OPEN | prompt four | TEMPTATION

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prompt four | T E M P T A T I O N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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conor farraday | songbird

[tocatcha]

Maybe it's just me, but I'm more likely to get into that kind of trouble over an original Cézanne.

[clockworked]

'Trou—ble'. [ Mingniao's mouth threatens a moue which then recovers to prettiness with a flutter of her eyelashes. ] Less trou—ble now. For songbird and ma—ster. A long time, spent away. Time e—nough to hide.

[tocatcha]

[ Conor smiles one of his more charming smiles. ]

I'm afraid you'll find that I'm not very good at hiding for extended periods of time, Mingniao.

[clockworked]

[ Whenever Conor smiles, Mingniao smiles as well. Brighter this time and more beatifically — though it's impossible to tell whether this is true happiness or simply an engrained response. ]

Even if trou—ble comes again for Mingniao? [ There had been that run-in with Liniao in Grenadine. And then, months later, again in Brussels. If she was following Conor and the songbird, she was equal parts cautious and agressive. Showy when it counted but otherwise played close to her chest. ]

[tocatcha]

[ The difficulty with being as smart as Conor generally knew himself to be was that it made the threats presented by people like Liniao seem extremely temporary. A game of chase more than anything else. But for Mingniao's sake, he tries to take her concern seriously. ]

I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. But I can't imagine you want to be hidden away forever again either.

[clockworked]

[ She shakes her head in earnest, a quiet cooing noise rising in her throat. ] Then, before Co—nor, there was too much. Too much hiding and no light. No time, just wait—ing and wait—ing. For ma—ster, for ma—ker.

Now in the light, it is not the same. I— [ She pauses. It is strange for her to phrase things in reference to herself (I) and her own desires.(I want). ] —it would make the song—bird grieve. To be in the dark again.

[tocatcha]

[ Conor smiles again, though not so obviously this time nor so openly intended to charm. ]

I think there may be people in the world made [ he pauses to press his lips together in recognition of the fact that that word has special meaning in this context ] to hide away for most of their lives. But neither of us are them.