Hey now, all you Sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on..

Hey now, all you Killers
Put your lights on, put your lights on..



It was a long day. She was spent. Her body needed a dark room and cold sheets. She didn't want a hug, or a kiss, sex, she wanted only to recoil, gather herself, and awake fresh.

Her body and leathers were covered in dust. She sauntered down the road, rubbing her face free of the grime with the back of her fist, eyes hooded and glassy. She felt removed, distant, as if something had happened to her, and she wasn't as yet sure whether it was a good feeling or a bad one.

Omens floated about this town always. She'd felt tense, prickled, waiting for the spanner in these works, and here it was, and she felt emptier than before. It was funny how life had turned about, how serious Mish and her had come about one another, and it gladdened her, how free they were with each other, they were naked beyond the bedroom, exposed and respected. Thinking on it as she strode had her lift her chin high, roll her shoulders back, and made her turn off the Fork to westend and to the oCorr estate. It was a gutsy manuever, but she tired of hiding, at least as much as she ever had, but now she lived, and did as she pleased. And would see Mish tonight, she'd go to him and confide in him, silence, and just rest, head to his chest, and just sit in stilness.


The world was a place of risks, filled with pitfall and peril, it was a place of magic, of wilderness, of love, of lore, passion and tragedy. It all was based on ones approach to it.


Outside, in the field, she stared at the Estate, hair whipping about her, eyes great and bright. She felt herself grow quiet within, shuddering. She longed for him.


Hey now..
All you lovers..

Put your lights on...Put your lights on..

well it's hot in the yard
and it's cool in the bed
and i whip the blankets into cotton thread
and i'll tear all the carpet up over my head
'til my feet can go right through the basement

well you play so surprised at what you have found
but i heard you coming from way across town
so let's get to getting to burning it down
and the fire, it's spreading like madness

'cause i'm steeped in this pleasure
i've snapped from my tether
that the nation may vibrate apart
and you lead me again to the back of the line
and we'll work our way slow to the start

when the dishes are broken and the kitchen's a mess
i'm trapped in the door
why don't you make me confess
'cause i'm tastin' delicious
to just keep you guessin'
whatever it is, that ignites me

'cause i'm steeped in this pleasure
i've snapped from my tether
that the nation may vibrate apart
and you lead me again to the back of the line
and we'll work our way slow to the start
yes we'll work our way slow to the start

when instinct is dirty and morality's clean
and we're bound for damnation say those magazines
well to hell with the sorrow and watered-down scenes
we'll burn us a bridge straight to heaven.

'cause i'm steeped in this pleasure
i've snapped from my tether
that the nation may vibrate apart
and you lead me again to the back of the line
and we'll work our way slow to the start
yes we'll work our way slow to the start
yes we'll work our way slow to the start

whip the blankets

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There was no torchlight, only the buzz and lisp of late night instincts in the heat of the field. Darkness and itch. And his glare.


"Oh but Mish, I want you, need you, I can't keep bein' your Inn gal...I can't be a hider anymore.."

She moved towards him, aware of his keeping distant, and she breathed quickly, staring up at him, a hand struggling to keep the hair out of her face.

"I can't be hidin' anymore, Mish. Please...come walk with me"

She meant it this time. No walk to a bedroom or a ditch in the field. She wanted to put her hand in his. To forgot the horrors in her heart. To take her mind off of Viki, to whom her thoughts moved in and out of over the day. She was tired, and couldn't get the stink of Skado off of her, let along having a lasoo about her throat, she didn't care, she just wanted the soothing calm of talcum and licorice on her.

"Come on Mish..."

She looked towards the Estate.

"You don't want this"

Her eyes, desperate, held his best they could, and she reached out to take his hands.

"I'm scared, lover. I dreamt of Vienna and Desdichado. I don't wanna leave but I get the creeps...I was followed home too..things are happening...I'm gettin' worried again honey, sugar, baby, lover..."

The words spilt in a husky hurry. She moved to him, bracing her arms about his tapered waist, and resting her head against his chest, to rest a moment.

Around them was the incesssant drone of insects. The closing in of the world. The night was always theirs to live in, lovers and killers and sinners. She longed to be in it, its touch, his skin, alone, away from displeasure, away from being denied.

"What I got here?"

Face pained, lost beneath the streamers of autumn coloured locks, she shook her head and looked away. Whether she'd referred to him not wanting his wife, or whether she meant not wanting Lerida to be hid, was perhaps something she didn't know herself, though she was inclined to duel statements, and it hinted at both.

Her eyes said as much as they locked on his, she was clearly a distressed jazznote, out of synch, discord making flat and bare her voice.

"You walk with me till I go then, Mish. I never asked a thing of you but I am won't to be a secret thing of any man's. Been that my whole life"


She knew she was as much to blame for that ipso facto than anything or anyone else, but it didn't mean she didn't hurt. She let go his hand by the time WestEnd held their feet, and she stood, toe to toe, eye to his lower chest.

"I'm leavin' Mish'Cael. Movin back to where I came from. Showgirl till I die"

Her eyes didn't seek his, she didn't want to be begged. She supposed she just wanted to be really loved by him before she took to the roads again. One day, she may have asked him to give up the sneakin' around the streets and she'd give up the highway, but the road was her lover, her best friend, knew her secrets and her past better than any man had.


"Stay with me tonight"

Her eyes lifted to his. She wouldn't fight tonight.

She slid her arm into his and let the night lead. Angels and Sinners and Lovers and Killers walking beside them, on some parallel.


"I'm gonna miss the Mish, ye know", she whispered, and then they were inside, and good byes were made, the unorthodox way, but then, for Lovers and Sinners, Killers and some Angels, that was the only road to tread.