madame moiselle
❁ listening to lullabies ❁
Katla Olvirsson
Playing the violin had always soothed her, no matter where she was. The sound was simply enchanting and so beautiful that it seemed to calm her down instantly the moment she began to play. Katla let out a relaxed sigh and smiled, looking up towards the blue sky for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the sun that shone above her.
The Icelandic woman did not truly realize how much attention she had brought to herself until she took the time to glance around and see how many of those around her were admiring her curiously. She suddenly heard a voice speak up from behind her, and Katla slowly turned towards the source, her stunning blue gaze settling on a young man who had approached her. He seemed to be native to Japan.
She seemed pleased that he had recognized the piece she was performing, and a soft smile appeared on her face.
"Why thank you... that's very nice of you to say." She responded softly to his compliment, her Icelandic accent somewhat thick. A strange spirit seemed to be hiding in his hood, and she found herself watching it with curious eyes. Katla had never seen such a thing before.
"Of course. I would love to join you." She responded to his offer, beginning to rise from her position. This was the first time anyone had really approached her since she'd arrived in Japan. She figured this would be a good time to make friends at least...
Before Katla had even begun putting away her beloved instrument, another man had made his way towards her. She looked up towards him, violin and bow in hand. He seemed foreign as well, and she recognized him to be Egyptian. She found the color of his eyes to be quite alluring, unable to look away for a few moments. When he carefully handed her a coin for her performance, Katla laughed sheepishly and looked towards him hesitantly.
"You are too kind, but I don't think I can accept this. I would feel a bit bad for taking your money." She said, carefully setting the violin and the bow in its case before attempting to hand the coin back to him, although she had a feeling he would insist on her keeping it.
She smiled slightly and tilted her head.
"I'm sure it'd be fine if you joined us. Do you mind at all?" Katla turned towards the other man curiously, awaiting his confirmation before snapping the violin case shut.
Andraus madame moiselle
Isaiah Gayipov
Isaiah was delighted to hear that he could join the two on a meal. His stomach was grumbling, and he needed the energy to find a place to stay, not to mention alert his father that he was well. The man was worried sick; after all, the PAMU were everywhere. Even in Japan, where magic users were told that they would be liberated here and secure. But that didn't stop the PAMU from spreading. Isaiah's golden eyes saddened for a moment, remembering the way his own familiars had turned on him so quickly after the PAMU had gained control. The organization was hunting magic users down and threatened that if anyone was caught harboring a magic user, they would pay a fine. It was bearable at first, but then, it got worse. The fine soon turned to jailtime, and in some extreme cases, death. The reward for anyone who ould turn in a magic user was big. His own friends had conspired and tried to expose him, and that was when his father couldn't take it anymore. Isaiah was sent to Japan for his safety. Isaiah had never experienced such bitter betrayal before.
They walked to a picnic table, all disorderly and dirty. Delightfully though, the man Yaro put on quite a show as he cleaned it up. Isaiah looked on in wonder as spirits appeared, each taking care of one part of the mess. Yaro seemed to be friendly with these creatures, talking as if they were just regular friends. It shocked Isaiah at how comfortably and casually Yaro had shown his powers. As if he had no worry for the danger it might bring. Isaiah pondered on this.
It was too dangerous to use my artifacts back at home, he thought, reminded of Egypt and it's harsh laws. But maybe now...now I don't need to live in fear. The thought excited the young man. Too many years hehad spent living in fright, every moment of his life threatened by the PAMU, feeling the constant sting of bertrayal of his friends. He could start anew here, even if it would break his old papa's heart.
Driven by the need for food, Isaiah instantly sat down. He smiled, the sadness of his past erased from his expression. He had to give the impression of happiness, he reminded himself. They didn't need to know.
"While we wait, why don't you tell more about yourselves?" he asked, appearing interested. He may not want to share his background, but that didn't stop him from wondering about theirs.
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It is better to walk alone, than with a crowd going the wrong direction. Isaiah Gayipov |
Isaiah was delighted to hear that he could join the two on a meal. His stomach was grumbling, and he needed the energy to find a place to stay, not to mention alert his father that he was well. The man was worried sick; after all, the PAMU were everywhere. Even in Japan, where magic users were told that they would be liberated here and secure. But that didn't stop the PAMU from spreading. Isaiah's golden eyes saddened for a moment, remembering the way his own familiars had turned on him so quickly after the PAMU had gained control. The organization was hunting magic users down and threatened that if anyone was caught harboring a magic user, they would pay a fine. It was bearable at first, but then, it got worse. The fine soon turned to jailtime, and in some extreme cases, death. The reward for anyone who ould turn in a magic user was big. His own friends had conspired and tried to expose him, and that was when his father couldn't take it anymore. Isaiah was sent to Japan for his safety. Isaiah had never experienced such bitter betrayal before.
They walked to a picnic table, all disorderly and dirty. Delightfully though, the man Yaro put on quite a show as he cleaned it up. Isaiah looked on in wonder as spirits appeared, each taking care of one part of the mess. Yaro seemed to be friendly with these creatures, talking as if they were just regular friends. It shocked Isaiah at how comfortably and casually Yaro had shown his powers. As if he had no worry for the danger it might bring. Isaiah pondered on this.
It was too dangerous to use my artifacts back at home, he thought, reminded of Egypt and it's harsh laws. But maybe now...now I don't need to live in fear. The thought excited the young man. Too many years hehad spent living in fright, every moment of his life threatened by the PAMU, feeling the constant sting of bertrayal of his friends. He could start anew here, even if it would break his old papa's heart.
Driven by the need for food, Isaiah instantly sat down. He smiled, the sadness of his past erased from his expression. He had to give the impression of happiness, he reminded himself. They didn't need to know.
"While we wait, why don't you tell more about yourselves?" he asked, appearing interested. He may not want to share his background, but that didn't stop him from wondering about theirs.
Interactions: The Velveteen Rabbit Andraus