Somewhere in the distance, she can hear a fire burning. The wafting smoke is dampened by the steady dripping of water escaping the glass barrier protecting the city.

If she concentrates hard enough, she can almost remember what fire smells like.

Clinging to the pipes lacing the ceiling of this particular stretch of Pauper's Drop, Songbird lurks and listens. There is a whisper in the air; a tingling in the back of her mind. Maybe it's a little sister reaching out to her, or perhaps it's one of the Lambs finally calling her home. It could be neither. From her perch she hums softly to herself, hoping that this time, just maybe, there is real change coming. Her humming cuts short as she catches sight of shadows flickering across the floor. They're too small to be Big Daddies, or even Alpha series, but they smell of Adam. Curious as to their identities but wary of these newcomers, Songbird recedes into the shadows, watching as

heres--aequoreus and

bigsisterbeta

//Oh! thank you very much :D I hope your day is equally as awesome lovely mun!

Figured she would come crawling back at some point. The draw of Rapture was simply too strong to walk away from, and besides, up there on the surface there were hardly any men as charming as good ol' Atlas was. Smirking in the almost darkness, the man in question cocked a brow at her approach, a thick and easy laugh rolling off his tongue.

Send me a + if you think my muse is cute.

"--Do you like peanut butter?"