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paradisalogs2012-10-11 07:56 pm
hvic) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-11 07:56 pm
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who: open
when: all week lmfao literally all day and all night she will never leave the music room
where: music room
what: exercising her creativity after sleeping for a while and reliving horrible memories.
warnings: will update if needed
format: quick to start, will follow whatever the tagger chooses!
[ She is playing this song, providing her own vocals as well. She has it memorized; Debussy was a favorite of hers and her brother, Edward. A thin dress clings to her limbs, flowing freely with her movements, the beige making her skin appearing even paler than usual. Her eyes are darker than their usual golden; she's hungry, but not too hungry. Not hungry enough yet.
She switches to other songs -- usually in Latin or French, but sometimes she sings a Spanish tune as well -- all on piano, all with prominent soprano parts. She enjoys the sound of her own voice. ]
when: all week lmfao literally all day and all night she will never leave the music room
where: music room
what: exercising her creativity after sleeping for a while and reliving horrible memories.
warnings: will update if needed
format: quick to start, will follow whatever the tagger chooses!
[ She is playing this song, providing her own vocals as well. She has it memorized; Debussy was a favorite of hers and her brother, Edward. A thin dress clings to her limbs, flowing freely with her movements, the beige making her skin appearing even paler than usual. Her eyes are darker than their usual golden; she's hungry, but not too hungry. Not hungry enough yet.
She switches to other songs -- usually in Latin or French, but sometimes she sings a Spanish tune as well -- all on piano, all with prominent soprano parts. She enjoys the sound of her own voice. ]
late! hope that's ok
but, of course, very little evidence to go with it.
the sound of a haunting, melodious voice draws her towards the music room. she's hardly surprised to not recognize it: the castle's packed with many unfamiliar faces these days.
there's a sadness behind the song that touches all the deepest chords of what she's going through at the moment, however, and she lingers in the doorway, leaning against the jamb and staring at the floor as she lets herself dwell for just a moment, lost in the sound. ]