TM When I awoke next morning...
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singindemonhqWhen I awoke next morning and looked in on the latest Queen she was still singing. It wasn't even one of my numbers, just a tired, off-key wordless drone to the ragged little bundle she was holding. The kid was still scooped into the curve of her shawl, stone quiet, as though it was hoping that, if it stayed very, very still, the noise would stop.
I knew better than that, of course. I'm an empath.
They called them the starvelings, in the part of the world this pair came from. The war had been going on for a long time, and still the bone-thin, famine-dried figures came stumbling out from the hills. Desperation kept some of them moving for longer than you'd think possible, but most of the humans who found their way out of those mines died on the path to freedom. This one had found a new way to get off the road, and she'd called on me for a happy ending.
The girl was almost asleep, crouched on the edge of the sleeping silks, rocking, half-wrapped around the baby. She was still crooning. As I watched she moved her scarred, grubby hand to brush back the edge of the shawl. I knew the wailing would start at any minute.
She was a real romantic. She'd imagined me as a noble rescuer - now there's a twist.
Anyway, she was on my world now. She'd learn.
One thing she'd learn was that nobody could imagine me as concerned enough to stick around when a kid that age gets the colic!
It wasn't the first time I've brought more than one human over and it always causes a fuss at this end. It'd been a long hard gig, anyway. I'd slept for more than 8 hours already but I left them to the house-minions and took off to get some more rest.
Muse; Sweet the Singing Demon
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I knew better than that, of course. I'm an empath.
They called them the starvelings, in the part of the world this pair came from. The war had been going on for a long time, and still the bone-thin, famine-dried figures came stumbling out from the hills. Desperation kept some of them moving for longer than you'd think possible, but most of the humans who found their way out of those mines died on the path to freedom. This one had found a new way to get off the road, and she'd called on me for a happy ending.
The girl was almost asleep, crouched on the edge of the sleeping silks, rocking, half-wrapped around the baby. She was still crooning. As I watched she moved her scarred, grubby hand to brush back the edge of the shawl. I knew the wailing would start at any minute.
She was a real romantic. She'd imagined me as a noble rescuer - now there's a twist.
Anyway, she was on my world now. She'd learn.
One thing she'd learn was that nobody could imagine me as concerned enough to stick around when a kid that age gets the colic!
It wasn't the first time I've brought more than one human over and it always causes a fuss at this end. It'd been a long hard gig, anyway. I'd slept for more than 8 hours already but I left them to the house-minions and took off to get some more rest.
Muse; Sweet the Singing Demon
Fandom BTVS
Words, 333
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