Single-Song Lyric Prompt Meme

[socksonfeets]

(SINGLE-SONG) LYRIC PROMPT MEME

HOW TO PLAY • Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom. • Copy and paste the textarea into a comment, filling in the appropriate sections. • You can only use one song! Selected lyrics can be used literally or interpreted your own way to set the scene. • Have fun!

<center><table width="350px"><tr><td><img src="LINK TO AN IMAGE HERE" width="350px"><br /><div align="justify" style="width: 800;" valign="top"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; padding: 5px;"><i><a href="LINK TO THE URL OF THE SONG HERE"><font color="#a11601">PUT YOUR SONG TITLE HERE</a></i></font></span><br /><small><font color="#728FA7">ARTIST NAME GOES HERE</font></small><br /><br /><div align="justify" style="width: 750;"><font face="georgia" color="#333366"><small>and this is where / you post the lyrics / that you want to use / as a prompt</small></font></div></div><br /></td></tr></table></img></center></div></div>

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[what_he_needs]

[Attired in something entirely different than what he'd normally wear, he'd opted to fit into his surroundings instead of standing out, he flattened his palm against the door and shoved it forward.

Michael didn't have much experience with these types of places, or the people that inhabited them, but he needed something new. Something dark. He could feel it swirling up inside of him, the guilt he'd felt at what he'd done, at all those people he'd hurt, and it was transforming into something indiscernible and twisted.

Rather than fight it off, he chose to let it take him, and pull him down. The music was low, the hallway dark, and when he came out into a wide room, he hesitated. But only for a moment. It was some mix of a bar and club, but laid back and intimate; the clientele allowed inside only those of an other worldly nature.

Scanning the room, he looked for an empty seat and, finding one, stride fast and assured, he sat down. He ordered a drink, and waited. For what, he was uncertain. Someone to approach him, or for him to get bored and leave, either would work.]

[broil]

[Not too long after he'd sad down, there was company. Not in the sense that he was accompanied by all the other dozens of supernatural creatures roaming about, sharing drinks and stories and obscenities, of course - there was someone deliberately standing behind him, drink in his hand, bringing it up to his mouth as his eyes locked down on the back of his head.]

You're new.

[It was a comment directed at him, and audibly so. The voice it came from was unremarkable, yet - incisive. Intended only for him to hear, even if spoken with the voice of a young man. Low, smooth, never absent of motive. A slight accent from somewhere in Europe.]

[what_he_needs]

[Michael looked up, eyes tracing the other's features, assessing for even the slightest hint of recognition or familiarity of species. Nothing. But, he was unused to this world and it's creatures, so he couldn't be certain if this young man was more than human or not.

Though, this place would suggest that he is.]

I am new. [He moved aside, as if giving the stranger permission to sit next to him if he wanted.] I'm Michael.

[broil]

[There was a pause between the moment he offered the seat and the second Petre quietly complied. He took it to observe him, to lick his lower lip idly, then bite down with a thought.]

I could tell, [He remarked, smile edging on the corner of his lips. He placed the glass down on the table, leaned back on his seat and crossed his legs. Fingers drummed on the surface softly.]

Petre.

[what_he_needs]

[He nodded in greeting, watching the young man sit, and cross his legs.]

But, you're not. Not new.

[He seemed comfortable here, though that didn't really mean anything, as it could be natural for him to behave that way. But, Michael was genuinely curious if Petre frequented this establishment, if he could help him to broaden his horizons so to speak.]

I'm looking for others, not necessarily my kind. Anyone really. [Michael wanted answers, to what questions he wasn't sure yet.]

[broil]

No.

[Definitely a frequent customer here, between creatures and information. Someone like him was always on the look out for messiahs and saints to kill, information on where they were and how they could be killed. Gods were another story entirely, but the ending was the same.

Fingers kept drumming. Tap tap tap. His eyes glanced downwards, then back at Michael.]

For anything in particular?

[what_he_needs]

[His eyes dropped to those tapping fingers, and he wondered if the other was already bored with their conversation. Michael wasn't a people person, and wasn't adept with talking or expressing himself.]

No. Anyone, really. I'm new here.

[New to the world, not just this place. And, while he wanted to go home, he needed a better understanding of this place and its inhabitants first.]