Okay Reign. Do so. I'll be quite pleased if you do.
[Just, y'know, if he had any doubt. Deciding to down the rest of the content of her glass, she wipes her mouth with the edge of her hand before standing. It's not hard for her to pick a song, and after a moment of composing herself she parts her lips to begin to sing.
It's a minor melody, the lamenting sadness and pining of the lyrics shining through. What's immediately apparent is the haunting, vexing quality of her voice. It's impossible to do anything but give her one's complete and undivided attention. The longer the song continues the more Reign may feel the desire to do just what she seems to be begging in the lyrics, to return the love to her that seems to have left in the first place. There will be an overwhelming feeling of pining, of wanting to soothe her apparent distress...
For a being who knows nothing of love, she sure can sing about it.]
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[Just, y'know, if he had any doubt. Deciding to down the rest of the content of her glass, she wipes her mouth with the edge of her hand before standing. It's not hard for her to pick a song, and after a moment of composing herself she parts her lips to begin to sing.
It's a minor melody, the lamenting sadness and pining of the lyrics shining through. What's immediately apparent is the haunting, vexing quality of her voice. It's impossible to do anything but give her one's complete and undivided attention. The longer the song continues the more Reign may feel the desire to do just what she seems to be begging in the lyrics, to return the love to her that seems to have left in the first place. There will be an overwhelming feeling of pining, of wanting to soothe her apparent distress...
For a being who knows nothing of love, she sure can sing about it.]