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exsiliumlogs2014-01-05 06:28 am
smallest) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-01-05 06:28 am
I will sing like April showers
Date & Time: Early January time
Location: In Exsilium
Characters: Jericho and Francœur
Summary: Boy meets giant hideous monster.
Warnings: Bad lyrics.
In the alleyway, away from the people, Francœur hid in the shadows. They all screamed at him here. Singing did not work; they did not stay long enough to give him the chance. Even in his disguise, even when he tried to use Medivh's ring to communicate, they all ran away in terror. The monster sat on the ground, his legs curled close to his body.
The strings on his guitar sang with just the slightest touch. He turned it in his hands and began to play a melody. He was not going to hide away his gift this time; someone was bound to hear. The music was sorrowful and lonely. He played from his heart. The voice he had was unfitting for his grotesque appearance. His voice was beautiful and unexpectedly high-pitched.
"The cries the screams
It's the monster of Paris
Now for the encore play
I see them all run away
This act cannot last I've learned from my past
What I sing can you see my heart is in my melody"
Location: In Exsilium
Characters: Jericho and Francœur
Summary: Boy meets giant hideous monster.
Warnings: Bad lyrics.
In the alleyway, away from the people, Francœur hid in the shadows. They all screamed at him here. Singing did not work; they did not stay long enough to give him the chance. Even in his disguise, even when he tried to use Medivh's ring to communicate, they all ran away in terror. The monster sat on the ground, his legs curled close to his body.
The strings on his guitar sang with just the slightest touch. He turned it in his hands and began to play a melody. He was not going to hide away his gift this time; someone was bound to hear. The music was sorrowful and lonely. He played from his heart. The voice he had was unfitting for his grotesque appearance. His voice was beautiful and unexpectedly high-pitched.
"The cries the screams
It's the monster of Paris
Now for the encore play
I see them all run away
This act cannot last I've learned from my past
What I sing can you see my heart is in my melody"