09-13-2019, 08:57 PM
It wasn't often that Wormwood was able to listen to music, mainly because Poetking had been the one with all of the old human music playing devices, back when he had lived in Tanglewood. Worm had often stolen these devices away in order to listen to thinks for himself, fascinated by the words that fell so beautifully from other's lips in a way that he could never duplicate, but he had never bothered looking for anything that could play music for himself. So when Poetking had disappeared, the music in Worm's life had disappeared with him – another reason that Wormwood felt hatred slowly building for his sibling as time went on. However, for the first time in several weeks, Worm could feel faint music gliding and dancing effortlessly along the air to reach his ears. At first his heart sped up, since the sound of music made him think, even faintly, that Poetking had returned, but then he remembered that he wasn't in Tanglewood, and he felt a soft sigh leaves him as he shook his head from side to side. He didn't want to see the lion anyways, so why should he get excited?
Instead of focusing on his conflicted feelings over his family troubles, Worm had slowly gotten up to his paws and moved over to where Idyll was listening to the music, sprawled out on their back and hearing up under the midday sun. Wormwood had hesitated for a moment before moving to sit nearby, hearing Etherealgate and glancing over at the other. He knew about the more modern music playing devices, but he actually had no experience with the older things such as gramophones, so he decided to let Idyll answer those particular questions. The hellhound slowly lowered himself down in a laying position nearby, letting his chin rest against the ground as he closed his eyes, his tail faintly flicking from side to side as he yipped at Idyll, "You have some pretty good taste in music, Idyll." He didn't want to interrupt the moment any further, so he just stayed in his resting position, listening to the conversation between Idyll and Ethereal.
Instead of focusing on his conflicted feelings over his family troubles, Worm had slowly gotten up to his paws and moved over to where Idyll was listening to the music, sprawled out on their back and hearing up under the midday sun. Wormwood had hesitated for a moment before moving to sit nearby, hearing Etherealgate and glancing over at the other. He knew about the more modern music playing devices, but he actually had no experience with the older things such as gramophones, so he decided to let Idyll answer those particular questions. The hellhound slowly lowered himself down in a laying position nearby, letting his chin rest against the ground as he closed his eyes, his tail faintly flicking from side to side as he yipped at Idyll, "You have some pretty good taste in music, Idyll." He didn't want to interrupt the moment any further, so he just stayed in his resting position, listening to the conversation between Idyll and Ethereal.
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— Reggan