♛ 04 - Plucking

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[If you're walking through the garden, one might hear the faint plucking tunes of a stringed instrument (sounding like this), an upbeat tempo that at the same time would have been at home in a more formal occasion for a polite dance, but fit the atmosphere of the garden well if one was out for a simple stroll. 

And if one followed the sounds, they'd find Ashura seated in a small area on a large pillow, a stringed instrument in his lap, fingers plucking along with a sure familiarity, though they lacked some of the smoother grace of one who played such a thing for a profession. And sitting beside him, forgotten as he concentrated on his playing, was his journal and a feather pen, so the music was free to float through the magic system. Whoops.]

If you can, meet me in the gardens some time this afternoon, or later this evening in the library. Just let me know when you can make it.

[ooc: Journal and actiony! Taking a nice relaxing break after the big fights. Whee]

Comments

ashura;

[firsttsurugi.livejournal.com]

Is the library alright? [evening sounds chill]

Filter forevahs

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Yes, that sounds fine. I was thinking we could look over a small layout map of some of the areas I think could hold the party along with some other elements.

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[and this one... actually is wandering through the Garden. She stops and holds her breath at the music because it's so pretty :') so shell just sit here and watch until he finishes thinking Ashura is a giiiiirl]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He's aware of his audience, but since the other is not protesting to his playing he continues to the end of the song before stopping, rubbing his fingers. Been awhile since he played.

He turned his golden gaze to the girl watching him, smiling serenely and opening his mouth, speaking in a voice that sat comfortably between male and female.]

Hello. I hope I wasn't being a bother with my playing.

[signattack.livejournal.com]

[ derp, Shizuo doesn't really care so much about the music, but he does hear it when he's walking by and he has something to see this guy for anyway. He has that cloth from back when he punched the wall, so he pulls it out of his pocket and folds it up before tossing it next to Ashura's journal. Not really saying anything since he doesn't want to interrupt. ]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Ashura's fingers still in surprise when he sees the other, honestly having forgotten he had given it to him. The castle had simply replaced it, and he had figured the other wouldn't want to see him again.]

Oh... thank you. I trust it served you well?

[i-barnabas.livejournal.com]

[Barnabas has spent a lot of time in his room recently. All those wounded people covered in blood make it difficult for a vampire to wander around the castle and keep his cover. He's pleasently surprised to hear music coming through the journal. He speaks up.]

That's lovely. It reminds me of a trip I once took to China.

Mmm, vampires ~

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Ashura blinks when he hears a voice and no immediate source, then remembers he has his journal. Momentarily shamed he had made such an error and left the journal open to potentially interrupt someone through the magical items, he paused in his playing and clears his throat.]

Oh, thank you. I hadn't realized I'd left my journal open. I pray I wasn't disturbing you.

[alessergoddess.livejournal.com]

[Because Seth can't stay too far from the garden some days she does hear that music. Being a curious girl she follow it. She comes to a stop a bit away from him and decides to smile and watch.]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Even a ways off he can sense you. One did not survive the politics of court without learning to know when one is being watched.

He draws the piece to a close and sighs, reaching on his other side and taking a sip from a small mug - tea as it were, instead of his usual liquor.]

I hope my performance was satisfactory?

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

That's not half bad. [pausing to watch him play]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Ashura blinks up as his fingers continue to pluck, affecting an abashed smile.]

Oh, thank you. I worried I would cause an annoyance for not having played in so long, but it's good to know I am not as out of practice as I thought.

[merriment.livejournal.com]

[ having been unable to sleep, she decided to take a walk and that's what led her to this somewhat peculiar sight. so, in a hopeless attempt to be sneaky, she hides behind a tree and occassionally peeks out at this talented musician ]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He knows she's there. A king must always know when he is being watched - it could save his life one day, quite literally, though Justinia probably didn't post a large threat at the moment.

He continued through the piece till it was finished with a sudden flourish of his fingers and sighed, picking up some of the tea he had hidden beside him and sipping.]

Would you like some tea, little one?

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[Nervously watching him play.

YES, YOU HAVE TO BE A HIM. WE ARE REFUSING TO BELIEVE OTHERWISE FOR NOW, YOU ARE A HIM.]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's fine cause Ashura -is- a him. No fear there Kasandoda, lol.

He draws the piece to a close with a flourish of his wrists and a sharp trill from the instrument before looking up and blinking those big golden eyes at you.]

