversation with naddypants where we were indulging in the pure and utter joy that is the pairing of Rhys/Andy [or Rhandy]. Anyways, I randomly just went "Andyyy ... all a lone in the moonlight ..." and then decided to rewrite the entire Lloyd-Webber classic to befit the Rhandy. It's Rhandy singing - and with his lovely lil Welsh accent.





Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her Ianto? She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
and the wind, begins to moan.

Andy, all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days, when Rhys didn’t have Gwen
I remember, the time he knew what happiness was
Let my Rhys-kins live again

Every street lamp seems to beat, a fatalistic warning
Gwen is coming, the plot is running, and soon fan favourites will be dying.

Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
Gwen will be at work, and Rhys will let me in
When the dawn comes, Rhys and I shall deffo come too
And a new slash!fic will begin

Burnt out ends of straightened hair, the stale cold smell of morning.
A red shirt dies, another character lost – and still Gwen is okay.

Touch me, it’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory, of my days with my Rhys
If you touch me, you’ll understand what a beloved character is.


Oh Look ... but Gwenwood ... has begun.





When I get my mic set up, I'll sing it all for you.


Update of silver service later tonight - I'll catch up with IM later on.