His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
It's been a weird couple days. Lotta weird shit happening. Running into a kid with a guitar who's decided the middle of a monsoon is the best time to be serenading a lighthouse? Not even top five.
That said: damn, man, the fuck is your plan?
"Nice song." You're on your way home from Vai's place (really gotta move her closer, and into a house with fewer people living there [what're they at, like, seven?]) when you see the lad, his voice rising through a lull in the rain. Truthfully he doesn't look that much younger than you, but then again you do look quite a bit older than you are (thanks, genetics). "Cheery."
Drawing to a stop beside him, you stare out into the sea, the looming clouds an ever-present threat of imminent deluge this time of year. If he's planning to sing the rain away he's in for a shit time.
That said: damn, man, the fuck is your plan?
"Nice song." You're on your way home from Vai's place (really gotta move her closer, and into a house with fewer people living there [what're they at, like, seven?]) when you see the lad, his voice rising through a lull in the rain. Truthfully he doesn't look that much younger than you, but then again you do look quite a bit older than you are (thanks, genetics). "Cheery."
Drawing to a stop beside him, you stare out into the sea, the looming clouds an ever-present threat of imminent deluge this time of year. If he's planning to sing the rain away he's in for a shit time.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
