Re: log: flower delivery - ella g/mason j
Mason never made anyone do something they didn't want to do. Sometimes he showed them how they could want it, or created something to want they had never conceived of, but no one could ever say he forced anyone into anything. They all fell the same as he had done, looking to something they wanted. The player didn't have to turn around, and if he did, how much could he have wanted to pull his sweetheart up and out of hell? How much had she really wanted to go, anyway?
He didn't assume interest from his songbirds. That wasn't part of the bargain, and that sort of thing couldn't be commanded. Well, it could if it was in the terms, but he didn't. They all turned in different ways the longer they stayed with him. Living long tended to do that. Some turned toward him, some turned away. A few stayed strangely the same. Some came to resent him and say he made them sign. Never did he ever make them sign. And if it pleased him, there was always the opportunity for release from contract. That however, would mean stepping out of the cage and into the fire. It was the only place they had to go. God wouldn't be taking in any tainted goods.
"I have to come for someone?" He stroked his thumb across the back of her neck, thoughtless, watching her fingers trip across the keys. "Maybe I came to see what you can grow," he said, smiling. He had a way to be conspiratorial, to effortlessly create secrets and trust. For all his aloofness, though, he seemed pleased when she leaned back against his hand. Maybe his desires were more simple than they appeared. "Or maybe I'm sightseeing."
"It's only flowers," he said. "I just happen to have a florist on the side of the Godly."