"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around." Begins the male, his eyelids fluttering closed, dark lashes made to dust over his cheeks so delicately, "Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around." He envisions his mother, perched there in front of him in all of her beauty, and he grins to himself. Yes, it was his job to protect her, now that his father is no more.
"Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays.
I'll send 'em howling, I don't care.
I've got ways.~
No-one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare.
Others can desert you,
Not to worry,
Whistle, I'll be there.
Demons'll charm you with a smile for a while,
But in time,
Nothing can harm you.
Not while I'm around."
He really misses when his voice wasn't the only one to complete the verse, when the woman who raised him would join in and assure him that he wasn't alone. Turns out, this trip to the rehearsal room saddened him more than he ever anticipated, instead of easing his anxiousness. If only he had a pick-me-up, now...
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