Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13172690-20140626025213/@comment-11588669-20140626050206

The notes were sharper, more vibrant. Accents were everywhere, the beat in his head pulsing in time with the music. This was when he was almost at a state of pure happiness: Surrounded by something that he didn't have to fight to protect, or kill to earn. It was simple and calming, or complex and vibrant. All under his control: Every note that shifted from the white-wood woodwind, every accent and staccatto, every crescendo and decrescendo. All of it was under his control.

It was nearly pure bliss for the normally cold hearted teen.

He went into a trill, and took the time to lean over the side. Eyes seemingly cut from the night sky itself surveyed the girl. She was certainly pretty, beautiful even. Long blue hair, and a kimono styled top. The mercenary raised an eyebrow. He knew who she was from the unusual style of dress alone. Very few people dressed like that/

''Inari Tsukiakari. Well, that certainly was unexpected. ''

Nox shifted his weight again, playing out the notes strongly. They kept getting longer and longer, until the final note which seemed to span hours. It crescendoed in, and decrescendod out until the sound was no more. Calmly, he pulled the flute from his lips, curious if she knew he was right above her.