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Song: "Mira" by Lost At Last (4:24)


Death City was filled with light, soft candle light that shone through glass panes in the dark, and the warm air was filled with music of an unknown tune and beat.

They were alone in the deserted street, abandoned together: the piano player and his mistress in the black dress, the witch's child and the black blade that would end the world.

The songs snaked in through their ears and into their minds so they danced, together and apart, and their feet slipped on the cobblestones and they were horribly off beat, but they smiled and screamed out loud into the night air because none of it mattered anymore.

It didn't matter that little demons and dragons were weaving around their feet.

It didn't matter that they were insane.

Those doors open inward, you know.


P.S to Rawr: Thank you for leaving a review I will try to write your Black Star/Kid or Noah/Kid drabble soon.