OH SINNERS - - Open, singing+Reminiscing

[Luciferr]

[Character Graveyard.]

LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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As young children, Luna and her brother had a tutor. She was taught to sing and Ravus was taught to play the piano thus they would perform a lot for their mother. Upon hearing the distant singing, the serval decided to investigate whoever the source of the singing was. It couldn't be Starry or Bastille, because they didn't seem like the type of people to sing. Perhaps it was either Hotelsuites or Margaret. But she had been off, very off.

Slightly surprised by the sight of Eternal singing, Luna took a seat and she silently watched the other with calm, blue eyes.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Music has always held a special place in the white feline's heart. It had gotten her through a lot. She had to admit she was neglecting this special thing, but she had been neglecting a lot lately. So, now, as she listened to Eternalwar's bittersweet song, she thought back on all of this.

Her chest ached something awful as she recounted teaching her former Clanmembers how to play instruments. She missed jam sessions. She missed learning the piano from her apprentice. Suiteheart missed her best friend with whom she had created a band. She missed playing songs on her guitar and hearing Margaery sing. Everything... She wanted it all again. But that was in the far past.

"You're really something, Etty. You know that, right?" she meowed as she padded over after Luna. She took a seat beside the tigress, eyeing the small campfire. "I like your voice. What were you singing?" Eternal's voice wasn't normal, which Suite could dig. It was unique; it was something all its own. [color=#73B1B7][b]"Do you know any other songs?"

[BASTILLEPAW]

BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS  ✧
the ascendants — kuiper corporal — tags

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Bastille had no special relationship to music. There were some groups that he'd -- no, Echo'd visited that seemed to have a penchant for singing their stories, but those memories didn't really seem to come to mind unbidden at the notion of singing. Overall, Bast was basically indifferent to the practice. It didn't move him, nor did it bother him. It was just... there. Background noise on top of everything else.

Nevertheless, Eternal was singing instead of screaming like normal, which was much more tolerable to his headache. Bastille figured he may as well join them, seeing how Luna was at least nearby, and headed over a bit grudgingly. He didn't dislike Eternal, per se -- he just didn't like much of anybody just then. His mood was shit and his head killing him. Content to just settle down beside Suite with a lazy nod in greeting, the corporal let the others do the chatting.

[Margaery]

[glow=GLOWCOLOR,2,300]▶ MARGAERY FOLIE - tags - THE ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - SHE/HER- FELINE ◀[/glow]

Margaery's once fervent passion to sing her heart out was now nothing more than a bitter reminder of a time when things resembled a scrap of normalcy. She had sung often and she had sung well in her old home, her garden serving as her amphitheater for her imaginary concerts as she quite literally put on a show whilst maintaining her precious roses. Her old friends had often come to listen and offer their own commentary but it was Suiteheart who served the role as her biggest fan. There was no doubt that Margaery, with absolute certainty, reciprocated such feelings. Her wife was even more talented than she was and if ever there was someone who embodied the essence of rock and roll, it was the stark white gal she had pledged her heart and soul to. Oh what she'd do to see her perform again... genuinely, happy.

She hadn't meant to reminiscence about a time lost to chaos but the lull of a voice had ushered forth an onslaught of memories she hadn't relieved in sometime now. It took her a full minute to place the owner but, with sudden intrigue upon finally realizing it was Eternalwar, she padded forward to join the tiny group forming around her, her chocolate-hued ears perking forward. [color=black]"You've got quite the voice, love," She murmured with a contemplative nod, stealing a glance at Suite for a mere second. Obviously the girl had talent... did she sense a random and almost completely not-her-own-desire to suggest the creation of a band?

[color=black]"Have you ever wanted to collab?"

[Luciferr]