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What Rhymes with Bliss?
Date: 2013-12-10 06:33 am (UTC)*
Say a prayer, say farewell to sweet sunlight;
as the moon rises high in the dead of night!
Say goodbye, bid adieu to your pitiful life!
A final sweet kiss for your pretty young wife!
For a Brother comes calling with a wicked, sharp knife!
“I didn't expect him to sing so well,” Babette murmured to the Listener. Their esteemed leader didn't reply at first, merely continuing to watch as Cicero capered before them with his latest composition. Several had come before, one a ballad, another a limerick. This song, however, held promise.
We'll kill them all for a price, be it sir or miss!
With a snarl or a laugh or an angry hiss!
A scarlet slash at your throat, or a poisoned kiss!
To the void with you, friend, to the blackest bliss---
“No. No Cicero. Stop.” said the Listener, with a frown.
Cicero stopped mid-melody, looking greviously wounded at the interruption. “Stop?" he shrieked. "You wish poor Cicero to cease with his singing? And he worked so hard on it, too!"
Listener shook his head back and forth, clearly ill at ease. "A poisoned kiss?" he repeated. “A poisoned kiss? We're assassins. Psh. Poisoned kiss. It's more 'whore-with-a-grudge' than 'trained killer', don't you agree? Babette?”
“Well what does Listener suggest?” demanded Cicero. Fierce and frustrated, he hopped from one foot to the other. This was the fifth attempt at a ditty. “What else rhymes with bliss?!”
“Why not 'a poisoned kiss?” was what Babette wanted to know. “It fits rather well, in my opinion.”
“When have you ever killed with a kiss? I never have,” the Listener scoffed back. “No. Wait. Well.... there was that one girl. Muiri. But that was an accident.”
“Not many men are interested in kissing a little girl,” Babette pointed out, quite matter-of-fact. “And you have killed with a kiss, then. Or manslaughtered, even.”
“Put me right off romance, I can tell you.”
“Reminisce?” said Cicero.
“I have a rhyme brother,” said a spectral figure in the corner. His fellow brothers and sisters knew him as the infamous Lucien Lachance. He too possessed an affinity for song, and sung with a very tender baritone if asked nicely. “Might I suggest the word 'abyss'?”
“My dear friend,” sighed Babette, almost sick of song. “You have a very strange idea of advertising.”
“Chrysalis?
“Remiss?”
“Oh come now,” was their Listener's reply. “Skyrim's in dire need of new songs, we're in need of new customers. It's the perfect solution.”
“Dismiss?” offered Lucien. “...piss?”
“Oh grow up!” Listener scowled at their vulgarity and Cicero's immature giggling. “We'll leave it at kiss for now, but don't think I'm happy about it.”
“And Lucien, dear fellow,” he turned to the spectre. “Harmonies, brother. Harmonies. You have an impressive range. Use it.”
“...yes, Listener. Apologies.” Babbette's vampiric senses also picked up a few phrases such as purification and bloody cheek muttered beneath the spectre's breath.
Cicero was only too happy to begin again. “From the top, Listener?" he bowed jauntily.
“Yes, Cicero,” the Listener leaned back in his chair, ready to do what he did best. “Once again. From the top."
*
And two weeks later the Bards College receives a weird blood-stained letter that reads publish our song or else. DB.
Re: What Rhymes with Bliss?
Date: 2013-12-10 03:57 pm (UTC)It's a good song, I can imagine the DB losing some of their scary rep if they sent it off in their own name though.
I'd love to see all of these song modded into the game somehow :D
Re: What Rhymes with Bliss?
Date: 2014-01-11 10:40 am (UTC)