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2009-03-29 08:12 pm (UTC)
On the banks of the Styx...
"I don’t think you're supposed to be doing that…" Trickster said. "I'm pretty sure it's against the rules."
"Who says?" Piper went back to adjusting the strings.
"Well... Me? I mean, 'King of Hell', y'know? There are rules, and I'm supposed to play by them. I have to."
Piper rolled his eyes. "You never played by the rules in your life."
He lifted the lyre, and began to play.
The trees shivered, their piteous groaning ceasing.
Trickster caught his breathe, astounded.
Piper played on, and the Wood of the Suicides began to bud and flower.
Spring had come to Hell.
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On the banks of the Styx...
"Who says?" Piper went back to adjusting the strings.
"Well... Me? I mean, 'King of Hell', y'know? There are rules, and I'm supposed to play by them. I have to."
Piper rolled his eyes. "You never played by the rules in your life."
He lifted the lyre, and began to play.
The trees shivered, their piteous groaning ceasing.
Trickster caught his breathe, astounded.
Piper played on, and the Wood of the Suicides began to bud and flower.
Spring had come to Hell.