♛ 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

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Haha, yes, I am and have been for some time, and I quite aware I look more like a 'Queen'.

And please, don't let that make you treat me any different. I find informality so much more appealing that the song and dance one usually has to go through.

[signattack.livejournal.com]

Ah...no.. [ well, yes but Shizuo wasn't particularly thinking that.

He is just kind of staring at Ashura. He wouldn't know how to treat royalty anyway so they're good there ] Hnnn... everyone is the same to me. If you piss me off then you piss me off and it makes me want to do something about it. If you don't, then I don't have a problem with you.

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He smirks, cause yes he knows people thinks it.

And at the other's statement he cocks his head, golden eyes narrowing a moment as he watches Shizuo, and then he smiles, shaking his head.]

Well, that works fabulously then.

Now, why don't you sit down and have some tea? It make conversation easier if neither of us is craning our necks.

[signattack.livejournal.com]

Hn.

[ he tilts his head a little. he's already used to being taller than almost everyone he knows so he just shrugs a little ] I'm more comfortable standing.

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Well if you insist...

[He reaches on his other side and brings up a mug of tea, sipping.]

You aren't much of a conversationalist, are you?

[signattack.livejournal.com]

[ shakes his head ] Not really.

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles.]

Haha, some people aren't. You seem more of the 'let me actions speak for me' sort.

[signattack.livejournal.com]

What gives you that idea?

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He just sort of -looks- at him, arching an elegant brow.]

Call it a feeling, if you must. Or an observation.

[signattack.livejournal.com]

[ he looks a -little- angry about that ] Look, you. I don't care if you're a king or just some punk. I just want to live in peace. That's all.

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, I'm not attempting to threaten you or anything. I'm just saying that's the sort of person you seem to be, to me. It's not necessarily a bad thing either - actions are truer than words, after all.

[signattack.livejournal.com]

I'm just making that one thing clear.

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

It is dually noted, trust me, and I can share the sentiment. Peace is... a nice thing, when we can find it.