Ah, I see someone has taken a break from finding a way out of the castle ~

[heroisms.livejournal.com]

_{[ He didn't normally visit the library, but. Music was something he enjoyed with a passion, even if it was Ashura who he discovered was making it. ]}

How fitting.

Psst, he's in the garden, lovely, unless he's commenting over the journals <3

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Ashura looked up and managed to keep the immediate frown off his face, his fingers continuing to pluck, if idly and more slowly than before, but refusing to be stopped by the unwanted interruption.]

Oh? How so?

ashura;

[firsttsurugi.livejournal.com]

Is the library alright? [evening sounds chill]

Filter forevahs

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Yes, that sounds fine. I was thinking we could look over a small layout map of some of the areas I think could hold the party along with some other elements.

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[and this one... actually is wandering through the Garden. She stops and holds her breath at the music because it's so pretty :') so shell just sit here and watch until he finishes thinking Ashura is a giiiiirl]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He's aware of his audience, but since the other is not protesting to his playing he continues to the end of the song before stopping, rubbing his fingers. Been awhile since he played.

He turned his golden gaze to the girl watching him, smiling serenely and opening his mouth, speaking in a voice that sat comfortably between male and female.]

Hello. I hope I wasn't being a bother with my playing.

[signattack.livejournal.com]

[ derp, Shizuo doesn't really care so much about the music, but he does hear it when he's walking by and he has something to see this guy for anyway. He has that cloth from back when he punched the wall, so he pulls it out of his pocket and folds it up before tossing it next to Ashura's journal. Not really saying anything since he doesn't want to interrupt. ]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Ashura's fingers still in surprise when he sees the other, honestly having forgotten he had given it to him. The castle had simply replaced it, and he had figured the other wouldn't want to see him again.]

Oh... thank you. I trust it served you well?

[i-barnabas.livejournal.com]

[Barnabas has spent a lot of time in his room recently. All those wounded people covered in blood make it difficult for a vampire to wander around the castle and keep his cover. He's pleasently surprised to hear music coming through the journal. He speaks up.]

That's lovely. It reminds me of a trip I once took to China.

Mmm, vampires ~

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Ashura blinks when he hears a voice and no immediate source, then remembers he has his journal. Momentarily shamed he had made such an error and left the journal open to potentially interrupt someone through the magical items, he paused in his playing and clears his throat.]

Oh, thank you. I hadn't realized I'd left my journal open. I pray I wasn't disturbing you.

[alessergoddess.livejournal.com]

[Because Seth can't stay too far from the garden some days she does hear that music. Being a curious girl she follow it. She comes to a stop a bit away from him and decides to smile and watch.]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Even a ways off he can sense you. One did not survive the politics of court without learning to know when one is being watched.

He draws the piece to a close and sighs, reaching on his other side and taking a sip from a small mug - tea as it were, instead of his usual liquor.]

I hope my performance was satisfactory?

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

That's not half bad. [pausing to watch him play]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Ashura blinks up as his fingers continue to pluck, affecting an abashed smile.]

Oh, thank you. I worried I would cause an annoyance for not having played in so long, but it's good to know I am not as out of practice as I thought.

[merriment.livejournal.com]

[ having been unable to sleep, she decided to take a walk and that's what led her to this somewhat peculiar sight. so, in a hopeless attempt to be sneaky, she hides behind a tree and occassionally peeks out at this talented musician ]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He knows she's there. A king must always know when he is being watched - it could save his life one day, quite literally, though Justinia probably didn't post a large threat at the moment.

He continued through the piece till it was finished with a sudden flourish of his fingers and sighed, picking up some of the tea he had hidden beside him and sipping.]

Would you like some tea, little one?

[kickthecanplz.livejournal.com]

[Nervously watching him play.

YES, YOU HAVE TO BE A HIM. WE ARE REFUSING TO BELIEVE OTHERWISE FOR NOW, YOU ARE A HIM.]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Well, that's fine cause Ashura -is- a him. No fear there Kasandoda, lol.

He draws the piece to a close with a flourish of his wrists and a sharp trill from the instrument before looking up and blinking those big golden eyes at you.]

Ah, I see someone has taken a break from finding a way out of the castle ~

[heroisms.livejournal.com]

_{[ He didn't normally visit the library, but. Music was something he enjoyed with a passion, even if it was Ashura who he discovered was making it. ]}

How fitting.

Psst, he's in the garden, lovely, unless he's commenting over the journals <3

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Ashura looked up and managed to keep the immediate frown off his face, his fingers continuing to pluck, if idly and more slowly than before, but refusing to be stopped by the unwanted interruption.]

Oh? How so?