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lapseofself, a random little drabble. Darkish.
Sing little grasshopper, sing!
...oh, you don't want to sing?
What a shame!
And after I was so nice as to take you in.
How ungrateful of you really. I ought to punish you for that!
...but I won't if you sing for me.
Sing me a love song, of moonlit night and dew-drenched roses. Sing me a love song, of a tragic romance and lovers whose stars became super novas. Sing me a love song, and sing sweetly, so that the birds themselves may die of envy while the stars weep to hear your voice.
Sing. That's all I ask of you. All I will ever ask of you. I'll release you if you sing for me, fill your hands with gold, spread tales of your fame all o'er the land and your life will be lived as if you were born under a charmed star, instead of a cursed one.
...is that hard to sing for me? Such a simple thing that I ask, no, demand of you. Such a simple, simple thing. Even the youngest child knows a lullaby or two. One as old as you, twenty shifts of the seasons at least, should know several songs, for several occasions. Though what song do you sing for someone who woos you in a desert, who gifts you with blood and gold and immortality? What song will you sing me, my pretty darkling, my pretty darling?
You won't sing for me still?
I'm not surprised.
A caged bird never sings. It merely screams.
...oh, you don't want to sing?
What a shame!
And after I was so nice as to take you in.
How ungrateful of you really. I ought to punish you for that!
...but I won't if you sing for me.
Sing me a love song, of moonlit night and dew-drenched roses. Sing me a love song, of a tragic romance and lovers whose stars became super novas. Sing me a love song, and sing sweetly, so that the birds themselves may die of envy while the stars weep to hear your voice.
Sing. That's all I ask of you. All I will ever ask of you. I'll release you if you sing for me, fill your hands with gold, spread tales of your fame all o'er the land and your life will be lived as if you were born under a charmed star, instead of a cursed one.
...is that hard to sing for me? Such a simple thing that I ask, no, demand of you. Such a simple, simple thing. Even the youngest child knows a lullaby or two. One as old as you, twenty shifts of the seasons at least, should know several songs, for several occasions. Though what song do you sing for someone who woos you in a desert, who gifts you with blood and gold and immortality? What song will you sing me, my pretty darkling, my pretty darling?
You won't sing for me still?
I'm not surprised.
A caged bird never sings. It merely screams.
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And the grasshopper is how I refer to
XD Thanks for the feedback!
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Ahhh xD I see xD
You're welcome ^^'
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And believe it, for your hikari-toy does not lie! ^_^
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and yes hikari-toy, you are forgiven! Da-da-DUM!
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YAAAAAAAY ... wait... ... hmmm.. it can't be that easy, can it? :P
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Ow...
XD, definitely not my dahlin' hikari-toy :P
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>.> *must keep eye out for... um.... something*
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Hopeless woman, how can you hurt yourself with your own halo?
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Um... well... I wanted to see how sharp it was... then it kept getting stuck in my hair so I had to make sure to get it at the right place so that it wouldn't... then a few times I forgot about it... a few times I did it on purpose *sweatdrop* But... um... some of these are to protect my fingers from being injured...
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...*blinks* Now why would anyone hurt themselves with their own halo on purpose? You are a strange little angel my dear.
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Ummmmm.... it ... causes... blood? And... makes the halo... bloody... bloodier? o.o;