Alcuin

[willysilver]

Willy had found a shitty bar with a stage and had gotten himself a Firday night gig. It was just him, a mic, a stool, and a bottle of water. No lighting, no show. Just a giant with a guitar.

Nyx had convinced him he could find his own music. He'd taken that to heart and had begun to write. He may not have Nyx's music, but he found the nymph was still his muse as every song was about him. Love, pain, sorrow, violence, he had an entire setlist.

"Believe it or not, this is a love song," he told the few people in the bar, most not paying attention, though they couldn't help but feel the music seeping into their blood.

Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns
Like rum on a fire
Hot and fast and angry
As she can be
I walk my days on a wire

It looks ugly, but it's clean
Oh mamma, don't fuss over me

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother

But I want it, it's a crime
That she's not around most of the time

Way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Her fight and fury is fiery
Oh but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful
I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing

And it's worth it, it's divine
I have this some of the time

Way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

One person clapped. Three were weeping.

Willy smiled and took a sip of water before finishing his set and stepping off the stage to get an actual drink.

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[alcuin]

Alcuin didn't go out much. And when he did he usually had a reason. A mission. But tonight... he just wanted to go be a normal person. Maybe even, frankly, find someone to go home with. Not because he needed anything from them. Just because he could.

He made his way to a part of the city far enough away from the brothel that he wouldn't run into anyone there, and wandered into a random bar.

When he realized what a shithole it was, he almost left, but then... he heard the music.

And soon he was sitting near the stage nursing a gin and tonic and watching him intently.

He waited to make sure that the musician wasn't mobbed (how was no one approaching him?!) and then left his seat and went up to him at the bar. "Can I buy you a drink?"