Gradually, the melodies faded, and only the Ding Dong Song grew louder, filling the entire house. On the final note, just as Dimka and Anna's eardrums were about to burst, the song cut off, and legends of the past appeared in the center of the room. Only twelve responded to the call, but among them stood the majestic kings Rev and Arandor, as well as the Morning Smith, the Wooden Cop, Silver-duelist, Dragon-Cat, Nebo, Neyra Dragon and other powerful heroes who, until this moment, had lived only in myths. The Creator of HVlandia was nowhere to be seen among them.
- Who are you and what do you want? - King Rev asked menacingly.
- See, Anna? It worked! I told you! I told you! - Dimka clapped his hands.
- Oh, these schoolchildren, they bring nothing but noise and trouble, - Morning Smith rolled his eyes.
Dimka was about to take offense, but he looked at the kings, at the massive hammer in the Smith's hand, and changed his mind. Anna pushed him aside and curtsied before the former rulers.
- My companion and I intended to pay our respects to the heroes of the past, and we are very glad to see you. Perhaps King Rev would be pleased to know that the glorious New Year's Persimmon Festival continues to this day, - she smiled faintly.
King Rev was likely flattered, but it didn't show on his face. The other legendary figures had already grown quite bored of standing in one place and slowly began to wander around the room. Dimka and Anna just stood there, blinking. Just in case, they moved closer to each other and held hands. From the other end of the room, several pairs of eyes were watching them...
- Look how cute, an elf and a vampire together in such an abandoned house, perhaps they are... - King Arandor daydreamed.
- I know, I know why they decided to be alone! - Dragon-Cat interrupted him in a conspiratorial whisper. - They...
- Kosha, don't ruin the moment, - Silver-duelist snapped at her. - And perhaps it's better if we leave them alone.
- But... - Dragon-Cat opened her mouth.
Silver-duelist and Dragon-Cat began to argue, while Arandor looked at them and thought. Then he clapped his hands, jumped to the middle of the room, and loudly declared:
- By my royal will, I declare this day the day of lovers! Create a romantic atmosphere for me!
- But how do we create it? - Anna asked in a timid voice.
- I don't know!
- Give us some poems, - Vis Black tossed out carelessly.
- And we need the lovers themselves, - Sir Ples Abyss chimed in.
Anna took Dimka by the hand and looked at him, and he, after thinking for a moment, squeezed out:
- I remember a wonderful moment, we met with you again, and something somewhere somehow there for some reason somehow love...
Lord Mort, standing aside, wrapped himself more tightly in his black cloak and let out a sigh of disapproval.
- Twisted Sisters - Love For Suckers - Nebo - 20
- Red Hot Chili Peppers - I Could Die For You - Arandor - 9
- Florence + The Machine - Kiss With A Fist - Ple-Sen - 4
- Nyusha - Vospominanie - Mortulus - 4
- ❤♫ 梁祝「化蝶」- Killer Instincts - 7
- Krovostok - Trusy - Morning - 2
- Gunther - Ding Dong Song - Siverfale - 32
- The Calling - Wherever You Will Go - Neyra Drake - 16
- Smokie - Mexican Girl - Dracokoshka - 9
- Naiv - C'est La Vie - Mismau Vise - 1
- Patti Smith - Because the Night - Vegtam - 22
- Maria Pakhomenko - Kachaet, kachaet - Don't panic! - 6
And now for the contest conditions. Send me a picture of a couple and a poem of your own composition.
Picture: preferably opposite-sex humans or creatures resembling them (elves, Klingons, etc.), or at least something relatively humanoid. You can, of course, send gay Daleks or lesbian cockroaches, but it's better not to. I'll accept little kisses and hugs; I'll decide on light erotica at my own discretion, but explicit nudity and especially pornography is an immediate no. Shock content such as hard BDSM and other dismemberment is also not needed. In general, try to find something that does not contradict the forum rules.
Poem: related to the picture; a couple of lines with a rhyme like "blood-love" will be enough, you can compose a haiku or a "pirozhok" poem, a chastushka if you discover a poetic gift within yourself, or more. Volume limit - no longer than a standard sonnet (14 lines). No porn or shock content; profanity will be beeped out. Try it yourself; I don't believe there are people among you unable to rhyme two lines, and no more is required.
Deadline - 48 hours.