08-14-2019, 03:07 AM
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carter was always made weak by the sound of something beautiful.
her eyes were trained forward, arms crossed in front of her body, one leg landing in front of the other as she walked towards the low hum of music. sure, over the years she'd heard people play, but every time it still enticed her. there was something beautiful, something magical about the high notes that escaped with every tap of fingers atop keys. she'd never learned piano, or any other instrument, for that matter. in elementary school, before the world went and ended, she'd played a plastic recorder, but even with some vague "training", it'd been ear piercing. she'd never learned how to make noises that beautiful, didn't really have too much of an interest in learning, but listening? she always loved listening.
dogs had gathered, and among them stood the blonde, shifting through the bodies of the canines who largely ignored her. though she was tempted to comment on the sounds, call it beautiful, she didn't want to disrupt the noise, disrupt the stream of sound. instead, she stood there, quiet and observing, listening with lips pressed together in the slightest bit of a smile.
( wow carter, you contribute so much to this thread )
carter was always made weak by the sound of something beautiful.
her eyes were trained forward, arms crossed in front of her body, one leg landing in front of the other as she walked towards the low hum of music. sure, over the years she'd heard people play, but every time it still enticed her. there was something beautiful, something magical about the high notes that escaped with every tap of fingers atop keys. she'd never learned piano, or any other instrument, for that matter. in elementary school, before the world went and ended, she'd played a plastic recorder, but even with some vague "training", it'd been ear piercing. she'd never learned how to make noises that beautiful, didn't really have too much of an interest in learning, but listening? she always loved listening.
dogs had gathered, and among them stood the blonde, shifting through the bodies of the canines who largely ignored her. though she was tempted to comment on the sounds, call it beautiful, she didn't want to disrupt the noise, disrupt the stream of sound. instead, she stood there, quiet and observing, listening with lips pressed together in the slightest bit of a smile.
( wow carter, you contribute so much to this thread )
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[color=#BCD8E4][shadow=black,left]a weekend on a boat in california
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