Cariad dwi'n unig heno, a ble wyt ti nawr?
Jul. 1st, 2013 07:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
WHO || Robin Goodfellow and whoever feels like dropping by [open]
WHAT || Robin is making use of the music room, which leaves him a little more emotionally exposed than he usually is. It's a bit of a special day, and not really in a good way.
WHERE || Music Room
WHEN || July 1st, all day and late into the night
HOW || I'll be writing the set-up in prose but whatever you want, I'll take your lead
No matter how much he played the polite and untouchable gentleman, there were only so many things a man could hide from the world and himself, and much as he could lie at just about any other time... Rob had never been able to lie when he sang.
Not many people managed to figure that out though, mostly because he didn't let them. Wouldn't do to let on that he had such an obvious tell after all.
He'd been staying away from this room for that exact reason. Had ignored the seductive whispers from instruments just begging to be touched, to have him caress sweeet music out of them. But this day was special. A birthday, though not his own. It was also one he hadn't been able to celebrate properly for many years. Now there wasn't really much point, was there?
But he could play, and he could remember. So he played, and he sang, to begin with in the language that would always seem more his than any other he learned.
He had perhaps not been as careful about making sure the door was properly closed as he thought he'd been.
ooc: Just pretend it's a guy singing that song, okay? Okay.