[ there's a cobblestone street lined with delicate pastel buildings. there's a song, a hum of lyrical genius drifting on the breeze. the temperature is peak perfection up here, the air clear and full of clouds that are robust and white and picturesque. it's practically a painting, with each stroke creating a perfectly recalled sound - the warm thrum of music in a square, the murmur of people. and the people. they're practically humming with character all their own, though stall too long and it might look as though they could be on loop, a movie that plays over and over again, stopping about a minute in and doubling back on itself. the same woman goes to the market, the same man plays a simple but poignant refrain over and over again. it's nostalgic, but in a way that isn't yours.
it's a beautiful place, with an atmosphere so clean it's almost impossible to believe. a path so drawn out it's a bit hard to ignore, stones fitting just right, wandering their way to a pair of chairs in the square, a table, a man with legs stretched out and a comically large newspaper fanned out in front of his face, which peers up just slightly over the pages at her as she approaches.
from behind the paper, a cup of coffee nudged forward by slender fingers - just how you like it.
the music loops over on itself again, brighter - perhaps a bit more at attention now. ]
I wasn't expecting company.
[ the smile is easy for rogue, weary at the edges but barely detectable to most who don't share an undefinable tangle of brain space with one another. ]
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fateandfortune2018-03-20 11:59 pm
@ rogue / sings idk what i'm doing but have a dream or smth!!!
it's a beautiful place, with an atmosphere so clean it's almost impossible to believe. a path so drawn out it's a bit hard to ignore, stones fitting just right, wandering their way to a pair of chairs in the square, a table, a man with legs stretched out and a comically large newspaper fanned out in front of his face, which peers up just slightly over the pages at her as she approaches.
from behind the paper, a cup of coffee nudged forward by slender fingers - just how you like it.
the music loops over on itself again, brighter - perhaps a bit more at attention now. ]
I wasn't expecting company.
[ the smile is easy for rogue, weary at the edges but barely detectable to most who don't share an undefinable tangle of brain space with one another. ]