Little Caged Songbird
Kaori Kondo - A Love Suicide (Gramophone)
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"Well, well! " The witch chirpped. "Look at you! I must say that you look a little merrier than the last time I saw you." She tilted her head, her visible gold eye peering up at him with a curious smile. "I haven't seen that grin in awhile."

warrington-the-scarecrow:

wren-the-songbird:

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"Why, Missus Serenade!" He beamed at the witch, tipping his hat. "You’re lookin’ as lovely as ever, I see! And just as delightfully wicked!" He chuckled, "Aye, I’m in better spirits than before, ma’am. S’no fun bein’ blue day and noight, I’ll say."

When he pulled away and covered his mouth with his eyes wide, the witch only stared at him. But when he revealed that smile, her own instantly grew.

"Cruel?! Why, I wouldn’t say that I am cruel!" she places a hand on her hip, waving another hand. "No, I would say that I am only being fair! Wouldn’t you agree my straw-filled friend?" After all, Wren believes that Warrington would be the one man to know.

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"But of course!" He agreed, adjusting his scarf. "Eye for an eye, aftuh all. I only meant your means were absolutely, delightfully evil. Then again, yuh can say I’m just as cruel, in that regard." He laughed. "I wish yuh the best of luck, Missus Serenade. Truly. Although yuh won’t be needin’ it, I think."

The witch couldn’t help but felt that smile grow, however the spark flashed behind her gold eyes and she had to look away. Her fingers grew tense, but she took in a breath through her nose and lifted her head to look at the Scarecrow once more. 

"No, no I wouldn’t. But, saying that, it leaves me feeling all the more anxious. I’m on edge, Mr. Ellison." she leaned a little closer to the Scarecrow, eyeing him. "I think I’m becoming impatient with myself and, I am saddened to say that this— "she reached and tapped the edge of her hat with his own. "— will be Good Evening. For now."

The witch pulled away, taking some step backs and began to turn away. “You may join me if you like, but I shouldn’t keep your from your own plans!” soon she began to walk, already feeling the Need to bubble into her chest. 

Corset test

wren-the-songbird:

wren-the-songbird:

Miss Locke is wearing a corset! Actually the same kind on Wren’s outfit! Living the reference but let’s see how long I can last wearing steel.

I feel like a doll. ]

I SOMETIMES FEEL OUT OF BREATH, GOD ]

CANT EAT TOO MUCH
Though this thing makes you walk the cat walk. I felt like I was walking the runway with my ipod

What is bending ]

Corset test

wren-the-songbird:

Miss Locke is wearing a corset! Actually the same kind on Wren’s outfit! Living the reference but let’s see how long I can last wearing steel.

I feel like a doll. ]

I SOMETIMES FEEL OUT OF BREATH, GOD ]

Corset test

Miss Locke is wearing a corset! Actually the same kind on Wren’s outfit! Living the reference but let’s see how long I can last wearing steel.

I feel like a doll. ]

"I remember you, miss... From that time."

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"Wait…" The woman immediately turned, seeing the one before her. "You. Hold on, I remember you!”

The Witch Contemplates

Wren never knew why, but there was a familiar feeling. A feeling of relief flowing through her veins. She knews this from last year, but she didn’t think that it would come again. Odd, but not unwelcoming. It was almost as if she was lacking fear. The woman looked down at her hand, wondering.


                                                     ”Demoness.”

Her hand clenched.

Demon? What demon is she? She has been good! A good woman! The good lady once in red. She hasn’t done evil. What terror has she done? Wren sneered. “Is that what you wanted, Worren? To see a real beast?” Fire began to lick across her hand.

"A head for a trophy? A Prize? …I’ll give you what you want."

The gold flashed brighter in her eyes as anger and power tingled through her arm. Soon her hand in flames curled and grew, razor claws emerging with feathers forming along her arm. The witch dared not utter the words that wanted to drip through her lips, but she knows that she will have him pay for not getting what he deserves. For running away. For escaping. For leaving. Her. Behind.

That Love is gone.

"Well, well! " The witch chirpped. "Look at you! I must say that you look a little merrier than the last time I saw you." She tilted her head, her visible gold eye peering up at him with a curious smile. "I haven't seen that grin in awhile."

warrington-the-scarecrow:

wren-the-songbird:

warrington-the-scarecrow:

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"Why, Missus Serenade!" He beamed at the witch, tipping his hat. "You’re lookin’ as lovely as ever, I see! And just as delightfully wicked!" He chuckled, "Aye, I’m in better spirits than before, ma’am. S’no fun bein’ blue day and noight, I’ll say."

The witch began to giggle when the Scarecrow came closer to her, wanting his end of the bargain. She could be a terrible thing and leave right ow if she wanted to. But, she has said what she has said and it was only fair.

"Ahhh, yes. Of course." It was then that she leaned close to the scarecrow, lifting up her hand to cover the side of her mouth so that only he’d be the one to hear her whispers. 

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The scarecrow listened with a blank stare and a placid smile as she told him her schemes of something more than chaos. Unlike her reaction to his plan, he said nothing while she whispered in his ear, only stared ahead blinking occasionally. But then, his mouth dropped.

"My, my!" He leaned away from the witch, his eyes wide with surprise, a hand over his lips. "You are just absolutely cruel, Missus Serenade.” He dropped his hand, revealing a dark, mischievous smile.  “I love it!”

When he pulled away and covered his mouth with his eyes wide, the witch only stared at him. But when he revealed that smile, her own instantly grew.

"Cruel?! Why, I wouldn’t say that I am cruel!" she places a hand on her hip, waving another hand. "No, I would say that I am only being fair! Wouldn’t you agree my straw-filled friend?" After all, Wren believes that Warrington would be the one man to know.

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"Well, well! " The witch chirpped. "Look at you! I must say that you look a little merrier than the last time I saw you." She tilted her head, her visible gold eye peering up at him with a curious smile. "I haven't seen that grin in awhile."

warrington-the-scarecrow:

wren-the-songbird:

warrington-the-scarecrow:

warrington-the-scarecrow:

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"Why, Missus Serenade!" He beamed at the witch, tipping his hat. "You’re lookin’ as lovely as ever, I see! And just as delightfully wicked!" He chuckled, "Aye, I’m in better spirits than before, ma’am. S’no fun bein’ blue day and noight, I’ll say."

"Why, I’d love tuh, ma’am!" He answered, only to draw a finger across his grin, "But I’m afraid me lips are sealed. Can’t spoil the surprise for anyone, especially the blokes involved." He hummed, the crow leaving his shoulder. His curiosity was burning… "But for you, I’ll make an exception."

He beckoned the witch over and whispered his own brand of mischief in her ear.

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She tilted her head and looked away as he whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened as she listened then quietly gasped before she looks back to the scarecrow. A hand would go over her mouth. “Well…!”

But, instead of showing fear or even an inkling of being appalled of what she is hearing, the witch smiled with approval. “I certainly hope things go well for you. Very much so~!”

He smiled wide at her reaction, and even wider when she wished him luck. He bowed his head. “Thank yuh koindly, ma’am. I’ve a feelin’ your well wishes will keep me plans afloat, I do!”

He pushed back his hat and leaned in close, turning his head for her to whisper her own plans in his ear. “And now~?”

The witch began to giggle when the Scarecrow came closer to her, wanting his end of the bargain. She could be a terrible thing and leave right ow if she wanted to. But, she has said what she has said and it was only fair.

"Ahhh, yes. Of course." It was then that she leaned close to the scarecrow, lifting up her hand to cover the side of her mouth so that only he’d be the one to hear her whispers.