"I can ride my bike with no handlebars, no handlebars, no handlebars." The fetid water of the sewers swirled about his ankles as the stream left them to the quiet trickle of leaking pipes. Dipping low, the Singer of Songs held Mayverdia aloft above the water doing what he could to keep her from the grime infensted much behind them. "So much pain, we don't know how to be but angry. Feel infected, like we got gangreen, please don't let anyone try to change me. Me. Just me in the middle of the sea full of faces. Full of faces. Some laugh. Some salivating."
The crumbling hall was all that remained of an ancient opera houses' original foundations. Passages linked off in several watery directions as a newly built central hub had unearthed this section of the city. Mouldy and broken furniture lined the walls in a mockery of warm welcome. Broken slabs of upturned earth and stone littered the floor with great gaping holes that breathed dank air into the room from forgotten chambers. Despite the age there stood a new addition.
On a sturdy space of floor a four poster bed had been erected with care. Coffins were not his style. Too cramped and limiting by far. With infinite care he laid Mayverdia down upon rumpled sheets of satin saphire and fresh snow-white pillows. Softly he fanned her hair out so nothing would pull or knot as a pale ray of moonlight broke through a hole in the floor cieling above. Its silver light brushed across her face as though touched by the grace of an angel. "You ought to know. Tonight is the night to let it go. Put on a show. I wanna see how you lose control. So leave it behind, cause we got a night to get away. So come on and fly wit' me as we make our great escape."
It felt like a force beyond his person held his hand in place as it cupped her cheek then. Something magnetic made her stand out to him, something primal even. So much had changed in such time to leave him in a state of disbelief over it all. What had he become in his slumber? First the undead upon the Isle, then the odd power in his scream at being bloodied. Something was changing him. Something beyond the Singer's own knowledge, limited as it was anyway. "So baby don't worry. You are my only. You won't be lonely. Even if the sky is falling down. You will be my only. No need to worry. Baby are you down down down?
A true force of will finally pulled him from her side and up the only set of stairs in the broken room. A soft rumbling overhead sounded the commencement of pipes roaring to life as soft bits of dust and steam drifted in the air. Moments later he returned with an overlarge bowl held casually in one hand while the other carried sewn sack draped over the wrist. At her side once again, the bowl was set down on a flat slab of stone revealing steaming water in its basin.
"Down. Down. baby are you down down down? Even if the sky is falling down." From the cloth bag a wash cloth of dark green was removed and set into the steaming basin. Following it came a squeezable bottle of a deep blue, almost purple substance. The scent of lavender tickled his senses. "I'm so addicted to...all the things you do." lavender soap found itself spread over the wet cloth before he leaned over May and began to remove her soiled clothes. Hands that could crush steel now slid like velvetine wind over her form, freeing it of the clinging materials.
"If you only knew..." The hot cloth lathered up as he softly caressed it over her skin. A soft trail of white froth and bubbles soon turned black as it began to eat away the filth of the sewers.
"I'm hangin' by a thread. The web I spin for you. If you only knew. I'd sacrifice my beating heart before I'd lose. You. " He lifted her arm as though it were made of glass and brought he cloth down along the underside and up around her shoulder in one contunous motion before rinsing the cloth and re-soaping.
"If I drown tonight, bring me back to life. Breath your breath in me. The only thing I still beleive in you. If you only knew." He swept the renewed cloth down along the length of her hip in soft circling patterns while moving. Suds traling down to her calf and across the flat of her foot with a lover's caress to the care he took in bathing her.
"Ever since the days of old. Men would search for wealth untold. They dig for wealth and gold. And leave the empty holes." Fingers swept upward, wiping soil from her inner thigh and lower portions to be rinsed again. "I remember black skies. The lightning all around me. I remembered each flash as time began to blur. Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me. And your voices was all I heard, that I get what I deserve..."
The words a soft lullabye to her slumbering presence as he continued to cleans her body of the physical impurities from the waters beneath Rhydin. "Never knew...I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky...before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Every day, I love you more than me. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing? Tellin' me to give you...everything. Seasons may change. Winter to Spring. But I love you. Until the end of time..."
Dirt and slime gradually fled from her perfect form under the steady motions of his hands. Matted hair and stench vanishing before the cloth and lavender, all the while his words floated over her sleeping body, Eyes protective and guarded. "Come what may." His voice ran through the empty room. "Come what may. I will love you...until my dy - ing day."
His hands pressed over the supple flesh of her busom halfway between inspecting and desire. "Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste. it all revolves around you..."
