Are there any musicians here? It has been too long since I was able to enjoy a performance. I would like to hear a song from your world. If you will indulge me, I will share one from mine.
[If any of those musicians (or anyone else) happens to be around house #47, they might hear some quiet flute music from that house's porch. Sigmund is mostly just playing for himself, but if anyone stopped by to listen, he'd play louder for them. He's in an unusually good mood, barely even a hint of his usual morbidity or ill humor. What could possibly be causing that?]
(OOC: Sigmund's AU needs no linked explanation. He did not disappear in a blaze of idiotic glory. That's really all you need to know.)
[If any of those musicians (or anyone else) happens to be around house #47, they might hear some quiet flute music from that house's porch. Sigmund is mostly just playing for himself, but if anyone stopped by to listen, he'd play louder for them. He's in an unusually good mood, barely even a hint of his usual morbidity or ill humor. What could possibly be causing that?]
(OOC: Sigmund's AU needs no linked explanation. He did not disappear in a blaze of idiotic glory. That's really all you need to know.)


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So what did you mean?
As long as you realize that...
...Focus, Edwyna. He's talking. This is Important.]
I understand, my lord. But... I don't mind it. Even if you're different, I still- [...Come on, you can say it. You can say it!] ...I still love you.
I can only hope you aren't disappointed. [It's not exactly high romance, but it's something. It's a start.]
It's alright. I trust you.
Come here...
He buries his hands in her hair, doing some significant damage to her pretty hairstyle, and leans his forehead against hers.]
I like it better down.
I'll keep it down from now on for you, then.
What do you want of me?
Wh-whatever you want, my lord! It's not... I mean... what I want isn't important...
It matters to me.
I... think you already know what I want...
And you shall have it.
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Gladly, my lord.
One would hope.
I hope I'm not out of practice.
An easy problem to solve.
...We should...the bed.
So with one last teasing kiss, she slides off his lap, taking his hand and urging him up. If he needs help with the dress, she'll be happy to be of service.]
He follows her up, wrapping his arms around her waist. Maybe if he... What if it's supposed to... Finally he has to step back to arms' length and shake his head. There's a certain rare mirth to his expression, and to his voice.]
I don't... know how this dress works.
Well, it shouldn't be too much of a problem for her. Hopefully- she'd needed help getting into it, after all. She reaches up behind her, tapping at the center of her back until she grasps at a little flap of extra fabric covering the ties holding the dress together.]
Can you untie that part? It should slide off with just that.