new lito mythfic up.
every love song is a tragedy that hasn't ended, an orpheus/eurydice mythfic, pg
(written for anonymous.)
he was in search of a muse.
she danced to her own rhythm.
All he knew was music. The notes haunted his blurred dreams, filled his waking eyes the way dollar signs did for other men. So he sang and he played, and people dropped coins and crumpled dollar bills into his opened case. And when he had enough for a meal, he stopped to eat, teeth biting around the melody. Then he played again. (1,730 words)
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