Morning all. I hope your work week is going well. Mine isn’t too bad actually Of course it is a bit on the early side. Plenty of time for things to go careening off the rails. But we all made it through Monday so that is something. Let’s see what this morning’s prompt will bring us shall we?
It took me a while to realize where this is going I may go back and fiddle with the beginning before I set it to the side and et the day really started.
Tuesday, October 15th: Her singing was magical.
Her singing was magical. She opened her mouth and it was as if the rest of the world faded away. All anyone could do was sit and stare in wonder. Arguments that looked, mere moments ago, to be deteriorating into brawls evaporated. The would be combatants sank dumbfounded onto their seats. It was hard to think of anything other than her voice.
Jake had experiences with this sort of thing. And while he could appreciate the power of the voice, he also knew that those who possessed such magic often worked with others. The last time he heard someone gifted with Siren song, her partner worked the crowd and made off with many wallets, watches and expensive jewelry items. The fact that those who were robbed continued to feel the magic long enough to never press charges was irrelevant.
Fighting the magic of the voice was almost painful Everything in him wanted to give in and he understood why Odysseus had to be lashed to the mast head. The call was hard to ignore.
‘I am just glad that it is doubtful killing is the intent.’ Jake pressed his nails into his palms, the pain helping boost the slight resistance nature gave him. Once he had a firm grip on himself it was easier to stay apart. It was just that initial separation that felt like torture. He looked around, trying to do so unobserved. He had no fear of the crowd, it was the singe and any partner she may have working the room.
Things could get ugly if they thought he was immune to the spell. He was well aware that they could slit his throat and no one in the room would have any recollection of it. Jake kept his head mostly tilted forward. Luckily for him, the wall behind the siren voiced singer was mirrored. In it, he could see her partner. Surprisingly, even though Jake could see hm moving through the room, robbery was not on the agenda.
‘At least not mass robbery of the crowd.’
Instead Jake saw the small man move behind the bar and slide open a small drawer. He took a small wrapped bundle from the drawer and slipped it in his pocket. He then slid the drawer closed and worked his way back towards the front of the room. Jake gave up watching him and pretended to focus on the singer as the others were doing. He knew the others were vacant eyed and if asked later would be unable to describe her or anything else. They would still feel the song for a few days and remember only that they heard good music that night. He did not look out of place staring at her, but Jalke made note off the details.
As her partner d the bundle, a look of relief crossed her face. She put on an extra burst of song, the wave of it nearly knocking him sideways. Jake had no idea what they came to get, but he knew it was important. Studying the woman, he noticed that she didn’t look like the normal performer. There had been some attempt to make her clothing look artistically arranged, but even from where he sat he could see the name brand labels and that the hippy style artist was a thin disguise. As she shifted he saw the tattoo on her wrist, recognized the symbol and swallowed hard. For the next few minutes he worked extra hard to look vapidly bespelled. If she was wearing that symbol, being caught slipping the spell would mean his death.
Ten til Midnight 