#agua de annique

[stoneoferech]

Anneke Van Giersbergen & Simone Simons

[rainingmusic]

Agua de Annique - Beautiful One

[bangingtorock]

[d-is-humming]

Lullaby and an elephant in the room

Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic)

Summary: James Barnes has nightmares; his neighbor has insomnia. Maybe with a lullaby, things can get better.

Warnings: (I would say none, but to be sure) nightmares, insomnia.

Hello dear, apparently I'm trying again to write in english. There will probably be mistakes and some repetition, I'm sorry. This came out more as a scenario than a real story, but I needed to take this idea out of my head and here it is. Also, I don't really know why the metaphor of the elephant took so much space. The song quoted is Come wander with me by Agua de Annique e Anneke van Giersbergen, I heard it on Spotify and it stuck in my head. Enjoy (I hope). D.

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One last scream.

And then silence, mixed with frantic breathing. His torture has ended, for tonight. He will probably wait for daytime watching the empty walls of his room or swallowing whatever is on tv, everything just to not fall asleep again.

On the other side of the wall, you take a long breath, but it’s not relief. Sitting against the headboard of your bed, knees to your chest and your head on them, you want to relax, to let your anxiety dissolve, but the last half an hour of someone else’s nightmares has left you with a deep uneasiness. You think to yourself, the worst part it’s not being awaken in the middle of the night by the screams, even when you’ve just closed your eyes after hours of your own insomnia. You surrender to another sleepless night, watching your still empty room walls or anything is on tv.

In the morning, when you and Sargent Barnes cross paths outside your adjacent rooms, you politely greet each other with a nod of the head, ignoring the elephant in the room, not wanting to embarrass each other. You have no right to meddle; he has no intention of acknowledging with a co-worker, a stranger, his own problems.

And again, another night, another day, another nod of the head, another week and another again.

It's been almost a month and the lack of proper rest it’s getting you. You already had a bad sleeping habit before moving to your room at the compound, but at least you didn’t have to cope with the infectious anxiety of a traumatized neighbor. You’re not blaming him, you would never. But it became a problem.

Because the worst part of it's not being awaken in the middle of the night; it's not even the screams themselves. It’s that they’re incessant, continuous, lasting minutes, hours, sometimes more. Entire sessions of skin-crawling screams and dreadful cries, with intervals of dire silence, when you’re not sure if the man next door is finally resting or if he’s in one of those dreams where your mouth just can’t produce sounds and you feel like drowning.

In the dark room, you press your hands a little harder on your hears. You already tried with tv or music, or just earplugs, but somehow knowing the screams were just hidden made them worse. Made you feel guilty – for listening to something so intimate without permission and because you can’t do anything for the man.

Still covering your ears, you quietly start humming the first song that comes to your mind, more to soothe your nerves than to cover his cries.

He said / Come wander with me, love / Come wander with me / Away from this sad world / Come wander with me

It’s really not much, but enough to distract you, so you keep singing, softly, ending the song and repeating it again. You manage to lose yourself in the melody, to loosen your tense body in the hypnotic repetition, letting your voice grow a bit firmer, a little less affected by the nightmare next door. After a while silence comes from the other room. You sing some more, slowly turning to humming and finally falling asleep.

Next door, Sargent Barnes has just awakened and while he tries to remember how to breathe, he listens to your voice and, somehow, tonight it seems a tiny bit easier finding his foot on this world again.

In the morning, when you and James Barnes cross paths, you politely greet each other with a nod of the head. You’ve become good colleagues, you work well together, grew a bit closer, even though you’re not properly friends. Therefore, the elephant stays in the room, unbothered. You know he goes to therapy and you still don’t feel the right to meddle; he’s still too ashamed of waking up every night his nice neighbor.

And again, another nightmare, another song, another day, another nod of the head, another week and another again.

