hamelinic: (suggestion;)
cynric the unflinching ([personal profile] hamelinic) wrote in [community profile] sixwordstories2013-06-05 08:38 am
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And I... might walk 500 miles.
mind_overmatter: (don't give me those puppy eyes woman)

[personal profile] mind_overmatter 2013-06-12 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps it's her own contented - or at least, unmarred by true tragedy - past that's responsible for Lee not having realized just how upsetting her new acquaintance's early life might have been. (Or towards the end of his early life, or the middle stages, or the current-stages, she's really just not too sure of anything he is except what he presents to her in the current moment.)

But his serious gaze feels like it speaks volumes to her, as his music was attempting to, and her own face settles into something walking the line between solemn and concerned.

The question almost feels like a reproach, when it comes at the tail end of his explanation of why to play such melancholy tunes. She frowns, although it's more of a grimace while she bites her lip thoughtfully.
] No, of course not.

[And, realizing she's not meaning to snap at him:] As I said, play of your compositions what you feel like sharing. Don't bother with what you think I'd rather hear. [She's not sure when this became less of a curiosity and more of an interpersonal quest, but if he felt like sharing a few shades of pain to expose how common that was in the world, well... Then Lee can contend with both of them feeling a bit off.

--Speaking of things being off, guess who's just realized what's been missing since they met?
] --My name is Lee by the way, minstrel.