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riverviewlogs2017-11-11 02:59 am
somakemelaugh) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-11-11 02:59 am
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who: Undertaker and whoever happens to drop by
what: Musical inclinations
when: Nov 11 in the afternoon
where: The music shop
warnings: Feelz and potential band starting
It had been a whim, in the end, to go for a stroll around the town square and visit the market of it all, but he had had his eye on this place for some time. Having had so recently purchased a house in the city, he of course had no money for anything here, but that didn't stop him from doing a little window shopping on his day off.
His interests swayed with the wind here and there, ultimately landing on the music store and in he went to explore. Once or twice his desires had taken him to this shop and he did so love the sounds that came from it. Many of the instruments he recognized immediately, their shape and sound and purpose having not changed so much from his own time. Indeed, music was ageless and even though it had change much since his day according to the tastes of those who created it, the tools used to make the magic happen hadn't been adjusted so much that he didn't know them anymore.
The voice of the violins, still glossy and polished. The woodwinds and their trills, ups and downs in tone that they could be. So talented! But in the back of the store, his heart drew him to a set of three pianos that stood admired by few. He wandered around one, then another, then the third, letting fingers caress their keys and their shining wood. It had been decades since he'd last played, but as he sat and settled his hands over the keys, it felt as though it'd been only yesterday.
Eyes closed, he bowed his head and let the whim do what it would with him. One day, he thought, he would have to move this beauty from the shop into their new house with him. As long as she sang like this for him when he touched her, how could he resist her charm?
what: Musical inclinations
when: Nov 11 in the afternoon
where: The music shop
warnings: Feelz and potential band starting
It had been a whim, in the end, to go for a stroll around the town square and visit the market of it all, but he had had his eye on this place for some time. Having had so recently purchased a house in the city, he of course had no money for anything here, but that didn't stop him from doing a little window shopping on his day off.
His interests swayed with the wind here and there, ultimately landing on the music store and in he went to explore. Once or twice his desires had taken him to this shop and he did so love the sounds that came from it. Many of the instruments he recognized immediately, their shape and sound and purpose having not changed so much from his own time. Indeed, music was ageless and even though it had change much since his day according to the tastes of those who created it, the tools used to make the magic happen hadn't been adjusted so much that he didn't know them anymore.
The voice of the violins, still glossy and polished. The woodwinds and their trills, ups and downs in tone that they could be. So talented! But in the back of the store, his heart drew him to a set of three pianos that stood admired by few. He wandered around one, then another, then the third, letting fingers caress their keys and their shining wood. It had been decades since he'd last played, but as he sat and settled his hands over the keys, it felt as though it'd been only yesterday.
Eyes closed, he bowed his head and let the whim do what it would with him. One day, he thought, he would have to move this beauty from the shop into their new house with him. As long as she sang like this for him when he touched her, how could he resist her charm?
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Strange.
His gaze took in the instruments, pausing on the strings. Every noble had some musical experience and he was no different. He could actually play several of the instruments he saw, but he did not have the heart to even pick them up for some reason.
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Either way, he plays the notes, letting them ring out without a care in the world, unaware of those around him for the moment.