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.

Comments

[alcuin]

The first part Alcuin did not find shocking, but the second...

"My memory was taken from me?" He'd never even considered this possibility. But it... made sense.

[willysilver]

"Yes," he nodded sympathetically. "With almost surgical precision. Most memory spells leave tattered edges. Your past is simply gone."

[alcuin]

Alcuin still looked a bit stunned. "Is it fae magic? That could do that?"

[willysilver]

"No, this is the wizardry of men. No fae would do...that," he answered with a note of distaste.

[alcuin]

"I see," said Alcuin, looking troubled. "I - I might need another drink."