GLOWING IRISES WOULD REST UPON the charcoal leather uniform, dark crimson lips turned downward as she discovered the figure who donned the glowing mask. it was not uncommon for the singer to see many of GENECO’s ‘ unique ‘ employees pass through rotti largo’s office, never flinching when crossing the path of a repo man. mag did not fear the imposing legal assassins despite their well known reputation, knowing that they were instructed never to lay their blades on her. so long as she continued to SING for the monarch of GENECO, her sight would remain intact & her life would continue.
FINGERS LIFT HER DRESS AN INCH off the ground, allowing her figure to seemingly glide over to the repo man, disappointment evident ‘cross painted visage. her heart had already suffered the loss of two, but with her best friend’s husband now selling his soul to the corrupt company, it seemed she would need to mourn the loss of three. “ NATHAN. “ her voice deceives her, cracking as she was unable to hide the emotion that threatened to burst. if marni saw this, she would surely CRUMBLE. “ —— what have you become ? “
( @organdebt | starter ! )
YEARS. IT’S BEEN SO MANY YEARS. seventeen long ones full of misery & dread —— the loss of her closest friend etching a permanent scar in memory. after everything that had happened after the genetic opera, mag was surprised to be standing on her own two feet, breathing & sight returned despite tearing out her own corneas on stage. irises now returned to their original chocolate hues, the soprano would lay her sights on the woman before her, shock crossing porcelain countenance ; attempting to determine if this was a dream. many times she had thought of what a reunion with marni wallace would be like —— a fruitless thought, but one she couldn’t help but entertain. despite every single idea that she relived in her mind, now that the opportunity laid there before her she found herself still as a statue. HOW ? how could this be possible ?
FEAR WAS KEEPING HER SLENDER FORM RIGID, unwilling to reach out & touch to see if this dream was truly reality. her heart had already suffered so much —— as had the rest of her organs —— & she couldn’t take anymore disappointment. wine stained lips would open as if to speak, but no words would dare escape. instead, she would simply gawk at the woman who resembled her friend, memories of happier times flooding her thoughts as she took in the sight. she hasn’t aged a day.
( @darlingmarni | starter ! )
IT WAS A RARE MOMENT when the famed soprano lingered in the auditorium after her mandatory practice, unsure what it was that kept her longer that day. normally she DREADED staying anywhere that reeked of the GENECO name for too long —— anxious to run from rotti largo’s shadow whenever she was given even a brief moment. alas, the lock on her cage forever remained intact, the singer trapped forever under the corrupt company’s reign. still, it was the MUSIC that would keep her going, unable to tear herself away from the passion that continued to make her life somewhat fulfilling.
THE FEMALE LARGO CROSSES THE STAGE, & instinct tells the soprano to run. the two did not have the greatest relationship, strained in due part from their own positions & the intrusive media. mag was not in the mood to be told off by the young largo today, their run ins always ending negatively despite her best efforts. but before she could sneak off the backdoor, she overhears the woman sing. beautifully so. eyelashes flutter in shock & awe —— the hand that hovered over the knob that would lead to her momentary freedom now drawing away. of course mag knew that the largo daughter could sing —— as it had been brought up in conversation before —— but she never had the privilege to hear her live. quiet steps are taken back to the right of the stage, waiting patiently to meet the young woman once her practice had finished.
“ AMBER. “ smooth tones laced with awe, cerulean irises flashing brightly as her lips curved into a soft smile. “ i didn’t realize you practiced here. you —— your voice is quite LOVELY my dear. i’m surprised i’ve never heard you before ! “
( @syntheticbodied | starter ! )
Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (Original Movie Soundtrack) - Green Finch and Linnet Bird
WHAT A SWEET ANGEL ! fragile porcelain visage turns to face the young creature, curiosity spread across glowing irises. it was rare for the famed GENECO soprano to ever feel any genuine contentment, yet wine stained lips would slowly curve into the tiniest of smiles. it was gone as it soon as it came, but there was a brief few seconds that the woman felt a warmth deep inside her chest. one that rarely resurfaced since marni’s passing over seventeen years ago.
“ MISS DAAE. “ gentle tone sings, long eyelashes fluttering as her eyes adjust once more. “ while i am honored, i don’t think i am an appropriate choice to offer you maternal guidance. as for the matter of singing together —— i would love nothing more than to share a DUET with someone of your talents. “