His near skeletal frame moved to lay atop hers, taking in the lavender scent, and her own just beneath that as though it were an aphrodesiac. "And there's no mountsin too high. No rivers too wide. Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds my gather, and stars may collide. But I love you....til the end...of...time...." HIs eyes flashed as he strunk, buring his fangs into the flesh above her heart.
The crumbling hall was all that remained of an ancient opera houses' original foundations. Passages linked off in several watery directions as a newly built central hub had unearthed this section of the city. Mouldy and broken furniture lined the walls in a mockery of warm welcome. Broken slabs of upturned earth and stone littered the floor with great gaping holes that breathed dank air into the room from forgotten chambers. Despite the age there stood a new addition.
On a sturdy space of floor a four poster bed had been erected with care. Coffins were not his style. Too cramped and limiting by far. With infinite care he laid Mayverdia down upon rumpled sheets of satin saphire and fresh snow-white pillows. Softly he fanned her hair out so nothing would pull or knot as a pale ray of moonlight broke through a hole in the floor cieling above. Its silver light brushed across her face as though touched by the grace of an angel. "You ought to know. Tonight is the night to let it go. Put on a show. I wanna see how you lose control. So leave it behind, cause we got a night to get away. So come on and fly wit' me as we make our great escape."
It felt like a force beyond his person held his hand in place as it cupped her cheek then. Something magnetic made her stand out to him, something primal even. So much had changed in such time to leave him in a state of disbelief over it all. What had he become in his slumber? First the undead upon the Isle, then the odd power in his scream at being bloodied. Something was changing him. Something beyond the Singer's own knowledge, limited as it was anyway. "So baby don't worry. You are my only. You won't be lonely. Even if the sky is falling down. You will be my only. No need to worry. Baby are you down down down?
A true force of will finally pulled him from her side and up the only set of stairs in the broken room. A soft rumbling overhead sounded the commencement of pipes roaring to life as soft bits of dust and steam drifted in the air. Moments later he returned with an overlarge bowl held casually in one hand while the other carried sewn sack draped over the wrist. At her side once again, the bowl was set down on a flat slab of stone revealing steaming water in its basin.
"Down. Down. baby are you down down down? Even if the sky is falling down." From the cloth bag a wash cloth of dark green was removed and set into the steaming basin. Following it came a squeezable bottle of a deep blue, almost purple substance. The scent of lavender tickled his senses. "I'm so addicted to...all the things you do." lavender soap found itself spread over the wet cloth before he leaned over May and began to remove her soiled clothes. Hands that could crush steel now slid like velvetine wind over her form, freeing it of the clinging materials.
"If you only knew..." The hot cloth lathered up as he softly caressed it over her skin. A soft trail of white froth and bubbles soon turned black as it began to eat away the filth of the sewers.
"I'm hangin' by a thread. The web I spin for you. If you only knew. I'd sacrifice my beating heart before I'd lose. You. " He lifted her arm as though it were made of glass and brought he cloth down along the underside and up around her shoulder in one contunous motion before rinsing the cloth and re-soaping.
"If I drown tonight, bring me back to life. Breath your breath in me. The only thing I still beleive in you. If you only knew." He swept the renewed cloth down along the length of her hip in soft circling patterns while moving. Suds traling down to her calf and across the flat of her foot with a lover's caress to the care he took in bathing her.
"Ever since the days of old. Men would search for wealth untold. They dig for wealth and gold. And leave the empty holes." Fingers swept upward, wiping soil from her inner thigh and lower portions to be rinsed again. "I remember black skies. The lightning all around me. I remembered each flash as time began to blur. Like a startling sign that fate had finally found me. And your voices was all I heard, that I get what I deserve..."
The words a soft lullabye to her slumbering presence as he continued to cleans her body of the physical impurities from the waters beneath Rhydin. "Never knew...I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky...before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Every day, I love you more than me. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing? Tellin' me to give you...everything. Seasons may change. Winter to Spring. But I love you. Until the end of time..."
Dirt and slime gradually fled from her perfect form under the steady motions of his hands. Matted hair and stench vanishing before the cloth and lavender, all the while his words floated over her sleeping body, Eyes protective and guarded. "Come what may." His voice ran through the empty room. "Come what may. I will love you...until my dy - ing day."
His hands pressed over the supple flesh of her busom halfway between inspecting and desire. "Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste. it all revolves around you..."
His near skeletal frame moved to lay atop hers, taking in the lavender scent, and her own just beneath that as though it were an aphrodesiac. "And there's no mountsin too high. No rivers too wide. Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds my gather, and stars may collide. But I love you....til the end...of...time...." HIs eyes flashed as he strunk, buring his fangs into the flesh above her heart.