Fanfic: The Sound of White

Just thought I'd take a quick moment to post up a small one-shot fanfic so that this place doesn't look thaaaaat empty. This is a short one-shot starring Raymond and Tavia. I'd initially written this fic for an American TV series called One Tree Hill (Anyone watches that? I'm obsessed with it too, lol.) but editted it to fit Ray and Tavia instead. I've posted it before on two or three forums, TVBSquare was probably one of them, but well, what better place to host it than my very own blog now?

It's pretty abstract; I don't explain a lot of things, because it was just a one-off inspired fic, but well I still hope you like it, even though I know it's pretty average.

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The Sound of White
featuring Raymond Lam & Tavia Yeung
lyrics from The Sound of White by Missy Higgins

Disclaimer: Everything, from how the actors/actresses are portrayed to the situation that they are in/have been in, is fictional and is merely a figment of my overactive imagination.


Like a freeze-dried rose,
You will never be


She remembered how he had showed up at her doorstep. She had been broken-down, lost and wildly searching for some form of retribution. It had been cold outside, numbing even. But somehow, nothing compared to the dull solid thud she felt inside.


What you were;
What you were to me in memory


“What-” her words had gotten caught in her throat as the sight of him took away all sense of speech. He was even more beautiful than she had realised.

The corners of his mouth curved up slightly, and he held out a hand, his fingers clutched around the stem of a single blood-red rose. The rose, was the epitome of perfection within itself; its stem without thorns, each petal unwounded. “I- I just wanted to see how you were doing,” he had said softly to her, his eyes searching hers for approval.

She had bitten down on her lower lip, so hard that she had felt the taste of blood on her tongue. She had wanted to laugh it off with one of her signature flippant remarks, which she had perfected. She had wanted to toss her hair unaffectedly, stare him down, and act like she didn’t care. But she knew that he would see right through it. Because he just would. That was how he was. Finally, she stepped aside, and held out the door for him to enter.

Tavia Yeung never let anyone into her personal space. She considered it an invasion of her privacy, but it was a habit, a quirk that was far more symbolic than she ever imagined it to be. She was cool, calm and calculative, and as a ground rule, never let anyone in too close. No one ever invaded her feelings. But even the greats had their flaws. That was where they had gotten her this time. Seeing Ron and Michelle together had been like a blow, knocking all the air out of her, where it hurt the most.

That night, her eyes had followed him around as he walked right into her home, her life. Where no one had ever been. He cut a menacing figure in her room. Tall, broad, muscular. He stared at her, and into her with an intensity that made her tremble. Nobody ever made her tremble.

Until now. Until she had let Raymond Lam Fung in.

He held out the rose to her. “You might want to put this into water?” he asked, in his lilting voice.

She nodded, her eyes travelling around the room, and landing on the glass of water she had set on her dressing table. Two small white pills lay next to it. Her ode to sleep for many nights now.

She reached out to take it from him, but he touched the rose to her full, plump lips, taking her by surprise. “It’s perfect,” he had whispered hoarsely. “Just like you are.”

And it was that simple whisper, and that gentle touch alone, that had brought tears to her eyes.


But if I listen to the dark,
You'll embrace me like a star


He seemed real to her. He had been real to her. She still remembered the way he had touched the rose to her eyelids, and gently brushed his lips against hers. He was warm, and passionate, and ignited her in a way she never knew she could. He gave and gave, without wanting in return. And that only made her want to give her all to him.


Envelope me, envelope me


She loved lying next to him, their skin on skin. He held her so close, so tight that she could feel the beating of his heart under her palm. He sang to her, in his beautiful melodic voice, night after night, until her eyes gave way to the power of sleep.


If things get real for me down here,
Promise to take me to before you went away,
If only for a day


It was then, that maybe she had learnt how to love and be loved.


If things get real for me down here,
Promise to take me back to the tune,
We played before you went away

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The night was peaceful. No crickets out on their nightly rounds. No sounds of the solitary car driving by. Nothing. The silence, was almost deafening. He sighed as he watched his daughter sleep peacefully in the crib next to his bed, her little chest rising and falling with every intake of breath she took. He loved her with all his might, all his heart. And this was where he wanted to be. With his precious daughter. That really should be enough for him.


And if I listen to, the sound of white,
Sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.


But it wasn’t. He wanted them both. Was it selfish to think it? Maybe, but he knew that once he stepped into Tavia’s life, he would never be able to let her go. Perhaps it was human nature to want something you could never have.

He had only been a young adult, a teenager when he first met her. Even then, she was the epitome of perfection to his young heart. His eyes followed her throughout their acting classes, and then as they both made it to the pinnacle of success on TV. In between classes, filming sessions, photoshoots, lunches, parties, promotions, anniversary celebrations; he watched her. He was no stalker, but she had intrigued him.

She was beautiful. And he could tell that, at the mere age of nineteen when he had first laid eyes on her, she was the girl he could love for the rest of his life.


If I listen to, the sound of white,
You're my mystery


She had four different smiles which he knew like the back of his hand. There was her cocky, signature smirk, used daily at the slightest remark. There was the tight smile, which didn’t quite reach her eyes, reserved only for the people she didn’t think important. There was the one where she was happy about something that the world didn’t know, when a smile niggled at her lips throughout the day, and she held an extra glint in her eyes. And then there was the one where she laughed out loud, without any qualms; nothing held her back. That was when her entire face lit up. God, he loved it.


One mystery, my mystery


She seemed like she had it all. Money, beauty, popularity. But he knew that there was more to her than just that outer sheet of physicality. He saw through her airs and graces, her many farces and layers. Beneath all that, was someone very much like himself, trying to find her way through the world. Like him, she made mistakes, she stumbled and she fell. And she longed someday, to hop off the pedestal that the whole of her world had placed her on.

He wanted to hold out his hand to her as she did it.


My mystery, my mystery


He had been the luckiest man alive when she had let him in. Into crevices of her heart that nobody had ever been close to grazing. He had loved her. And she had loved him back.

But life had a way of taking things away. Forcing choice between two things which held equal fort. His daughter was his own flesh and blood, and he couldn’t let her go. Tavia had understood, when he had told her. Not that it had mitigated the pain of loss in any way.


My silence solidifies,
Until that hollow void erases you,
Erases you so I can't feel at all.
But if I never felt again, at least that nothingness,
Will end the painful dream, of you and me


He sighed again, and wondered what she was doing.


And if I listen to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.


Many miles away, she sighed too, looking out of the window.


If I listen to, the sound of white
Sometimes I hear your smile, and breathe your light.


She too, wondered what he was doing.


And if I listen to, the sound of white sometimes
I hear your smile, and breathe your light.


He was listening to the sound of white. Just like she was.

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