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Depollute Me, Gentle Angel	By : TheFairyWithBoots Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 47 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction written out of respect and admiration. I obviously make no claim the characters in this story, and anything that I write is simply written for my own entertainment, and hopefully for others as well.

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1969

Evanna had been part of Led Zeppelin's entourage for the past couple of months during their North American tour, taking photos of the band on and offstage. It was her dream job; she had always wanted to travel and be near the music, even if she was hardly ever home.

The one thing that tugged at her heartstrings was the fact that she had to leave behind her boyfriend, Geoffrey. She was away from him for weeks at a time, and missed him tremendously. She called him every night when she could. The past few nights, he had been in a pissy mood, demanding that she answer all of his questions. She had to reassure him, that no, she was not doing drugs at the after parties, and no, she was not sleeping with anyone in the band, nor anyone from the road crew. She once ended up reminding him that he was the one who had cheated on her last year, and not the other way around.

This caused him to hang up on her, and refuse to talk to her for the rest of the week.

The fear of being ghosted by him made her emotionally drained. She focused her energy towards her job and her photography, snapping away from the photographer's pit in front of the stage. Led Zeppelin's music carried a sort of magic to it that healed her when she was feeling like Geoffrey's silence was becoming too much for her. And everyone in the band were all kind enough to her.

Well... perhaps Robert was a little too kind.

Evanna often found herself having to tear her eyes away from the golden-haired lion of a man. He was almost too beautiful to look at directly; like the sun blaring straight into her eyes. And his voice did nothing to extinguish her desire.

While hanging out with the band, crew, as well as the multiple groupies that hung around them after the show, Evanna found Robert extremely easy to talk to. He was polite and friendly to her. He normally kept his nose in a book on the tour bus while chaos ensued around him. But when he spoke to her, he always got down to her eye level, his blue eyes staring deep into hers. This always caused her heart rate to speed up, as if he were staring straight into her soul.

As if trying to seduce her.

She shook these feelings away, feeling a pang of guilt for being tempted. She was a faithful girlfriend, and wasn't going to stoop to Geoffrey's level and prove him right.

None of that mattered in the end. She stood on the side walk one cold evening, gripping the payphone so tight, her knuckles turned white. Tears rolled down her face as she listened to Geoffrey's voice over the crackling telephone line.

"Listen, Evie, this isn't going to work out," he told her. "You're away all the time. I hardly ever see you, and I never know who you're running around with."

Evanna felt like she had a giant fist squeezing at her heart. "We've been together since high school..." she said through barely contained sobs. "I-I was looking forward to seeing you again..."

She had a mental image of Geoffrey rolling his eyes, even though she couldn't see his face. "Right. Well, now you can screw around with as many rock stars as you want to without guilt, yeah? I'm sure they'd like your company, given how easy it is to get you on your — "

Evanna lost her temper, and shouted through the phone: "Do I need to remind you that you are the one who needs to be reminded of faithfulness!? I was not the one who stepped out on this relationship, you asshole!"

Geoffrey's voice cut through the line like a sharp blade. "Do not curse at me, you ungrateful bitch!" Evanna flinched, as if expecting a physical blow through the phone. "Do you have any idea how much I have sacrificed for us!? And you feel the need to constantly bring up my past mistakes!?"

She was shaking now, unable to hold her tongue with this man any more. "How much you have sacrificed!? I'm the one who's away working all the time! And you're constantly accusing me of things that I didn't do!"

Geoffrey let out a sardonic laugh as if he didn't believe her. "Yeah, okay! Enjoy being Page's little whore." Her blood boiled at the assumption that she would even stoop that low. "Though, from what I've heard, you'd probably be too old for his tastes anyway."

"FUCK YOU!" She had screamed this into the receiver, causing several bystanders to shoot her awkward glances. She was too distraught to be embarrassed, though.

The sound of Geoffrey hanging up on her felt like the final nail in the coffin. Her tear-streaked face mirrored her desolation as she set the phone back into the receiver. She wiped her tears away before pushing her hands through her long red hair, trying to compose herself.

Evanna arrived at the venue with her camera. Her mind was slightly clearer after walking all the way there, but she still must have had tears in her eyes because Bonzo was the first to notice when he exited his dressing room.

"Hey, kid. You okay?" She turned to look at him. He had always referred to her as "kid" even though she was just a year younger than him and Robert.

She sniffled. Bonzo was always the kindest to her. And he never seemed to have any ulterior motives behind his kindness. Part of that may have had to do with the fact that he was married. "I'm fine," she lied.

"You don't look fine..." he said with a furrowed brow. He seemed genuinely concerned for her.

"It's nothing really... my boyfriend just... broke up with me. It's fine, it's got nothing to do with my job."

"Sorry to hear that, kid..." he said softly. "But hey, that bloke wasn't worth it, eh? Percy and I were talking about how stressed you seemed after getting off the phone with him..." He trailed off, as if realizing he shouldn't have said that.

Evanna stared up at the drummer with her mouth agape. "You... what?" Christ, were we really that obvious? They had never even seen us together...

