Hester
I've told you time and time again
Well now there's a point she can't argue with, no matter how the urge rises in Hester. "I feel good about playing other peoples songs." She offers honestly, heat spreading over her face as she spoke honestly. "I want to be able to make people forget about their troubles for a while. And to... feel a part of something bigger." She wanted others to feel the same way she did when she played, to share that joy and awe, and maybe that was still the part she was struggling with. Putting enough of herself into the notes.
The offer has the half formed thoughts flying out of her mind though, the bright smile returning, as if it had never left. "You know I'm going to take you up on that." Hester threatens jokingly, shaking her bow in Chuy's direction like her music was a real danger.
Bow and fiddle both are placed across Hester's lap as she leans in to soak up the answers to her questions, jealousy flaring up in her at the fact that he'd managed something she never had, in only a few short months here. She passes by it though, in favour of being excited by the next words. "A date?" Both hands rise up to Hester's cheeks, excitement for him seeping out of every bit of her. "What are you going to do? Other than," she gestures wildly, "be in Torchline." Chuy's whole face has bloomed into a frankly contagious joy, though Hester can't help the way her head cocks at just how busy this relationship seems to have made him. And really, "When did you have time to get into a relationship?" Maybe it's a little close, a little demanding to ask a mostly stranger, but she's genuinely interested, genuinely excited for him.
As the questions are turned back on her, she shrinks a little looking away from Chuy's face and shrugging. "I don't quite know about... playing in other places, yet. I... want to travel around though, and learn different songs, and different skills, from other people. I taught myself how to play, mostly, and I'm sure there's... other ways to play."
The offer has the half formed thoughts flying out of her mind though, the bright smile returning, as if it had never left. "You know I'm going to take you up on that." Hester threatens jokingly, shaking her bow in Chuy's direction like her music was a real danger.
Bow and fiddle both are placed across Hester's lap as she leans in to soak up the answers to her questions, jealousy flaring up in her at the fact that he'd managed something she never had, in only a few short months here. She passes by it though, in favour of being excited by the next words. "A date?" Both hands rise up to Hester's cheeks, excitement for him seeping out of every bit of her. "What are you going to do? Other than," she gestures wildly, "be in Torchline." Chuy's whole face has bloomed into a frankly contagious joy, though Hester can't help the way her head cocks at just how busy this relationship seems to have made him. And really, "When did you have time to get into a relationship?" Maybe it's a little close, a little demanding to ask a mostly stranger, but she's genuinely interested, genuinely excited for him.
As the questions are turned back on her, she shrinks a little looking away from Chuy's face and shrugging. "I don't quite know about... playing in other places, yet. I... want to travel around though, and learn different songs, and different skills, from other people. I taught myself how to play, mostly, and I'm sure there's... other ways to play."
You sing the words, but don't know what it means
