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PostPosted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 3:46 pm
by Rainer
She closed her eyes, listening carefully. A smile played on the corner of her lips before they parted again.

"Who has to know
When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way we survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you

Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know

I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
My dirty little secret

A pause before she spoke, her eyes opening a crack. "Your pretty good."

PostPosted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 4:18 pm
by Silverdust
Hinote took the compliment lightly. "You learn some things. You're good yourself, firebrand."

Even Sanguine had complimented his singing, which was made him feel somewhere between scared and proud. Brittle, of course, had asked him why the heck he couldn't fight as well as he could trill, which led to the discovery that the other male was quite tone deaf. Id left them all in shock. Hinote didn't know much about the other male, but apparently somewhere in the past he had picked up the voice of an angel. A dark, tortured angel, but an angel nonetheless.

He closed his eyes as he remembered his companions, trying to channel what he could of Id's voice into the lyrics.

"You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase."

PostPosted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 8:19 pm
by Rainer
She nodded, seeming to accept it without protest... Something that didn't happen often. "Seems to be something we have in common..." She snorted, rolling her eyes.

The song he sang next, she knew it. She hummed the tune softly, slowly sinking down to the ground. She tucked her legs beneath herself, her head leaning against the wall.

His voice seemed to hypnotize her for a moment. If he were to look closely, since her eyes were only partially opened, he could have seen that they seemed duller then usual. Not as firey, if you may.

When he finished, she carried on, but with a different song.

"How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I’ve become

PostPosted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 9:50 pm
by Silverdust
Hinote could've ruined whatever moment was taking place in the small cave with the sharp laugh that was building in his throat, but chose not too. He barely knew the mare, and here they were singing like a campfire gathering. Still, it was nice, communicating in whatever way they could, through the songs. The mare seemed to entrance herself with her singing. He continued the thread of her old song.

"All of this time
I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me

I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Then you opened my eyes to everything

Without thought, without a voice, without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more

Bring me to life..."

PostPosted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 3:15 pm
by Rainer
She smirked, a sigh releasing from her. "Well...That was... Interesting." She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, thinking to herself.

"I was told that you have a soft spot... I do believe I just witnessed it."

PostPosted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 6:33 pm
by Silverdust
"Mist has been telling stories again, nothing more..."

His voice was far from convincing, a tired tone. His throat hurt slightly, singing was a talent he favored not using, and thus was out of practice. Yes, he did have a tender side, whether or not he had shown it was beyond him. So far, only Mirage had borne true witness, and what did he get of it? True, she had her own tenderness, but it was the desert's harsh winds that colored most of her actions and words.

He dug his face deeper into the rock, banishing his thoughts with the sudden stab of cold and pain. "You have tenderness yourself, Saphire."

He was to tired to use 'firebrand'. Seemed kind of pointless now, actually...