.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
![[Image: toul1_by_neverrmind-db0nrbo.png]](http://orig08.deviantart.net/98b3/f/2017/059/c/e/toul1_by_neverrmind-db0nrbo.png)
T O U L O U S E
The lanterns remained alight, the bonfire still roared, the colour of embers, starlight and night enveloped the atmosphere. It was truly a magnificent evening even as the soiree began to quiet, and the lanterns dim. Those who had found some success in their matches might have crept away beyond the willow leaf and vines for a private rendezvous of their own, while others who's luck had clearly turned on them had left. It was quieter now, the voices and chatter drifting over the bonfire smoke like hums as opposed to the drowning shouts from the matutine hours of the gathering. With no more matches to endure, Toulouse set about watching the crowd and hearing their whispers. There was an abundance of information to be gathered from all in attendance; information which, as he looked out across the party from behind a great willow's trunk, was spilling from each and every mouth and flooding like a pool into his ears. Tiamat was now Lady of the basin he had gathered... along with the death of Deimos, and the dethroning of Lady Hotaru. None of these ladies were of interest to him - It was the head-winged tigress; Maren. In the shadow of a weeping willow she stood lakeside, apparently fetlock-deep in the shallows. Curiosity might surely be the death of him, but the serpent felt truly drawn to her. Not as Barnabas. This time as himself. She was a mystery unsolved. Wading with grace and confidence in the Diviner's direction, Toulouse allowed his feet to take him into the water beside her. A smile fitted onto his face, the kind held up only by paperclips and unaccompanied by his eyes. "Captain... Of the 'Flying Dutchman'" He whispered, snake-like eyes darting towards her own of the sun. "Missus Maren" A grin fell upon his face by now, having used the names Barnabas may have used to greet her. And lastly, with all the sarcasm in the world and the most translucent of curtsies; "Diviner" ooc; soz this got a bit longer than SN threads. +thank for permission to pp! @maren |
I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
