" would you play your lyre for me ? "
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ššššššš ššššššš šššš ššššššš šš ššš ššššššš šššššššššš. her inheritance : a manifestation of heaven's gold rewritten into silky fronds and ancient hieroglyphs. a musical melody is passed before ancestor and descendant. it remains unchanged āā never ending towards the absolution known as the passage time, the goddess' final hymn : zelda's lullaby. she breathes into its vibrato as if it was oxygen, a soft chorus escapes her lungs over and over again. zelda hums and you listen. quietly in the privacy of their shared sanatorium, where ruffling pages and shifting movements intercepts an unconscious singing.
would you play your lyre for me ?
ā and what would you do for me in exchange, dear husband ? ā the queen finds herself suppressing an impish exchange, rosy lips blooming into a fond yet delicate smile with eyes never once looking away from the documents at hand. she works excessively behind the scenes, always drawn by diligence and responsibility. the fact that she existed here, in this moment, was the simple truth that : she wanted to be here. at this moment : she wanted to be by your side. the line between convenience and sincerity has long began to blur, and instead she finds relief with your camaraderie. dear husband, my husband, how easy it was to spew forth such a convincing act and yet she finds it just as natural as her song. she has grown fond of you, she has concluded, in spite of all pretentious and cunning and pride, she has in all accounts began to feel such a foreign sense of attachment.
( if i play you this song, would this make you happy ? ) could she also be capable of granting you, your heart's desire ? there is a pause that resonates within her for a second. a thought appearing before her like the first few drops of rain. surrendering to your request, she places her work down and offers you, her hand from where she stood. ā i will play for you a short performance and once it is finish, i would like some answers from you. ā a fair trade, one that exhibits the underlining core to their very own union : to give is to receive, and in this case what she wanted most was to know you, as you have grown to know her. ( what delights you, what compels you, the thoughts that goes onto your head, she wanted to excavate it all. in exchange for her song, she wanted to know you. ) ā what do you say ? do you accept this terms ? ā
