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the song of the golden dragon [ open / guitar human au ] - adomania - 08-03-2018
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]There had been a time where, in the lonely shadows of the setting sun, a young boy had sat under whatever shaded tree he could find and played his heart out. Those were the peaceful nights, where neither war or famine or abuse could find him and he could settle, relax as much as someone with his disposition could. The guitar had been Des' one true friend, as it was always there for him when he needed something to ease the pain lest he succumb to it when a cigarette wasn't enough.
He hadn't played or heard a guitar in ages. The habit had been lost somewhere between now and then when he started to wander and the instrument broke along the way. There was no more room for music in his life, as more important things where on his back that would keep him alive during long trips. He missed it, though, and it had become an ache in his soul that couldn't be replaced by anything else but the worn wood and strings underneath his calloused fingers, playing for nothing and no one but the setting sun once more.
To say that he was overjoyed when he came across a guitar upon joining the ragtag group of pirates he now called his own would be an understatement. It was an old instrument, hardly new and definitely not polished, and he had spent a good portion of his evening tuning it so it didn't sound like a dying cat, but it had taken place of his usual drinking habits and, eventually, he had it perfected as the day dwindled to an end and the sunset cast orange hues across the land, causing the water in front of Des' small hut to shimmer like gold.
And he played. For the first time in a long, long time, Des played for the world once more, losing himself to the music and letting it calm him like it did all those years ago, when he was nothing but a broken boy hoping for a new life.
// this is what he's playing btw >:3c
Re: the song of the golden dragon [ open / guitar human au ] - Character Graveyard. - 08-03-2018
Kirishima had never heard or seen anyone play a guitar in person before. He had grown up watching shows on wrestling and the Pro Heroes working. The life of a Hero- it would've been a hard, to be honest. With the villains showing up all over the world and the Heroes trying to keep all civilians safe from possible harm.
Crimson-hues had quickly spotted Desperado and the older-man with his guitar. Interesting. He was good at playing his instrument, so the red-haired teenager would make his way over, a small smile on his lips. "You're good at playing. Where did you learn?"
Crimson-hues had quickly spotted Desperado and the older-man with his guitar. Interesting. He was good at playing his instrument, so the red-haired teenager would make his way over, a small smile on his lips. "You're good at playing. Where did you learn?"
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Re: the song of the golden dragon [ open / guitar human au ] - Freya - 08-03-2018
Freya Santos
- the Typhoon
- black mongoose
- moody, pessimistic
- the Typhoon
- black mongoose
- moody, pessimistic
It had been a long time since Freya heard any form of instrumental music. She'd always adored the sound of a softly-strummed guitar, especially when played correctly. Of course the sound had attracted her attention, her gaze flitting left and right until finally finding Desperado's form and immediately studied the guitar in his hands, her eyes lighting up as she watched him play. Freya stood from her cross-legged position in the sand and began to make her way down the beach, hands shoved into her pockets.
She settled herself down beside him and sat quietly, watching his fingers move along the strings as he played. Brown irises flitted to the teenager approaching, a kind smile pulling at her lips in greeting before she returned her attention to Des.
Re: the song of the golden dragon [ open / guitar human au ] - Beatrice - 08-03-2018
BEATRICE
When Beatrice was just old enough to begin retaining memories, she could remember her mother singing in the kitchen as she prepared meals for their large family. The fiery red-headed girl could recall the sweet, low voice her mother possessed, and she remembered the way her father would pick her up and spin her around their tiny cabin. When she grew older, she had danced with her ten younger siblings, swaying to songs their mother sang and twirling the youngest ones around. In the early years, life had been so good regarding music.
And then she found out monsters were real.
The monster - the Beast - had tempted her into those no-good woods time and time again with his lovely, operatic voice. The final time he had lulled her into the woods, she had thrown a rock at a bluebird. Which then lead to a curse. A series of unfortunate events followed, which all lead her to where she was at present day: very far from home. Beatrice didn't mind it so much. They were better off without her anyway.
Dark eyes watched Des strum his guitar from a ways off. Something burned in the back of her mild, told her this was something sacred she was not supposed to be watching. Even so, she was rooted in place, immobile. It was only when she could hear faint singing in the distance that she was spurred from her spot.
She didn't speak as she came to stand with the two others, Kirishima and Freya. Maybe she ought to have acknowledged them and Des, but she was silent; she didn't want the music to stop.
And then she found out monsters were real.
The monster - the Beast - had tempted her into those no-good woods time and time again with his lovely, operatic voice. The final time he had lulled her into the woods, she had thrown a rock at a bluebird. Which then lead to a curse. A series of unfortunate events followed, which all lead her to where she was at present day: very far from home. Beatrice didn't mind it so much. They were better off without her anyway.
Dark eyes watched Des strum his guitar from a ways off. Something burned in the back of her mild, told her this was something sacred she was not supposed to be watching. Even so, she was rooted in place, immobile. It was only when she could hear faint singing in the distance that she was spurred from her spot.
She didn't speak as she came to stand with the two others, Kirishima and Freya. Maybe she ought to have acknowledged them and Des, but she was silent; she didn't want the music to stop.
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