Sing Me To Sleep

petal-tow replied to your post:i’m t ired I don’t even know what I’m saying, shut...

/sees celebrity fanfiction in the tag

me: -goes into the jasmine sanders tag-

dane-tow said: u stop that angel-tow said: omg hush flynn-tow said: chdjhh must u creep so

breaking yet another silence that had grown over them like a creeping ivy

"Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo," Flynn sang quickly, feeling more foolish by the minute. He strode through the frosty underbrush with steady footfalls, carefully picking his way around bushes and trees with ease. He guided Odette; careful to mind her, always double-checking to make sure she was still there. He hoped he wouldn't receive any Orphean punishment for that. "Woman, you want me, give me a sign," his cabin neared through the trees. "And catch my breathing even closer behind~."

Flynn stared at the treeline that lay before them. He slowed his footsteps enough to consider Odette's request, carefully parting more branches for her. On the one hand, he could deny her the option, and simply settle for normal conversation. On the other, what if music could jar her memory? Closing his eyes, Flynn sucked in a breath and continued walking, his baritone voice flooding the once-quiet forest with melody. " Darken the city, night is a wire Steam in the subway, earth is a afire~."

There was a silence as Flynn considered Odette's question. His shoulders hunched subtly, and the tall 'wolf paused, holding a snowy branch out of the way for the cat shifter accordingly. His jaw set and he finally shrugged, shaking his shaggy-haired head. "Uh--I didn't. Before I met you, n' others n'stuff. Just whistled a lot." He hadn't sang in a long time, save for when he worked. He began padding off down the beaten path, the snow packed hard enough to walk upon. "It's this way."

"Yes, bloody well, too, if I recall correctly," Flynn snorted, shaking his head with the slow-to-leave disbelief of seeing her again. Knowing her again. And just--she didn't know him. She seemed to know very little. His stomach twisted itself into serpentine knots--another familiar and unfriendly reminder. "Oh." Little by little, Flynn slid his suddenly clumsy, scarred fingers around Odette's own. "I'd--prefer mine. If that's alright with you, Odette." Still so thoughtful; the kindest, she was.