08-03-2018, 06:37 PM
[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
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
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden