I'll Turn Your Ideas Into Music!

[Edema Rue she/her]

9 hours ago, The Wandering Wizard said:

It's alright. I like biking even more. I am a rather crazy cylist enthusiast

Yesssssss keep biking, forget everything else!

[kajsa ㅇㅅㅇ she/her]

It's a bit sad, how this thread hasn't got much attention lately.

HOWEVER!

I am here to change that. I have a prompt, but it's pretty long, so I'm going to put it in a spoiler.   Also, Silh, if you're way too busy to do this, I totally get it. 

Spoiler

I would love to get a sort of theme for Mira, you know, her origin story and her villainy and all that great stuff.

I'd love to hear something minor and tragic that's just packed with drama. You know, a classic villain theme. Anyways, here's the passage to inspire you (and I'll post some pictures and things too):

 

I can still hear her screams. 

For hours, I’ve lain awake with my eyes closed, and for hours, sleep has refused me. For I can still hear her screams.

I blame it on my itchy mattress, poorly made of coarse fabric and poky straw, though I know my bed is the least of my problems. Even if it was comfortable, even if I was sleeping on royal silks and feathers, I would not sleep. I would still hear her screams.

Because today, I broke.

Feeling wretched and empty, I kick my blankets to the foot of my cot, leaving them in tangled heaps like the knots in my gut. My heart heaves as I stand to pace, body hot with anxiety, golden eyes blazing like hot coals. 

Mama says it wasn’t my fault, wasn’t Arson’s fault—and I know it. The Masons were supposed to train us, not kick us to the streets like stray mutts. And it’s their fault I can still hear her screams.

Standing from my bed, I hear my scrawny twin stir, cot creaking under the weight of his irregular breaths. I watch him as I pace, for so long his features twist into hers, the woman’s whose screams won’t leave me. And I watch in horror, for the thousandth time, the moment that will always haunt me. 

I can still hear her screams, and now they become real.

Her face melts into something awful, blackening as flame eats her body from the inside out. It claws up her throat and out her eyes, charring her skin and hair, devouring her, until she’s a pile of ashes that the wind won’t touch. 

I’m not pacing anymore. My own bloody screams have cut through the night, and I’m on the floor without exactly knowing how I got there. Mama bursts into the room, her baby blue shawl fluttering to the floor, lost by her haste. 

“Mama,” I whimper from the floor. Tears spill onto my cheeks. 

“Mei kaija*, my sweet Mira,” Mama takes me in her arms, settling on the edge of my straw mattress. She gently combs her fingers through my long curls, pulling me close to her heart. She doesn’t ask me what’s the matter. She knows.

Instead, she rocks me, singing. My frightened brother, apparently woken by my terror, climbs from his own bed to curl against my mother’s opposite side. He sings dryly with Mama as she strokes his hair with her free hand.

The song is one I’ve heard many times, one Mama learned just for me and Arson. It’s an Eldinese lullaby, something we still would have listened to if Laili really had kept us. But I’m not bitter towards her, not while I have Mama. And with these thoughts, I drift far away to sleep.

*(mee KAI-ya) noun - Eldinese for “my daughter”. Male variation—“my son”: Mei kaije (mee KAI-yay)

 

--*later because I'm too lazy to actually write it up and it's mostly irrelevant to the prompt*--

 

Blood still drips from between the pale lips of a corpse. 

They have Stripped me of my flame and stripped me of my brother. My Arson. 

Now I will strip them of their wretched little souls. 

And not one of them will escape my inferno.

If you read all that, I'm impressed. Here's the picture:

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I'm just now having second thoughts because I can't remember if I already requested a Mira theme.............................................................................

[Shining Silhouette he/him]

I forgot about this thread!

Yes I would love to record a theme like that!