Exactly.

“Exactly.”

"Everyone wants a brat but then nobody wants to put the brat in her place." Yes, she's pouting.

"You in a band?" Erebus asked conversationally. "Just curious 'cause ya seem to know your stuff, or is it more of a hobby?"

Oh how she hoped she would catch a glimpse of the tall demon again! Her face immediately lighting up, elegantly dodging the hands about to grab her buttocks from behind with a twirl and the universal fuck off gesture.

“I-uh was forced to sing in the church choir. Got kicked out after a few days because I was drowning everyone out” Cindy laughed nervously at the little story

“No. Not a hobby. It was my life.” her tone hardened immediately, the wound was still raw and open

“I...I should've snapped. Sorry. And I was never really in a band, sure boys in the inn were a decent background but...not nowhere near to what I could and can do. You must know, there's a myth that women can't sing with grit in the lower octaves because their vocal chords aren't long enough. Well, I can. Then octave jump with a clean, sharp voice.”

Cindy realized how insane her claims sounded, such technique took years of hard training, muscle memory to perfect and it wasn't advised to do often, yet she was born for this.

“I can show you, if you can play Dissident Aggressor by Judas Priest. I retuned it a little, even more...aggressive.”

             The world does not belong to you                         You are not the king                             I am not the fool

        The world does not belong to you

                                                                             It belongs to me

Unfortunately she wants attention.

Fuck, Marry, Kill. Send me three names.

Don't mind her blowing a kiss

send me a 💎 and my muse will rate your muse’s physical appearance on a scale of 1-10

@phoenixborn​ said:  💎 for Erebus of course

“Solid 10 for sure.”