Bonzo opened his mouth to speak, but the band's manager, Peter Grant, was already coming down the hallway, yelling at the band members to get on the stage. Bonzo shot her an apologetic smile before turning to leave towards the stage entrance.

Jimmy came out of his dressing room with his current female companion following close behind him, adjusting herself in her dress. Robert came out of his room shortly after. His eyes met with Evanna's as he walked past, and he shot her a wink.

She felt her breath catch in her throat.

She shook her head and made her way to the front of the stage and into the photographer's pit, setting up her camera.

The music as always healed her in a way that nothing else ever could. She focused on getting good shots of the band, zooming her lenses in to capture each individual member before stepping back to get a shot of the entire band. Hyper focusing on her career had always been her way of escaping from the anguish of what Geoffrey put her through on a regular basis.

Admitting that to herself, she felt like she had a weight lifted off her shoulders.

She couldn't help but rest her eyes on Robert as he strutted across the stage, thrusting his hips in time to the music, his luscious blond curls bouncing as he moved. Just seeing him onstage like this, she never would have imagined that he was so easy to talk to. Onstage, he seemed to turn into a sort of deity, the stage lights reflecting off his golden mane, causing it to look as if it were glowing. He looked like a sun god. Bright, radiant. Difficult to look at for too long.

After the concert, Evanna came back to the hotel early. She didn't have the energy or social battery to attend the after party in Jimmy's room. She was tired, and Geoffrey was still heavy on her heart and mind.

Ever since she had been travelling with the band, management had been paying for her room and food. She was given her key when she got back to the hotel, and she entered the musky-smelling room, setting her luggage down by the door. Feeling the silence and loneliness close in on her, Evanna felt like curling up on the bed and crying. She would normally be talking to Geoffrey on the phone by now.

His voice echoed in her head, the memories of him calling her a whore and a liar playing over in her head like a broken record.

Evanna turned the TV on, browsing the channels until she found some reruns of her favourite show. She turned the volume up as loud as it would go, trying to drown out the sound of her own thoughts.

She stripped down, catching a glimpse of her pale body in the mirror. She made her way into the bathroom, turning the shower on, making the water as hot as she could stand it before washing off the day as the television droned on outside.

By the time she got out of the shower, her skin red and flushed, she felt like a weight had been washed off her. Geoffrey breaking up with her felt like he was finally releasing her from the shackles of constant scrutiny and suspicion. But she had got so used to feeling that weight on her, a feeling that she had always convinced herself was an anchor to keep her grounded to her home, that she didn't know what to do now that it was gone.

She wrung the water out of her long red hair before taking the towel wrapped around her body and putting her hair up into it.

When she exited the bathroom in the nude, the first thing she noticed was how cold it was in the room compared to the steamy bathroom.

The second thing she noticed was that she wasn't alone. Robert was sitting on the bed, still in his stage clothes, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he was watching the TV. He barely had time to turn his head to see a flushed, naked woman exiting the bathroom before she let out a startled scream, quickly taking the towel off of her head to cover herself.

The scream had startled him, causing him to freeze.

"What are you doing in here!?" she screamed while backed against the wall, holding the now damp towel to her chest.

Robert tilted his head to the side in confusion, as if this wasn't the reaction he was used to when walking into a woman's room. "This is my room."

"No, this is my room!" she yelled, her voice irate.

Robert shrugged. "Management must have got the rooms mixed up. It's happened before."

Evanna quickly went over to her luggage to pull out a pair of pyjamas, disappearing into the bathroom to pull them on. She was shaking. She couldn't believe the incompetence of management. How was she supposed to share a room with the man she had felt such an extreme attraction to for the past few weeks? The only thing keeping her from losing it was the fact that she had her own little space each night.

When she exited the bathroom, Robert was standing by the kitchenette, his wild mane of golden hair obscuring his face. He was boiling some water on the stove in a copper teapot.

He turned to look at her, and she saw a mischievous glint in his eyes as the hint of a crooked smirk played across his lips. She was hit by the sudden dilemma of where they were supposed to sleep.

Robert placed the teapot to the side, taking some tea bags out to place in the pot to let seep.

He turned and looked around the room. He pretended to just notice the elephant in the room. "Oh, no," he said with an amused expression. "There's only one bed. What will we do now?"

Evanna rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "I guess one of us will have to sleep on the floor..." she said while averting her eyes to the ground.

Robert stepped closer to her, appearing to loom over her. She was short enough as it was, but his height made her feel like a child. He brought his hand under her chin to gently raise her eyes to look into his. His eyes were fixated on her face, as if counting each of her freckles. She felt her breath catch in her throat, and her heart race in her chest.

"Why would we need to sleep on the floor when the bed is big enough to hold both of us?" His thumb ran over her cheek. "Bonzo told me about your breakup..."

She mentally cursed him. "He did?"

"Yeah... that bloke didn't deserve you," he said gently. The mischievous glint came back into his eyes. "Given the circumstances... perhaps a little rebound action could do you some good."

That had done it. She felt like the dam had broken, causing her tears to start falling uncontrollably. Her hand cracked across his face, and his head snapped to the side.

