hearthebell: (I'm just a slave unto the night)
hearthebell ([personal profile] hearthebell) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2022-11-01 02:05 am (UTC)

October 31

[John's comings and goings in Gaze are monitored just enough so that, on some point during the 31st, a Trenchie lad of about 18 is able to approach John with a guitar.

He strums a vaguely menacing minor chord, and looks a little scared, but launches into a rollicking song that he belts for all nearby to hear.]


John Gaius, is it? So your name isn’t wrong?
I came to deliver a message in song.
Before you walk off, know it’s tailored for you,
Selected and planned around things that are true.

An event will be hosted, with pomp and aplomb,
I’m assured that it’s promised to be quite THE BOMB.
When it’s dark as the tomb by the sounding sea,
The hands and the drinks will be free, just like me.

Your winged seraphs of mortician’s design
Don’t substitute love, or substitute wine.
If you’re worried the fallout will go to your head,
The life of this party, at least, isn’t dead.


[The final note is a falsetto octave's reach, accompanied by a chord plucked string by string, sustained to maximum effect.

The lad's quite good, but he starts to hurry away almost immediately. In addition to paying him, L covered a tip three times over, advising that he should not expect one from the recipient.]

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