Jude
In my head I am hunting for myself
but I come up empty again
Her gaping makes him flush in the dark, hoping it's a positive thing but relatively unsure. His father has a beautiful voice, but neither Quinn has ever performed for others. Harper had even admitted he'd never sung for Phoebe or Maeve, and Jude had unwittingly followed in his footsteps. With how he feels about his dad currently - and about Sohalia - there's a strange, vicious pride that sits in his chest over breaking that curse, and doing it for someone he isn't in love with.but I come up empty again
It's all the more fulfilling when she compliments it, though he's unsure if she means the lyrics or his voice and is too shy to ask for clarification, afraid to seem like he's fishing for compliments. "Thank you," he murmurs, smiling shy and boyish into the arms he has looped around his knees. "My dad taught me to sing and play guitar. But he doesn't sing in public, so I've never even considered it myself." Which makes a band seem quite daunting to Jude. But it had felt amazing to show off for once, to be good at something, praised for it even. Jude is good at a handful of things but none of them have ever felt worth showing off, or like they have any weight in Caido. The simple reaction he has gotten from Noe feels monumental, and his hands grip his jacket sleeves, trying to breathe through the revelation.
"D'ya think anyone would enjoy that? If I like...sang at bars and stuff?" It's a whispered question, fragile. There are always live singers on the street and in establishments both rundown and black-tie, but Jude has never imagined he could be the one doing it. "Everyone seems to care about weapons and wars and defending themselves and others...songs just seem a little silly is all." Which is why he'd never entertained them before, never let anyone else in on this private love of his.
the night is a cavern
I am underneath it, inside it, anything but free of it
I am underneath it, inside it, anything but free of it