"You are such a pig!" she shrieked at him. "Do you think that every woman wants you!?" Robert opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off again. "I am not a groupie!"

She sat down at the small table, her hands wound through her hair as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her heart was full of anguish.

She flinched when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry..." His voice was gentle and sincere, his accented speech as soft as a cloud. "That was... insensitive."

She could feel the warmth radiating off from him from just that single touch, and it was enough to bring forth the tears again.

"It's too cold for either of us to sleep on the floor..." he told her. "But I promise not to touch you without your permission..."

Evanna stared up at him with wet eyes, her tears mirroring the desolation she felt inside. He seemed even more beautiful to her at that moment.

"I-I did everything I could... and he still abandoned me..." More tears spilled forward. She felt like she had been holding it all in for the past four years.

Robert's large hand wrapped around her small, dainty wrist as he took her hand into his. His touch was gentle, light like a feather, as if she were a fragile being who would bruise easily.

The warmth she felt in just that gentle caress of her hand was more than she had ever felt with Geoffrey. Her face scrunched up, and she fell forward, her face burying itself into his shoulder as she continued to cry. Robert's arms encircled around her, wrapping her into a cocoon of warmth. He was so warm, so solid. She could feel the steadiness of his heartbeat underneath her ear.

"It's okay..." he whispered gently to her, his lips pressing against her mass of ginger hair. The sensation filled her with so much warmth, tears continued to fall.

They were silent for several minutes, just holding each other as Evanna cried silently. Robert's hand reached up to gently stroke her hair, the feeling of his hand on her scalp causing her to melt against him.

Evanna at last felt like she could get the tears to stop falling. But she didn't want to leave his arms; it was the warmest, most welcoming place she had ever been. When Robert eventually pulled away to tend to the tea, she suddenly became aware of how cold it was in the room. She rubbed at her now dry eyes, her head feeling as if it were in a clouded daze.

Robert poured some tea into a mug. She could smell the chamomile from across the room. The scent relaxed her.

"Would you like some tea, Evanna?"

He was the only person who ever called her by her full name, rather than Eve or Evie. It was as if he savoured each syllable as it rolled off his tongue. She loved the way her name sounded on his lips. She imagined what it would sound like if he were to moan her name repeatedly while in bed —

She mentally slapped herself as she shook away those thoughts. She quickly nodded.

"Sure..." she said in a soft voice.

He poured some tea into a second mug. "It'll keep you warm..."

She sniffed as he placed the hot mug down in front of her. She placed her hands around it, the heat radiating through her entire being. "Thank you..." She lowered her head, feeling embarrassed about her outburst earlier. "I'm sorry for slapping you..."

He chuckled softly and waved it off. "Don't worry about it, luv. I had that one coming..."

The herbs calmed her down, and heat seeped through her body, warming her on the inside as she took small sips of the tea.

Robert sipped his tea quietly, pretending to focus on the television to not make Evanna feel uncomfortable by staring at her too intensely. But he would occasionally steal glances at her, taking in little details about her. The way her freckles were lightly dusted across her face. The way her lips curled around the edge of the mug as she sipped her tea. Occasionally, her hazel eyes would meet his, and he would avert his eyes back down to his tea or back to the television.

After she finished her tea, she yawned and made her way over to the bed. Even as she slid under the blankets, she could feel the biting winter cold that had made its way into the room. She shivered, pulling the covers up to her chin.

Robert finished his cup of tea before getting up to turn the tele off. The room was filled with silence, but not the crushing kind of loneliness that Evanna had felt when she first arrived. The silence was serene.

Peaceful.

Robert slipped under the covers next to her, reaching for the lamp to turn off. Evanna found herself reaching for him, encircling her arms around his waist. He looked down at her as his hand rested on her shoulder.

"Just hold me..." she whispered softly, her head resting against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat steady against her ear.

Robert wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him as they both lay in bed. It felt as if he were her only source of heat at that moment; both literally and figuratively. Geoffrey had never held her like this, not once. The warmth and safety she felt in his arms made her feel almost embarrassed. He was just a mere acquaintance.

She became fully relaxed in his embrace, her hands reaching up to gently stroke his sideburns. A dopey smile broke out across his beautiful face, which prompted her own. The artistic side of her made her hands itch for her camera as she desired to capture that moment. But such a thing would be awkward.

He leaned down to press a small kiss on her lips. His lips were so soft, and the kiss felt so natural and sweet, like there were no ulterior motives behind it. Every gentle caress and kiss felt like an antibiotic, draining the toxicity from her veins, from her very heart.

The anguish Evanna had felt all evening became less and less as she lay in Robert's arms, gently running her hands through his long blond hair. His hair was even softer than it looked. She felt herself relaxing in his warm embrace. It was so much more than just a physical warmth. Robert's energy, and his very presence just radiated a warmth like no one else she had ever been around before.

Eventually, the sound of his breathing slowed, and the steady beat of his heart could be felt against her ear. His hand wound through her hair was the last Evanna noted before she slipped off into the warmest, most content sleep she had had in a long time.
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