Hey, Little Songbird

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Ophelia couldn't concentrate on her song. He wasn't here. Why wasn't he here? Did he have to work?

He didn't say he had to work. He never worked. Well he did, but it was never when she was on stage.

Where was he? Did she scare him?

"Hades," she whispered. She frowned, realizing she had spoken into the mike.

The patrons began whisper, wondering what was happening. She frowned.

Her breath caught. So she sang. She couldn't remember what. But she sang because that's what she was supposed to do.

Nino narrowed his eyes, picking up the phone.

"Hades?" Adrian answered.

"Mr. Hades it seems Ms. Ophelia is having a little trouble."

Adrian frowned. "She's behind the glass isn't she? What's going on?"

"She seems to be...looking for you."

His lips quirked up into a smile. "Oh. Well I'm not able to be there today. On her break, let her know I'll come pick her up."

"Alright. Mr. Hades."

Nino set down the phone, making a drink as Ophelia struggled through the song.

Hush now, my baby
Be still love, don't cry.
Sleep like you're rocked by the stream.
Sleep and remember
my lullaby.
And I'll be with you when you dream.

Nino put his gloves on quietly. She was doing a little better than before, but she wasn't at her best.

She'd never done a song without him there. Nino supposed she wasn't really accustomed to doing much without him anymore.

"Mr. Hades," he said to himself quietly, sliding a drink to a patron, "Seems like you clipped the song birds wings. But will you continue to carry her now that she can't fly?"

• • •

Adrian frowned. "You're here again?"

He smiled, taking off his sunglasses. "I am."

Adrian smirked, blocking the door. "I heard you on the radio."

"Did she?"

Adrian checked his watch. Her break would be soon.

"I'm not sure. She didn't particularly say anything. She likes old music, y'know. The 60's. So she listens on YouTube instead of the radio."

"Of course I know,"

Adrian grinned. "Right. Well I'm on my way out. So if you'll excuse me."

"Where is she, Adrian."

"Eric, was that your name, poet?"

He smirked. "I'm not just a poet any more. I'm a real singer."

"And I'm a real millionaire. But you don't see me showing up at my ex's boyfriend's place asking where she is. It's very inappropriate."

Adrian stepped out, shuttling and locking the door behind him.

"Just tell me where she is," Eric persisted.

Adrian paused, turning around. He leaned down to Eric's height, narrowing his eyes.

"Leave," he boomed calmly. "She does not belong to you. If I see you again, I'm going to hurt you. And I'm going to get away with it. Do you hear me?"

Eric stumbled back. "Y-you think you're some kind of god don't you?"

"No. But she does. Now run along."

• • •

Adrian hurriedly went down into the Mines. He needed to make it to her break.

He stepped into the building hurrying to the dressing room.

She was sitting there, pretty as ever eyes glassy. She looked up at him.

"Where were you?" She whispered.

"I had work," he said breathlessly.

She puckered her lips out. "But...if you're not here..."

He holding the side of face gingerly. "Oh...songbird. I can't be here all the time."

She leaned into his touch. "I want you to be."

He smiled. "I have an empire to build, a wall to build. I don't have time to watch you constantly . But sing me a song, once in a while."

"Once in a while?"  She smiled shakily. "That sounds very sparse."

"I need to go back to work. I've been spending a lot of time with you lately, love. I need to go back."

She turned away. "Okay. I understand. I just really don't like it. That's all."

"I know," he kissed her head. "But the longer I stay away from work the longer I'll have to be there when I go back."

She sniffles. "I feel like...without you...my music doesn't sound the same."

"That's because your my songbird. But don't forget I'm always here with you. In your heart. And the security cameras."

She chuckled. "Okay."

He kissed her again. "Then I'll see you soon. I'll be home in a week at most and tonight at least."

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