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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I... ah... my lord, I thought I was going to... [...What is she trying to say. DISTRACTION DISTRACTION- oh, right. -DISTRACTI- no no, she can say it-] ...to please you, my lord.
[Both of his hands are up by her head. Which means... brushing against her thigh? Not his hand.]
Always, my lord?
So he slides off of her (towards the center of the bed, isn't he smart) and settles himself down; then takes her hand to tug her toward him. C'mere.] That is your aim, is it not?
Of course... all of this would be for nothing if you aren't satisfied.