Then Play Me Like An Instrument. Let's See What Sounds Can I Give To You~

“Then play me like an instrument. Let's see what sounds can I give to you~”

“ You know what? She has a valid point. However, I have an upper hand compared to most who do… I play both~ ”

That your girl? 👀

Yes💖💕❤💗💖💗💕

@winters-club

Man you should turn anon off for a bit if you want, tbh. These asks are seriously getting way outta hand.

Nah I'm having a blast🤣 as long as it's not harassment or discrimination or something similar I'm fine. But thank you for looking out for me! 💕

I'M FUMING I KNOW WHERE THAT'S FROM I THINK- THAT'S MR. HIPPO'S MONOLOGUE FROM FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S 😭, DON'T BOTHER READING IT LMAOOO

Don't worry anon, thankfully due to my job I developed low tolerance for bullshit😌

Surprise flared across her face as her option to leave was ruled out. Maybe he was only curious...she couldn't blame that either.

A small smile at his question, it was both flattering and adorable. “...Not quite”

“Something...more.” her voice seemed to come from all directions, surrounding them a bit muffled since it came from the stars outside this dimension

“Part of me was created when the first explosion was born in the Universe. I shaped the cosmos, every spark, fire, star is connected to me, part of me. I'm everywhere, my fire is cosmic.” Cindy smiled gently

“I was once human, then a spirit after my death. Now, I am the Fire.”

phoenixborn​:

“Annoying as in getting spooked by sudden noises or the volume and pitch?” still, slight relief had found her; what she couldn’t quite understand that why was he so patient with her

“If it’s the volume, I have bad news as I can belt much longer. Louder. Higher.”

Oh…light. That was a blow indeed, he had no idea what was she. He probably thought she just died and now running around as a Sinner or whatever it’s called. But she couldn’t be farther than that.

“Well…currently I’m not on fire but I uh…I’m not from here.” Cindy gestured around “I come and go as Hell is sort of a pocket dimension and I’m…something else.”

“Let me show you, I promise it won’t be too bright.” after learning that information, busting out her wings probably wouldn’t be the best action. Instead she closed her hands and concentrated.

Unaware how her veins shone through her skin like starlight, her hands eventually parted, revealing a tiny mass floating between them. “This is a protostar, meaning it haven’t had it’s first fusion to be considered fully born.” the start of a bright explosion and Cindy immediately crushed her creation before it could potentially cause Erebus discomfort

“I know this is a lot…I can go if you want.” she would understand. It was only the tiniest glimpse of what she was capable of and in her experiences not a lot of being wanted to be close to someone potentially so…explosive

Of course she could belt even louder. At this point he wasn’t surprised. That meant he’d have to be on guard at all times. Not that it would really help much in the long run.

His brows rose when she confessed to being…something else. So she wasn’t a sinner? Erebus knew from the moment he met Cindy that something didn’t seem quite right with her. But he chalked it up to her being a new arrival. He had no idea what to expect now.

His gaze lowered to her hands. White, pupilless eyes widened upon seeing her bright creation. It wasn’t too bad, but he thankful she destroyed before it got any brighter. Blinking slightly, the gargoyle shook his head. “No! No, don’t go…Just still tryin’ to process this s’all.” An tense silence settled between them before he eventually broke it again. “So, what you’re tryin’ to tell me is you’re some kinda god?”

Well, it seems that your journey has ended. Very sorry about that. It-it was always going to end this way, of course. If it weren’t by me, it would’ve just been by some other, y’know, terrible thing, just–you could not imagine how terrible it would be-just-I get scared thinkin’ about it. Glad it’s not me. Reminds me of a-of a time I was speaking to my good friend Orville. We were–we were sitting on a park bench watching the pigeons. I was on the left; he was on the r–wait, was I on the right? Or left? Anyways, it doesn’t matter. We were sitting on there watching the pigeons. And uh, -II said to Orville, ‘Friend, those birds are frozen, and he kinda looked at me like I’d lost my mind, but I reminded him that it was winter, y’know, and often birds will sit in a tree until they freeze then-then they y’know they sort of fall to the ground ‘til the sun warms up a-and they can y’know move around again. So I said to Orville, ‘you might as well save those breadcrumbs until the birds thaw, ‘cause they can’t very well enjoy them in the condition they’re in.’ To which he asked what I meant, and asking what condition the crumbs should be in before he threw them to the birds–assuming that I meant the birds couldn’t enjoy the breadcrumbs in the condition that the crumbs were in, when in fact I had meant the birds could not enjoy them in the condition that the birds were in, considering that the birds were frozen. Y’know so he took a moment and then threw his last handful onto the ground. I said to him, ‘Orville, why did you just throw the breadcrumbs to the birds when I just told you they’re frozen?’ To which he responded, ‘the breadcrumbs are not frozen.’ Again, misunderstanding my words. I didn’t mean to say that the breadcrumbs were frozen, when I said, ‘I told you they’re frozen’, I’d been referring to the birds. Y’know, in hindsight what I should’ve said was–and this would make perfect sense, ‘Why did you throw the breadcrumbs to the birds when the birds are frozen?’ He misunderstood upon my correction, statin’ that he didn’t know what else to do with the breadcrumbs, and that perhaps, y’know, when the birds thawed, they’d still be able to eat the crumbs. So I-I said to Orville, I said and this is what I said to him, I said, ‘Orville, the birds may be dead

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