Songs on Strings [Lyndis/Marr Blitz]

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Songs on Strings [Lyndis/Marr Blitz] Jan 21, 2017 23:49:53 GMT -5

Post by * on Jan 21, 2017 23:49:53 GMT -5

Jacob Brontz

A sweet melodious noise extracted from the strings of Cecilia's violin. The weather outside wasn't exactly ideal, but it was the only place that I can play without anyone finding me. The blanket underneath me keeps me from feeling the chill of the cold ground, but it offers little comfort to the uneven ground and sticks underneath. However, none of that matters.

She speaks to me with each draw of the bow. Her smile caresses my memories and her laugh plays with my heart. Her beautiful eyes watch over me with each strum and vibration of a haunting tune that plays. It echoes out into the world, drifting on a cloud of a broken heart.

"Cecilia." I whisper and the instrument becomes silent after a long drawn out, exaggerated G3. The stringed instrument become still as the air around me catches my breath.

"Do you want another one?" I ask as the violin lays in my lap, the bow in my other hand, rests it against my chest. The question lingers for a few minutes as I await a gust of air or some noise that I would automatically deem to be 'her', but I never would have expected that the answer wouldn't be what I was expecting.

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Songs on Strings [Lyndis/Marr Blitz] Jan 22, 2017 0:27:58 GMT -5

Post by Lyn𝛿is on Jan 22, 2017 0:27:58 GMT -5

Neela Chiffon

The wind whistles through cracks in the drab grey concrete, a low note, like a mournful bird-call. But there aren't any real birds in this section of town.

Only paper ones, she thinks, putting the finishing crease on its tiny head. Another spot of color in the otherwise grey room. Ripred knows they all needed more color.

The front door flies open, and the cold wind enters full force just as she's turning around, trying to find just the right spot to put the crane. With another gust, it lifts the creature out of her hands, and for one moment the bird flaps its wings as though it were alive before tumbling out the door of their tiny house.

"Wait!" she calls out to it, racing after it as the music swells and bursts into a haunting violin tune with the wind as flute accompaniment, before dying down together as one long, low note.

Neela blinks. There's a boy with a violin across his lap, right in front of her. And a bright pink paper crane lodged inside its strings.

"Yeah… You have to be careful when placing labels on good and evil, Celice. Never waste your anger on individuals. Always focus it on the evil within all of us."
- Lewyn, Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War

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Songs on Strings [Lyndis/Marr Blitz] Jan 22, 2017 22:05:26 GMT -5

Post by * on Jan 22, 2017 22:05:26 GMT -5

Jacob Brontz

Silence screams at me. I'm willing almost anything to happen - any sign of life or lack thereof. Nothing happens. Just the slight breeze that is nothing more than just a normal everday breeze. No scents waft upon the invisible current nor does it carry any foreign object to wittle away...

"What's this?" I question as something flicks the string of the violin and there, in the last string, holding on by mere chance is a paper bird? Made of a light pink, it flitters itself in an act to fly away and I pinch the thin wing so it can not escape me. What kind of a sign is this?

"Cecilia what are you playing?" My voice lingers upon silence and whispers dance in the wind around me, casting out my voice should anyone want to listen. I lay the bow down, and my eyes begin a search for the source for the bird. A girl stands not far away and she's staring at me.

"Uh. Hi?" The words escape me for a mature conversation, but as it is, she's catching me at my most vulnerable. "Have you come to make fun of me or something because folding paper animals is about the same level. No jokes, okay?"

Exposing the bird, I extend it back to her. "This is yours, right?"

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Songs on Strings [Lyndis/Marr Blitz] Feb 6, 2017 23:16:52 GMT -5

Post by Lyn𝛿is on Feb 6, 2017 23:16:52 GMT -5

Neela Chiffon

She's taken aback by the first words out of the boy's mouth.

Have you come to make fun of me?

Who greets someone by assuming such a thing? The words seem so out of place as they sink into a space where moments ago had been such gentle music.

Because folding paper animals is about the same level.

Was he trying to insult her? To insult himself? Neela decides to ignore the comment.

"Why would I? I - I mean, I think your music was beautiful."

Their eyes meet as the boy offers the crane back to her, its surface none the worse for wear despite its impromptu journey. It's a silly superstition, she knows that, but she can't stop herself from blurting it out -

"They say paper cranes symbolize good luck," she explains. "And if you string a thousand of them together, your deepest wish will come true."

"Yeah… You have to be careful when placing labels on good and evil, Celice. Never waste your anger on individuals. Always focus it on the evil within all of us."
- Lewyn, Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War