"Spanish Ladies," he spoke.
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“Sing it for me. I’ve never heard it.”
Bailey drew in a deep breath, and sang in his thickly voice:
"Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain;
For we've received orders for to sail for old England
But we hope in a short time to see you again.."
The song brought a faint smile to George’s lips. “I didn’t know you had such a nice voice.”
He cleared his throat, "I was in the church choir when i was young," he spoke softly.
His smile softened.
“Did you enjoy it?”
"It was cripplingly boring," he laughed.
George let loose a small chuckle. “I was in choir when I was young as well. I loved it.”
"I love to sing, but not church hymns. I want to sing with passion and fire," he elaborated.
“Then sing me something with passion and fire.”
"Like Spanish Ladies?" He smirked. "My wife loved that song."
A flicker of sadness passed under his expression, sympathy. He smiled, though. “Yes. Sing to me again.”
"That was just the first chorus," he spoke, and continued:
"We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roam all on the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England;
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues,"
George let out a soft laugh. “You have a beautiful voice.”
"If you say so," Bailey smiled flatteredly.
“What’s your favourite song?” he inquired, shoulders relaxing.
"Never really had one," he replied.
George nodded in understanding. “Do you like Amazing Grace?”
"It's okay." He replied. "–In all honesty, I've never been very religious,"
He nodded, still smiling. “I used to sing it at home, when my father was.. away.”
"Yeah?" He breathed out a cloud of fog.
“Yeah. My mother didn’t mind the singing… when she was home.” He exhaled slowly.
"Ah.." He murmured back.
“What were your parents like?” he asked carefully, slowly.
"Forgettable." He laughed. "They couldn't handle me. I was wild, ruthless, reckless.. Crazy teenager. They were such quiet people, they didn't know how to contain me,"
George’s laugh echoed Bailey’s. “You? An unruly teenager?”
"I've changed a lot over the years," he laughed. "Nearly losing my life has.. Tamed me, i think."
Before he could stop to think, George had slipped the fingers of one hand through Bailey’s golden hair. “I can tell… do you like it better, this way?”
"Mm, mhm." He became quiet and relaxed when George delved his fingers against his scalp.
George swallowed thickly, trailing his fingers down to Bailey’s neck. “Ask me a question. Anything.”