Lovable Dark-side
I might be a scarf. Who knows?
In the middle of the stage Wyre sits her dark grey eyes scanning the crowd before her. The faces, the expressions, the way their eyes glimmer and follow her movements as she picks up her lyre, fingers resting ever so slightly on the instrument she had just tuned earlier. As she straightens her back, she plucks three chords each one loud and clear as they sound off into the room. Everyone goes silent... candles are blew out to make the lighting dimmer, and Sage appears his face like steel as he puts a skeleton like hand on her shoulder.
" Soleil or Drowning Dreams?," He queries, notching an eyebrow. She looks at him and thinks a moment," Drowning Dreams." She whispers, so that only he could hear her and he nods getting into position beside her. She stares at him for a moment before start taking notes of his appearance. He like her was adorn in light blue and both look almost nymph like in appearance. It would work excellently for what they were about to do.
As the silence grows thicker Wyre begins to play, the silver threads of her lyre quietly cry out to the audience. She no longer sees their faces just colors of every color in their places. The embodiment of emotions, swirling and burnings all in one rooms and she changes them as her song begins to play. Opening her audience to her will, but also opening herself up to those who weren't under her control. She would sense those stray emotions as she preformed and she could do nothing to block them. They would just stick, hovering at the edge of her mind until she has stopped using her abilities.
Her voice is dark, brooding almost as it is released from her throat conveying the sorrow of the song she sings. Sage beside her interlacing it with images.
The ship it swayed,
Heave- Ho, Heave- Ho
On the dark and stormy blue,
And I held tight to the captains might,
as he pulled up his trews.
The room fills with the image of water and old ship, wood rotten an surrounded by mist. Two figures standing side by side a small woman with long orange hair and a tall plump man holding her to his side. They don't say anything just look out into the audience -The sea- The whole rooms seems to rock to and fro, a dark blue light cast upon the walls make it seem as if their are no walls only ocean to be seen. As if they are the only two alive. Its sorrowful.
"You haven't slept Heave-Ho," He said,
"In many suns and moons."
Oh, I will sleep when I reach shore,
and pray we get their soon.
The rotten ship once far away, we are now on its deck. The plump man holds onto the girl now, but you see its not a comforting embrace. But more like a grapple to keep her by his side. The deck is covered in water and mist and the two figures you see now look worried. As the water seems to be rising and the ship lowering.
He said "Now hush love here's your gowns,
there's the bed, lantern's down
But I don't want to go to sleep in all my dreams I drown.
You see the couple go into a cabin below the deck the water at their feet, but they ignore it holding each others hands as they continue down the ships halls finding a room with a bed. The sheets are tossed, and the water is now to their lower calves. Still they ignore it and see only each other. You can see a loving look in the mans eyes as he moves a lock of orange hair out of the face of his love.
Suddenly Wyre stops playing, but the images continue on the echos of her song reverberating hollowly. Her voice no longer sings, nor does her fingers glide across her lyre. All she can feel is....fear...lust...and...anger. She stands up suddenly looking to Sage, but he shows notice of this disturbance. Most of the crowd seems still, the last emotions she implanted still strong in their minds. Everything is still, so Wyre runs, off the stage lyre firmly in her hands. Out into the hall, her small feet pushing her forward. The emotions growing stronger the closer she gets to the room Aaquilah and Nico are preforming in. They encompass her mind, all she can feel are those three set emotions. She doesn't hesitate as she opens the doors, and sees the scene before her. Her hands are already on her Lyre ready to play.
" Soleil or Drowning Dreams?," He queries, notching an eyebrow. She looks at him and thinks a moment," Drowning Dreams." She whispers, so that only he could hear her and he nods getting into position beside her. She stares at him for a moment before start taking notes of his appearance. He like her was adorn in light blue and both look almost nymph like in appearance. It would work excellently for what they were about to do.
As the silence grows thicker Wyre begins to play, the silver threads of her lyre quietly cry out to the audience. She no longer sees their faces just colors of every color in their places. The embodiment of emotions, swirling and burnings all in one rooms and she changes them as her song begins to play. Opening her audience to her will, but also opening herself up to those who weren't under her control. She would sense those stray emotions as she preformed and she could do nothing to block them. They would just stick, hovering at the edge of her mind until she has stopped using her abilities.
Her voice is dark, brooding almost as it is released from her throat conveying the sorrow of the song she sings. Sage beside her interlacing it with images.
The ship it swayed,
Heave- Ho, Heave- Ho
On the dark and stormy blue,
And I held tight to the captains might,
as he pulled up his trews.
The room fills with the image of water and old ship, wood rotten an surrounded by mist. Two figures standing side by side a small woman with long orange hair and a tall plump man holding her to his side. They don't say anything just look out into the audience -The sea- The whole rooms seems to rock to and fro, a dark blue light cast upon the walls make it seem as if their are no walls only ocean to be seen. As if they are the only two alive. Its sorrowful.
"You haven't slept Heave-Ho," He said,
"In many suns and moons."
Oh, I will sleep when I reach shore,
and pray we get their soon.
The rotten ship once far away, we are now on its deck. The plump man holds onto the girl now, but you see its not a comforting embrace. But more like a grapple to keep her by his side. The deck is covered in water and mist and the two figures you see now look worried. As the water seems to be rising and the ship lowering.
He said "Now hush love here's your gowns,
there's the bed, lantern's down
But I don't want to go to sleep in all my dreams I drown.
You see the couple go into a cabin below the deck the water at their feet, but they ignore it holding each others hands as they continue down the ships halls finding a room with a bed. The sheets are tossed, and the water is now to their lower calves. Still they ignore it and see only each other. You can see a loving look in the mans eyes as he moves a lock of orange hair out of the face of his love.
Suddenly Wyre stops playing, but the images continue on the echos of her song reverberating hollowly. Her voice no longer sings, nor does her fingers glide across her lyre. All she can feel is....fear...lust...and...anger. She stands up suddenly looking to Sage, but he shows notice of this disturbance. Most of the crowd seems still, the last emotions she implanted still strong in their minds. Everything is still, so Wyre runs, off the stage lyre firmly in her hands. Out into the hall, her small feet pushing her forward. The emotions growing stronger the closer she gets to the room Aaquilah and Nico are preforming in. They encompass her mind, all she can feel are those three set emotions. She doesn't hesitate as she opens the doors, and sees the scene before her. Her hands are already on her Lyre ready to play.
