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//x●x── ─xCerys Quin-Lee
● Super Strength● Weapons Combat● Pretty Voice
● field ● passionate ● joce, gil, jon, via
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● Super Strength● Weapons Combat● Pretty Voice
● field ● passionate ● joce, gil, jon, via
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Jon's comment on her blush only enforced the red that had stained her cheeks, and she smiled at him, much like a child would when they were given praise- all half closed eyes and dimpled cheeks. At his comment on his singing, Cerys found herself chuckling, shaking her head in doubt. The delicate blonde was sure that a man like Jon would have no trouble catching a melody if he tried. Her eyes wandered over him for a second, flickering from his broadened shoulders to his hips, where his shirt crinkled up at his waist in the most charming manner. It was only when he requested a song that her gaze flicked upwards. Cerys found herself biting the inside of her cheek, hoping he hadn't noticed her unceremoniously checking him out- that would have been mortifying.
A small smile spread as she nodded at his request, taking a moment to think and gather herself, before sitting up. Her legs crossed and her spine stilled, ever the perfect posture of someone raised around performance. Still, her eyes didn't leave Jonathon's. When Cerys parted her lips, a soft lullaby drifted out, like dandelion seeds being plucked from the wind. The melody was reminiscent of a celtic lullaby, with rich, almost velvet soaked notes dancing their way into higher registers.
"The wind was a torrent of darkness, among the gusty trees." Her head swayed side to side as the melody drifted through her, "The moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight, and over the purple moore, the Highwayman came riding." Softer "Riding." Softer "Riding." Cerys's voice raised to a note that struck hearts, "The Highwayman came Riding..." Her voice lowered again, sadness and hope lacing the lyrics, "Up to the old inn door."
As her song continued, a story became clear, a story of wealth, greed, and loyalty. A fight to protect what one loved. A death.Her voice was haunting the lyrics of the song, weaving the story with as much emotion as Cerys could muster. It was one of her favorite songs, one she had grown up listening to her mother sing, one of the first that she and her sister had learnt.