You’ve started to sing every night, a bit longer following the last cry before he wakes, a silent agreement to sing him to sleep that you two sign every morning with your polite nod of the head. It seems like he has started to scream a bit less. He awakens a little easier from his nightmares and, apparently, he’s also getting some proper sleep after. You feel more at ease, your faithful insomnia is still there, but you’re getting more sleep too.

Months pass by and in the end you and Bucky become friends. You still nod your head politely in the morning, then you go on with your days spending time together, be it for training of for fun. Bucky’s still going to therapy, more willingly than the first times, and you’re just happy to know he’s feeling better; he is a bit shy of telling you he’s falling asleep every night listening to your sweet voice. That's why your elephant stays there.

But even your polite elephant can't remain silent forever. A mission gone particularly wrong makes more demons resurface from the depths of slumber and the worst nightmare in a while echoes through the wall separating you from one of your best friends. Dread fills you again, a feeling you hadn't in months.

You slowly walk to your shared wall and rest your head on it. You don’t know if it will help, but you can’t - you don’t want to ignore him. Softly, you start to sing.

He said / Come wander with me, love / Come wander with me / Away from this sad world / Come wander with me

The first times you tried to sing during Bucky’s nightmares, it was to survive. It was selfish. Then it became something like a mutual secret, a tool for the both of you to reach the end of the night as unscathed as possible. And now, now it’s an act of love, your way to try and protect him from something you can’t save him from.

He came from the sunset / He came from the sea / He came from my sorrow / And can love only me

You sing as sweetly as you’re capable of, but you feel more powerless at every cry that resonates in the room, your heart being torn together with his.

You don’t know how many times you start the song again, crying, your voice quivering. You’re scared but, finally, the screams turn into crying. You’re almost relieved when you hear him awake and weeping. You collapse against the wall, tears streaming freely down your cheeks, but keep on humming gently, because you don’t want to leave him alone.

Maybe an hour passes and you don’t hear sounds coming from the other room. You stopped crying but grief fills your heart. You swore years ago to never leave alone the people you love and yet, there you were, hating a wall and yourself for not being able to help a friend.

Then, a sound so soft you would have missed it. A door closing. Some silence. A knock on your door. You bolt on your feet to open it: Bucky stands there and though you can’t really see his face in the dark, you know he’s stressed.

-Can you sing for me, doll, please?

He’s voice is so thin your heart breaks. You take his hand gently and guide him to sit on your bed. You sit close enough for him to reach at you, if he wants. Softly, you start again.

He said / Come wander with me, love / Come wander with me

He tentatively reaches for your hand and you take it, starting to caress it tenderly, with a regular rhythm. You can feel his ragged breathing evening a bit.

Away from this sad world / Come wander with me

He came from the sunset / He came from the sea

He’s trembling slightly, silently crying. You don’t leave his hand, repeating the short lullaby again.

He came from my sorrow / And can love only me

Oh where is the wanderer / Who wandered this way

A third and a fourth and a fifth times you sing for him. At a certain point he’s rested his head on your thighs and you’ve felt the tears through the fabric of your pants. You gently move your fingers through his hair and slowly, so slowly, his body starts to relax, his breathing now regular.

/ He’s passed on his wandering / And will never go away

He sang of a sweet love / Of dreams that would be ...

You softly turn to humming the last verses of the song, rocking both of you to sleep, and, after a while, the soldat seems to find peace, leaving the man to rest.

Tomorrow, you will gently acknowledge the elephant that lived in your rooms for too long. But, for now, you will enjoy your slumber.

[apollosbane]

Jogadores do Flamengo as Divas do Gothic e Symphonic Metal - Parte 1

Gabigol as Floor Jansen (Nightwish, After Forever e ReVamp)

Polêmicos, amados por muitos e odiados por muitos também. Personalidade forte e sem papas na língua. Ainda assim, embora alguns detratores tentem lhes diminuir, não há como negar seu talento e importância que possuem para seu segmento.

