267; In medias res

[singindemonhq]

A song from halfway through a Gig? The old demon was spoiled for choice! So many years, so many tunes – in the end he went to sleep while he was thinking about it, and, of course, he dreamed.

It’d been a Gig in some rural place in one of the Celtic countries. None of the Team could find the Talisman wearer and he’d cast a glamor so that nobody would see him as an unusual traveller and then slept in the local inn. The magic went on and he’d been woken by a woman singing in the house below. She had a high, clear voice with a hint of laughter in her tones, and she seemed to be moving from room to room as she sang,

“We were married in the winter
When the nights were long and cold,
Then the army came and took him,
For to be a soldier bold,
Now I sleep when light is fading,
And I rise and work each morn,
But fondly I remember,
The nights we danced 'till dawn.

His mother has been grieving
Though I feared that she'd rejoice,
I was never in her favor
and she has a powerful voice.
He told me go and stay with her
I told him that I'll see,
But Hell will be iced over
On the day she lives with me!

I know that if she lived with me
his ma would wear a frown.
She said I was too friendly
with the fellows from the town,
I've heard she has a past herself,
with those she didn't scorn,
and surely she remembers,
The nights she danced 'till dawn!

We were married in the winter,
and now he's been gone a while,
I'm trying to remember,
but I can't recall his smile,
Even his scent is fading
from the clothing that he's worn,
But fondly I remember,
The nights we danced 'till dawn!”

She'd reached the room he was using, by then.

They never did find the talisman-wearer in that Gig – but the demon smiled in his sleep as the dream went on.

Muse, "Sweet" the singing demon.
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 337.