#mb this deserves a proper fic but i forgot how to write 🫡

[rosemaze-reveries]

the first time you hear sangria's voice, it lingers in your mind like a siren's song, haunting your every move

you hear it in the echoes of your own footsteps & along the manor's whistling windows-- it drives you too mad to sleep

it was never sangria's intention to plague you this way. she's startled when you confront her in hysterics outside of the games, collapsing at her feet to please sing for you one more time & undo your curse

such drama, she thinks. this is just a love confession, no? but the sight of you crumpled there reminds her of something from her past, and she's interested enough to entertain you

"i don't sing for free—" she is gentle when she plucks up your chin, rolling her thumb over your bottom lip. "but use those lips of yours, and you might be able to coax a sound you like"