The crack was felt rather than heard, a jolting deep in the soul as something beautiful screeches to a halt. It had been done improperly.
Ragdoll was untrained and untalented but there was no better voice in the world right now. It sang his song and broke the chains around him. Billy mustered what little strength they'd left him and forced his teeth and tongue into a new configuration. T-the Music Meister i--is the man that...the world shall obey...
"No, no!"
So do your job, steal all you can, while you're under my sway! His elbow stabbed out and hit the acolyte in the chest, freeing him to make a mad dash for Ragdoll's arms. Around them the cultists were weeping for the lost beauty.
"He's mine! That song is mine!" The acolyte's jewelry glowed and the inscriptions on his coat seemed to move independently of the cloth they were sewn to. Rage flashed in his eyes. His fists clenched. "No imperfections will stand here!" He reached out his hand, trying to call Billy back to him.
Billy held tightly to Ragdoll and closed his eyes against the enthralling influence. A power beyond his own. Not to toy with minds and make them dance, but to control the fabric of the universe. But it was not quite right, not quite there, something was missing.
The revelation came over Billy like a message straight from the gods. Perhaps it had. "Can't be," he whispered, voice ragged. No, it could not be mine. It could only be ours.
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Date: 2013-05-25 03:25 pm (UTC)Ragdoll was untrained and untalented but there was no better voice in the world right now. It sang his song and broke the chains around him. Billy mustered what little strength they'd left him and forced his teeth and tongue into a new configuration. T-the Music Meister i--is the man that...the world shall obey...
"No, no!"
So do your job, steal all you can, while you're under my sway! His elbow stabbed out and hit the acolyte in the chest, freeing him to make a mad dash for Ragdoll's arms. Around them the cultists were weeping for the lost beauty.
"He's mine! That song is mine!" The acolyte's jewelry glowed and the inscriptions on his coat seemed to move independently of the cloth they were sewn to. Rage flashed in his eyes. His fists clenched. "No imperfections will stand here!" He reached out his hand, trying to call Billy back to him.
Billy held tightly to Ragdoll and closed his eyes against the enthralling influence. A power beyond his own. Not to toy with minds and make them dance, but to control the fabric of the universe. But it was not quite right, not quite there, something was missing.
The revelation came over Billy like a message straight from the gods. Perhaps it had. "Can't be," he whispered, voice ragged. No, it could not be mine. It could only be ours.