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[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[He's singing an old Enochian hymn.]

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[displacementor.livejournal.com]

What are you singing? [She looks up from the book she's reading to watch him.]

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[He finishes the verse before going to sit by her with a smile.]

It is a song I loved when I was young. It does not translate to English.

How are you, darling?

[displacementor.livejournal.com]

Good. Calm, collected, relaxed. And you?

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

Better than I have felt in a long time, hence the singing. It is pleasing to have a relatively drama-free existence, for once.

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*legs crossed, listening quietly. he's not here, shhh.*

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[he senses Lester in the room, but continues to sing. His voice is high-pitched and note-perfect. The song itself sounds almost like a lullaby, Lacking in the harsh consonant sounds so commonly associated with the Enochian language.]

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*it's a good voice. that's why he's snuck up here. :3*

*...yawning*

[caughtnreleased.livejournal.com]

[ This is not an appreciative glare, Belphegor. ]

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[A questioning look is returned, and at the end of the verse he turns to her.]

Is there a problem?

[caughtnreleased.livejournal.com]

I'm not a fan of ass-kissing.

(ooc: This one comes with a built in apology. Please pardon me for exposing you to her xD)

[whomisworthless.livejournal.com]

"Have you an occasion for such song?"

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

Must there be an occasion for music?

[whomisworthless.livejournal.com]

"Not truly," he mused a little deciding whether he wants to move forward or not. No, this was a good distance he decided. For now. "One has simply never heard it from you."

[displacementor.livejournal.com]

What are you singing? [She looks up from the book she's reading to watch him.]

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[He finishes the verse before going to sit by her with a smile.]

It is a song I loved when I was young. It does not translate to English.

How are you, darling?

[displacementor.livejournal.com]

Good. Calm, collected, relaxed. And you?

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*legs crossed, listening quietly. he's not here, shhh.*

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[he senses Lester in the room, but continues to sing. His voice is high-pitched and note-perfect. The song itself sounds almost like a lullaby, Lacking in the harsh consonant sounds so commonly associated with the Enochian language.]

[halfthemistake.livejournal.com]

*it's a good voice. that's why he's snuck up here. :3*

*...yawning*

[caughtnreleased.livejournal.com]

[ This is not an appreciative glare, Belphegor. ]

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

[A questioning look is returned, and at the end of the verse he turns to her.]

Is there a problem?

[caughtnreleased.livejournal.com]

I'm not a fan of ass-kissing.

(ooc: This one comes with a built in apology. Please pardon me for exposing you to her xD)

[whomisworthless.livejournal.com]

"Have you an occasion for such song?"

[subreptitious.livejournal.com]

Must there be an occasion for music?

[whomisworthless.livejournal.com]

"Not truly," he mused a little deciding whether he wants to move forward or not. No, this was a good distance he decided. For now. "One has simply never heard it from you."