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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After a moment's examination, she tilts down, pressing a kiss to the very highest point, smiling.] You shouldn't hide it- it's beautiful.
[Not a demand; she can't blame him for not wanting it. But it's a part of him that she can't help but love, and not just for aesthetics.]
He shivers at that kiss, and tugs gently on the fabric of her dress. If she's going to be saying silly things like that, she should at least be fair about it. No words, he'd just mess those up anyway. Just a meaningful look.]
Enjoy.]
She's not going to stay sitting up for long, because Sigmund pulls her down and presses his face between her breasts. He's making an effort to kiss every bit of skin she she just exposed, and mumbling something. That's a bit muffled, though, because he's not making an effort to move his face away. Smooshability > audibility.]
Y're...beautiful too.
You're sure?
[Not that he doesn't want to. He really, really wants to. But it's only gentlemanly to ask. He'd be okay with taking this slow. Not like she won't be there tomorrow, after all.]
If you ask me one more time, you'll be sorry.
Then show me I don't have to.
But whatever, she's never, ever going to refuse a kiss from him. So she returns it without resistance, though one hand may be sliding downwards just so. Is that a good answer?]
There. He's good, he got rid of them for her. Now why is that dress still half on? Unfair.]
He watches her expectantly for a few moments before realizing... no. Oh, come on. Woman, why you do this to him? Well, no matter. First, one must remain calm and assess the situation. Maybe if he flips them over...
And that's exactly what he's going to try to do.]
But for the moment, at least, Sigmund is too busy nuzzling into the hair behind her ear to do any such thing. To repay her for her aid in his dress-removing efforts, he trails a hand down her side.]
Satisfied now?
I think you're on the right track to do so, my lord.
My name. You can use it. [There's a voice to match the expression from earlier.]
But... I never call you...
[He doesn't really care either way. Whatever makes her comfortable. He's much more interested in getting comfortable, himself. He moves down so that he can lay his head on her chest and closes his eyes, tries to encourage her to run her fingers through his hair. She's so warm, all of her. He could fall asleep here... but later. Much later.]