Post by Turpentine Kisses on Dec 21, 2006 13:48:07 GMT -5
{Well. It was just gonna be for here... But then Jess started up her role play and it went there... But there's gonna be a couple like. Short stories with these two just so I can get the feel of them... So. For the second time... Enjoy. ^^;}
“Dammit, Fausta. Is it really that hard?” he asked, standing up. The youth swung his legs over the chair, leaning his instrument against the yellowed walls.
“I’m sorry, Quant! Okay, okay. I can do it this time. Gimmie the note again,” she demanded, determination in her eyes. It was the same look she was giving when she’d tried that last dozen times. He sighed. It wasn’t going to change. Her voice wasn’t going to let the sound out.
But, humouring her, he grabbed the neck of his guitar and picked the note. “That one. Go.”
She drew in a deep breath, and quietly released a similar note, letting it grow to fill the room. But… It wasn’t the sound he was looking for. He sighed again, shaking his head. “NononoNO!”
She flinched at the sudden outburst.
“Here. Come with me.” The guitarist slung his instrument over his shoulder and held out his hand which she timidly took. “I’m sorry. I won’t yell again. Just. I know you can get it, you’ve done it before. It’s just… frustrating. Understand?”
She nodded as he pulled her along, down the hall around the corner and to a window. He threw the wooden frame up with a reluctant creak before ducking down and climbing out to the roof. She stuck her head out, inspecting the area before he rolled his eyes. “My house may be old, Fausta. But it’s gonna hold your little weight. C’mon.”
“I’m not worried about that,” she snapped. She was just a little… surprised at his sudden decision to change the scenery.
“Well then, what the hell are you waiting for? I’m not getting any younger, child.”
She stuck her tongue out and climbed through under the moon-lit sky, crossing the shingles to meet him. “Okay… What now?”
“Now sing,” he replied matter of factly.
“Wh-what?” How was this supposed to help? Had he finally lost that last ounce of sense?
“Sing. Ess, eye, en, gee. Siiing. As in –“
“I know how to spell, thanks. How is this” – she waved to the stars, passed the trees – “gonna change my voice?”
“I’ve noticed that you draw inspiration from the environment around you. That musty room wasn’t doing anything for you, so we’ll try this.”
“And what if this doesn’t work?”
“Then you’re hopeless.” He grinned, taking a seat to face the fast-fading horizon.
“You’re so kind,” she muttered, standing slightly behind him.
He chuckled. “I know. If this doesn’t work – which I will be very surprised if it doesn’t… This is the purest thing I could think of that doesn’t require us to drive forever and ever,” he mused, pausing. Yeah… This had to work. “But, if it doesn’t, we’ll try something else. And we’ll keep trying ‘til I get that sound. It’s the only thing keeping you in this band.” He winked.
She stuck her tongue out at the back of his head. Yeah. Take that.
He strummed out the note again. “Alright. Try it, now.”
She drew in a deep breath, watching the quiet world around her. It was… quite the image. The firmament glittered with bright stars woven between the threads of a deep blue; not quite the blue of the ocean… More… pure. The trees swayed, leaves breathing with her, and the trunks groaned at the wind’s insisting. And the moon… the brilliant, luminous moon called for her to sing. Which she promptly did.
The note was let out strong and almost unexpectedly. A jolt was actually sent through the boy as she began, but soon it was replaced with the shiver that racked through his frame. That was the note.
He turned back to face her, a huge smile stretched across his face. She grinned, adding the words that he’d written.
Yet another feat she now needed to pay him back for…
“Dammit, Fausta. Is it really that hard?” he asked, standing up. The youth swung his legs over the chair, leaning his instrument against the yellowed walls.
“I’m sorry, Quant! Okay, okay. I can do it this time. Gimmie the note again,” she demanded, determination in her eyes. It was the same look she was giving when she’d tried that last dozen times. He sighed. It wasn’t going to change. Her voice wasn’t going to let the sound out.
But, humouring her, he grabbed the neck of his guitar and picked the note. “That one. Go.”
She drew in a deep breath, and quietly released a similar note, letting it grow to fill the room. But… It wasn’t the sound he was looking for. He sighed again, shaking his head. “NononoNO!”
She flinched at the sudden outburst.
“Here. Come with me.” The guitarist slung his instrument over his shoulder and held out his hand which she timidly took. “I’m sorry. I won’t yell again. Just. I know you can get it, you’ve done it before. It’s just… frustrating. Understand?”
She nodded as he pulled her along, down the hall around the corner and to a window. He threw the wooden frame up with a reluctant creak before ducking down and climbing out to the roof. She stuck her head out, inspecting the area before he rolled his eyes. “My house may be old, Fausta. But it’s gonna hold your little weight. C’mon.”
“I’m not worried about that,” she snapped. She was just a little… surprised at his sudden decision to change the scenery.
“Well then, what the hell are you waiting for? I’m not getting any younger, child.”
She stuck her tongue out and climbed through under the moon-lit sky, crossing the shingles to meet him. “Okay… What now?”
“Now sing,” he replied matter of factly.
“Wh-what?” How was this supposed to help? Had he finally lost that last ounce of sense?
“Sing. Ess, eye, en, gee. Siiing. As in –“
“I know how to spell, thanks. How is this” – she waved to the stars, passed the trees – “gonna change my voice?”
“I’ve noticed that you draw inspiration from the environment around you. That musty room wasn’t doing anything for you, so we’ll try this.”
“And what if this doesn’t work?”
“Then you’re hopeless.” He grinned, taking a seat to face the fast-fading horizon.
“You’re so kind,” she muttered, standing slightly behind him.
He chuckled. “I know. If this doesn’t work – which I will be very surprised if it doesn’t… This is the purest thing I could think of that doesn’t require us to drive forever and ever,” he mused, pausing. Yeah… This had to work. “But, if it doesn’t, we’ll try something else. And we’ll keep trying ‘til I get that sound. It’s the only thing keeping you in this band.” He winked.
She stuck her tongue out at the back of his head. Yeah. Take that.
He strummed out the note again. “Alright. Try it, now.”
She drew in a deep breath, watching the quiet world around her. It was… quite the image. The firmament glittered with bright stars woven between the threads of a deep blue; not quite the blue of the ocean… More… pure. The trees swayed, leaves breathing with her, and the trunks groaned at the wind’s insisting. And the moon… the brilliant, luminous moon called for her to sing. Which she promptly did.
The note was let out strong and almost unexpectedly. A jolt was actually sent through the boy as she began, but soon it was replaced with the shiver that racked through his frame. That was the note.
He turned back to face her, a huge smile stretched across his face. She grinned, adding the words that he’d written.
Yet another feat she now needed to pay him back for…