Gerson Santos as Tarja Turunen (Nightwish, Solo)

Ambos tiveram uma passagem marcante e memorável (ele no time, ela na banda), ganharam o amor e o carinho incondicional de muitos torcedores/fãs que os consideram insubstituíveis. Um já voltou ... será que a outra volta um dia?

Bruno Henrique as Amy Lee (Evanescence)

Grande apelo popular, possuem fãs fieis e protagonizam muitos memes pela internet afora. E ainda assim, são focados e muito competentes em seus trabalhos. Ambos estão em hiato, quem irá retornar primeiro? Não saberemos.

Everton Ribeiro as Cristina Scabbia (Lacuna Coil)

Podemos dizer que Cristina ao longo dos anos tem uma postura de capitã em sua banda assim como a do jogador rubro negro em sua equipe. Não se cansam de se reinventar e mesmo com tanto tempo no mercado ainda surpreendem, mostrando o quão necessários são.

Filipe Luis as Anneke Van Giersbergen (The Gathering, Agua de Annique)

Ambos são os mais maduros e experientes. Mesmo com todos os anos que possuem de estrada e bagagem, ainda conseguem trazer grandes novidades e muita criatividade.

Continua na Parte 2

[lesdeuxmuses]

Anneke Van Giersbergen & Agua De Annique - Live In Europe (Alone Records, 2016)

[crystallizati0n]

Tagged by: @thejapanesehaus 🍃

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!

1. Chance - Cherryhead

2. Ups - Cocteau Twins

3. espial - Oliver Buckland

4. die - BUCK-TICK

5. Midnight Driver - Fromm

6. 4T Recordings - Four Tet

7. Swan - dosii

8. To Not Pretend - Vansire

9. Witnesses - Agua de Annique

10. Is but a Simulated Blur - Tim Hecker

Tagging: whoever wants to do it!

[annekevangiersbergenpictures]

[valleyofanneke]

“I like to live in the here and now. And I have to think of the future of course, for I have ideas and I have to plan ahead. But to look back… Maybe this is one of my weaknesses, but whenever I look back, I always think that I could have done better. That my performance was not as good as it should have been. I always enjoy myself when I am on stage, I’m in the mood, my voice is doing fine, but afterwards, nine times out of ten, I think: I can do this better tomorrow. It is the same with images: at the moment a photo or video is made I am okay with it, but I’m seldom completely satisfied afterwards. So, for those reasons I don’t tend to look back too much.”  -Anneke van Giersbergen

[kurtakura]

[empireofnoise]

Ruud Jolie, a guitar player for Within Temptation and Maiden UniteD (the acoustic Iron Madein band), presents a new song from his side project For All We Know. “We Are The Light” is the first single taken from the project´s second studio album “Take Me Home”. The song features guest vocals by the Dutch singer Anneke van Giersbergen. “Take Me Home” comes out September 8th. 

[bangingtorock]

[wintershock]

Agua de Annique - Ice Water

A cantora com sotaque britânico, que coincidentemente, cof cof... é minha cantora favorita. Não exsite ninguém no mundo com essa voz... não em questões de técnica, mas de timbre mesmo. Quem estuda música vai entender bem o que quero dizer.

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Tradução aí embaixo:

Água Congelada

Eu protejo você desta vida O seu coração está conservado no gelo Eu vou guardá-lo onde eu preciso E protegê-lo do calor

Correndo, fugindo

Você me abraçou em desprezo Para sempre vou depender? Você vai me guardar onde você precisa Mas nunca me protegeu do calor

Caindo, despencando (Eu vou protegê-lo, eu vou protegê-lo na superfície, na superfície)

É sempre frio no inferno Eu senti isso, eu posso dizer Eles vão guardar você onde eles precisam Em água congelada não há calor

Queimando, incendiando (Eu vou protegê-lo, eu vou protegê-lo na superfície, na superfície)

Queimando, incendiando Queimando, incendiando

[the-phantom-agony]

👑My Queens 👑

[shadow27]

#NowPlaying "Witnesses" by Agua de Annique on @Sonos