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saintedsinner-=He's out in the morning light, head bowed, sitting on some boulder out back. He doesn't say anything, doesn't even look at the PCD.=-
-=He's weaving a wreath by hand. Of white flowers.=-
-=And when he does speak, there's a shaky sigh just before. He sounds defeated.=-
I'm tired of this place.
-=He's weaving a wreath by hand. Of white flowers.=-
-=And when he does speak, there's a shaky sigh just before. He sounds defeated.=-
I'm tired of this place.
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[Voice]
Date: 2011-05-05 11:17 am (UTC)You're not alone in that thought.
[Voice]
Date: 2011-05-05 11:25 am (UTC)Can't have anything here, it gets taken away. Or you're teased with it. Al didn't need this.
-=We're ignoring our own needs, thank you very much.=-
[Video]
Date: 2011-05-05 01:48 pm (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2011-05-05 01:52 pm (UTC)If you have time, I guess.
[Video]
Date: 2011-05-05 02:01 pm (UTC)[Video]
Date: 2011-05-05 02:05 pm (UTC)-=There's the mud/sludge pit in the distance that he's been working on.=-
[Offline]
Date: 2011-05-05 02:12 pm (UTC)Where are the rest of the flowers?
[Offline]
Date: 2011-05-05 02:15 pm (UTC)Over there.
-=He hops off the rock, kneels down on the ground and transmutes a flurry of flowers and types. Trisha's favorite.=-
[video]
Date: 2011-05-05 02:52 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-05-05 05:58 pm (UTC)It is a rather obnoxious hell hole, I'll give it that. [He frowns and leans forward a bit, trying to get a good look at the wreath in Ed's hands because...] Are those flowers... white?
[Offline]
Date: 2011-05-05 06:13 pm (UTC)-- Usagi told me that in her world, a group of her friends reached someone they missed dearly through singing. They heard it, loud and clear.
... I could sing for your mother, if you like.
[Voice]
Date: 2011-05-05 08:07 pm (UTC)[Because it's easier to focus on the whole instead of oneself. Riza understands that too well right now.]
[video]
Date: 2011-05-05 09:44 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-05-05 11:28 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-05-05 11:30 pm (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-05-05 11:31 pm (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-05-05 11:53 pm (UTC)-=He's working on the wreath. He doesn't respond for a while, so it doesn't seem as if he heard her.=-
If you want, you can.
[Voice]
Date: 2011-05-05 11:56 pm (UTC)[Voice]
Date: 2011-05-06 12:00 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-05-06 12:11 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-05-06 12:17 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2011-05-06 12:18 am (UTC)[She's making her own wreath of flowers, now.]
I don't really have a lot of extraordinarily talents, like all of you, but -- once I learn a song, I never forget it... and I only have to hear it once, to know how to play and sing it.
[video]
Date: 2011-05-06 12:20 am (UTC)[And he'll end the feed with that.]
[Offline]
Date: 2011-05-06 12:38 am (UTC)-=He's not looking up, but he sings. It's quiet and halting, but the tone is true. He even keeps the rhythm while his eyes watch the flowers he's weaving.=-
Please come close, for I long for you to hear
Hear the sound
That will rid you of your fears
In a land, where no water can be found
In a place, where there is no fertile ground
Longing for, yearning not to be forgotten
In an age, when the music is forgotten
In an age, when the music is forgotten
In the truth (in the truth)
Speaks of great and mighty things
Teaching us (teaching us)
What the peace of heaven brings
We must give (we must give)
We must give to all the others to those in need (those in need)
Who we fear to call our brothers
Reaching out (reaching out)
So that we are not forgotten
In a time (in a time)
When the music is forgotten
In a time (in a time)
When the music is forgotten
If we stand on a hill and do not touch
How can we do good?
If we wash our hands with all our friends
Where change can really come
If we hide our fears and don't draw near
Have we really lived?
Or are we all just standing here
Hoping there is grace?
In a dream (in a dream)
That I had not long ago
Visions of (visions of)
In a city made of gold
And a sound (and a sound)
That I never heard before
Such a sound (such a sound)
Saturating to the core
Such a sound (such a sound)
One that cannot be forgotten
[[ http://youtu.be/DnWX0sbYR-Q ]]
[Voice]
Date: 2011-05-06 12:52 am (UTC)