Feliz día de muertos? xD

[enepece.livejournal.com]

Silence in darkness... The dinning hall is covered in the thick shadows of the night.

Slowly, warm fingers touch the ivory keys, giving them a longing (and loving, perhaps...) caress before pressing them.

Before pouring their heart in them, letting the music take away everything they got inside.

This is the ghost of the dinning hall.

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[enepece.livejournal.com]

[It's still too dark too see, but there is a shadow in front of the piano, it's ghostly hands moving flawlessly across the keys.]

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

[SQUINT SQUINT.


Yeah, he could turn into a bat and see clearly, but he's a bit of an idiot when he's distracted, it will take a moment xD]

[enepece.livejournal.com]

[The melody gains strenght, each stroke telling a thousand of silent words. Sadness and regret mixing with the strange forcefullness of the music.

The shadow seems humanoid.]

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

[WELL OF COURSE IT'S HUMANOID.

It's the ghost of a person, duh.


Now, what should he do? This ghost thing seems kinda troubled.]

[enepece.livejournal.com]

[The melody stops for some moments, the ghost's breathing can be heard if you listen hard enough. It plays some notes, like trying to find where are they.]

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

[AAAHHH AHHH what should he do WHERE IS OTENKO WHEN HE NEEDS HIM.]

[enepece.livejournal.com]

[HE'S HOME, DEALING WITH NERO *TROLLFAIS*----i mean.]


[Takes a deep breath, before playing the same song again. This time it sounds a bit different.]