Cariad dwi'n unig heno, a ble wyt ti nawr?

[faeconman]

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.

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[bittersweeter]

[She shrugs delicately, nose wrinkling for a vey brief second before her expression clears.]

Standing by what I said. 'course I tried to walk my boyfriend off the roof, so I'm not an expert.

[faeconman]

[ It says rather a lot about Rob as a person that Lila saying that only makes him raise his eyebrows a little.

He only has the manners of a gentleman. ]

Not a romantic, huh?

[bittersweeter]

Why, because I think Romeo and Juliet is a farce? Just because I don't constrain myself to the stupid teenage ideals of romance doesn't mean I'm not a romantic. [A beat.] Besides, he deserved it. And that song was about loneliness, which is way worse than love.

[faeconman]

Actually I dream of the day when people realize how overrated Shakespeare is.

[ He plays a couple of quiet chords, for no other reason than wanting to. ]

And it is about loneliess, yes. But you could find within it the hope of seeing your beloved again in time.

[ Not that he personally does, which probably came through in his interpretation, but he's playing the devil's advocate a little for the sake of discussion. ]

[bittersweeter]

The only Shakespeare I can stand is Midsummer. And Twelfth Night because I'm a sucker for a comedy.

[Her nose wrinkles in distaste, even though she sees what he is doing as devil's advocate.] Love is blind and equally as stupid, some people are better off not seeing their "beloved" again. I don't really buy into hope either.