(Lackadaisy Genderbent Harem x Male Magician Reader)
1927, St. Louis.
Here we are again, where the sound of jazz is being played in the air. No matter what happens, we'll have excitement and rush up in our heads...even when we're doing some stuff we...
A violin plays its symphony, and the curtains open up. It revealed Roxanne standing on top of a bridge, whom played the tune.
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"Old Man River!" She exclaimed the name.
"That seems far too austere a name for something made of mirth and rage." Roxanne rapidly bowed the violin, sparkles seemingly to appear as she speaks her poem.
"O, roiling red-blood river vein. If chief among your traits is age, you're a wily, convoluted sage." She laughed, playing another note and stepped aside.
"Is "old" the thing to call what rings the vernal heart of wester-lore?" Roxanne asked.
"What brings us brassy-myth made kings." She triumphantly played the note.
"And a preponderance of bug-type things..." Roxanne shooed a bug away, playing a whining vibrato.
"To challenge titans come before!" Her voice echoed out, and she continued her symphony.
"O, demiurge to a try at Avalon-once-more?" Roxanne twirled around.
"And what august vitality in your wide aorta stream. You must have had to oversee alchemic change of timber beam to iron, brick and engine steam!" She sat down on the railings, strumming the chords with her bow.
"Your umber whiskey waters lance the prideful, sober sovereignty of faulty-haloed temperance, and wilt her self-sure countenance; Yes, righteousness is vanity. But sport's for imps, not elderly." Roxanne chuckled and stood back on the bridge.
"So if there's a name for migrant mass of veteran frivolity that snakes through seas of prairie grass and groves of summer sassafras." Flowers flew by the bridge, while she continued walking down the bridge.
"A name that flows as roguishly as wild waters, fast and free, It's your true name: Mississippi." Roxanne finished her poem, and stared out to the blue waters...
...Except, it wasn't actually the bridge she was at. Instead, Roxanne is at a different bridge. A bright flashlight was shined upon her, showing Ivy interrupting her trance.
"Ahem! It's abundantly clear...You forgot us down here." Ivy melodramatically called out.
Currently, Freckle and Y/N were seen digging down a hole, searching for something.
