**slight, appreciative, and unostentatious 'bow' to the duo that laud her opinions, a quiet jest mocking none other than herself, the soloist, she whose voice is heard by all the cosmos. a half-amused self-deprecation, a somewhat mollified nicker transmitted into th' atmosphere, trembling on a fine vibrato briefly, like iridescent bubbles blown into the skies by the breath of a pure wind, delicate and well-rounded**

.i am not an entertainer.

.but i am a soloist.

**and you, knife edge. waxing philosophical, are we? i'll spare you my own doctrines o' life, death, and darkness. no doubt you'd prefer your own thoughts to mine? a gentle utterance slips from scorched velveteens, mimicking a softly bitter chuckle with amusement bordering on, but not trespassing into, sarcasm. you would portray yourself as a recluse, a sociopath, the discreetly mad brute ling'ring within the shadows engaged in a constant battle to confine your fiery emotions. surely this is not a good sign? come, come. you're more than a pathetic insane beast, driven out of your mind by your constant dwelling in the shadows. what sort of warrior cannot even withstand the embrace of darkness?**

.there's more to you, i know.

.pray, show me it.

**oh, there is worth within you, restless vitality that could well be tempered to the use of a strong and powerful masculine. i perceive its presence within you. but few can accurately perceive your unblurred presence within the shadows that you so constantly keep company with. 'tis all very well to employ stealth and seek cover, but there is always a time to step out, to unveil yourself. now, i think, may be the time. will you let the spotlight of my curious gaze shine on you, and undelve all the faults and strengths of your deep soul?**

~siren~