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.

Comments

[thesleeper]

. . .

[Phineas peers in, but doesn't want to disturb the man who seems so deep in concentration.]

[Even so, the song and curious language have him mystified... Against his better judgement, he presses the door open enough to permit him access to the room.]

[He slumps against the wall, and sits - not wishing to interrupt the strange singer.]

[bittersweeter]

[Curiosity killed the cat and Lila is ever curious. So when she hears music -- albeit sad, slightly melodramatic music, in Lila's opinion -- she can't help poking her head in to see who is being emotional in her general presence.

She's quiet, moving into the room, but she doesn't pretend she isn't there, crossing the floor to lean again the piano. Mild curiosity lights on her expression. But she can wait until he is done...]

[juststories]

Chai was still storming off from the after party in a rage, not even paying heed to where she was going as she stomped her way to the music room. All she knew was that there were doors in front of her and they were forcibly pushed (haha strength 1) only for Chai to lose her footing, have the door slam back in her face and then open again to send her tumbling into the music room, looking considerably less than graceful.

She was just starting to get up when she realized the beautiful singing was not a recording and gasped in surprise. Oh. Not as unoccupied as she had thought it was.

She blushed and got to her feet, tucking her hair behind her ear and sniffling a little.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to- I didn't know anyone was in here."