Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160909223421/@comment-26571677-20170131095533

Dust waved back at her with a cheeky smile, eyes twinkling with mirth. He had missed their small banter over the years of being alone. It was good to know that some things still stayed constant.

He lingered for a while in the kitchen, pulling open a cupboard, and pouring himself some of the firey, sharp smelling alcohol into the glass, adding a few cubes of ice, a priviledge that he rarely had access to on his missions, or in the streets, save for the few times he decided to go to some bars in the lands of bum fuck nowhere.

The liquid swirled around in it's confinment, shining a brilliant orange, before sitting still, as Dust set it down on a table, and went to grab something from the guest room where he'd put down his things.

Moments later, he came back, acoustic guitar in hand. Sitting opposite the starry night sky, land below shining with the lights of a city, he tuned it meticulously, hands ever so soft, but precise, tweaking every string to the perfect tone. He gave it an experimental strum, before clearing his voice.

Then he began to sing, softly, to not disturb his partner. His rough, grizzled voice sang the tale of a man who was wandering, looking to save the earth from evil, but not recognizing that you cannot save something from itself. The melancholy carried out through him, ending on a low note, and a final, echoing strum of the strings.

Slowly, the man got up, finishing his drink, and walked to the bedroom, falling into a deep slumber, tired of everything he'd now discovered, memories swirling of people he'd lost. Hazel, his teammates, and every other soul that had looked to him for protection.