I Want To Break Free

@soundless-jack

Jack Quint || 15 || Soundless Musician "It's time to begin, isn't it? I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was. Now don't you understand... That I'm never changing who I am."

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Shake It Out // Isa & Jack

the-swordmaiden

Isa grinned as he repeated the gestures in turn. She even laughed a little at the tune that he played for his excitement was soon affecting her. There were so many things she wanted to tell him, although unsure of which gesture to use, nor which word was appropriate for what gesture. Then of course there was a matter of how long one mere sentence would take to communicate, and the reassurance that they were both on the same page.

Isa shuffled on her spot on the roof rearranging herself as so she could sit directly in front of him. If there were going to talk at all they need to figure out what gesture was related to which word. The more Isa thought about it the more excited she became, it was as if she was inventing her very own language using her hands. “Alright, here goes nothing,” she muttered to herself. Then to Jack she said, “look,” she looked pointed to her eyes. “We,” she gestured to both of them. “Have. To," she held up two fingers. "Figure. Out," she tapped her temple. “This," she pointed to her hand and wiggled it some. "So. We," she gestured to both of them once more. “Can. Talk." She made talking gestures with her hands. "See?"

Truth be told, Isa herself wasn’t sure whether her gestures made half as much sense as she thought it did.

Jack clapped at her obvious enthusiasm for their situation but he wasn't about to get too worked up. They were on a roof and he honestly didn't want to fall to his end. Looking to her, he smiled and clapped once before holding out a hand to her side as she adjusted herself on the roof. Just like himself, he didn't want her to fall and meet with Frey. Though, as he held out his hand, he noticed how her hands started to move and gesture.

Oh! She was using her own gestures to communicate! Clapping again and nodding at each movement of her hands, he furrowed his brows in thought as he processed what she was trying to tell him. Thinking and talking...and the both of them? Thinking a bit longer as he started repeating her gestures, he processed it and it finally clicked. Snapping his right fingers, he nodded repeatedly as he put it all together. She wanted to make a gesturing type language for the both of them! Nodding rapidly a few times to show that he appreciated it, he gestured to her before tapping his own temple with a bright smile. What he was trying to convey was that he thought that she was smart.

#isa #this will be very interesting but that means they'll be able to communicate better :D #and it'll be special and at the same time he'll have made a whole new friend #one who doesn't poke fun at his disability xD

Accidental Collaboration // Gabriel & Jack

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Gabriel’s smile faded as he watched gesture the boy made, almost completely ignoring the bread for a moment until he’d figured it out. Waving away the food, he would take coin from others but bread, for a poor man like himself, was not a cheap or light thing, he tilted his head. “You can’t hear?” He questioned. That would make sense. Yes, he’d heard talk once or twice of a boy who didn’t have his ears in working order. His name was supposed to be Jace or Jack, or something of that nature.

"Do you understand what I’m saying?" Were the next words to cross his lips. He couldn’t read very well, after all, so if the boy couldn’t read his lips… Well, it would be the end of that particularly awkward encounter, Gabriel supposed.

Seeing the man's words crossing his lips, he shook his head to let him know that he couldn't hear. His eyes focused on the man's lips, though, watching his next question. Nodding to let him know that he understood him, he smiled and pulled his hand away from the man since he had dismissed the offer.

Looking to the cheese and pulling a piece off, he took a bite and smiled again to the man. Scooting over on the bench, he patted the spot next to him as if to offer it up to the man so he could sit and be a bit more comfortable. Jack usually kept his distance from others but the man seemed as if he wanted to talk to Jack a bit more. Taking another bite of bread, he pointed at the candle shoppe and then to himself to let the other know that he was one of the Quint brothers.

[Victor wasn’t following still, and the boy’s frantic pointing wasn’t really making it any easier. He looked over first to the baker, and then to the candle maker and just…

Oh! He was asking about his occupation! Well, that was… He wished he had enough shame left to blush. Clearing his throat a bit, he pointed down the road he’d come from.]

I work for Sir Grigor Stradden. [He hoped that the boy didn’t question him any further than that.]

As the revelation came upon the man, Jack laughed softly before nodding to him a few times to let him know that he understood that it was hard to get the question. Jack wished everyone could read then he could tell everyone what he was trying to say. Maybe, like that nice woman who helped him out of the mud had pitched to him, he should invest in a wax tablet and draw pictures to indicate what he wanted to say. People understood drawings and pictures unless they were blind.

As the man spoke, he furrowed his brows at what he was saying. He did see where he was pointing but he didn't understand the words. Sir Grinder Straddle? Strange name again but that was the least of his worries. Jack smiled and figured he was just another merchant who worked under someone. Nodding to the man to show he understood, he chuckled and looked around. Maybe he should invite the man inside for tea? His brother usually had some tea somewhere. Looking to the man, he gestured for him to follow before making a cup with his hand as if to invite him inside for a drink.

#victor #it wasn't every day that jack makes a friend #and he knows who sir grigor stradden is but he just doesn't read names well xD

Accidental Collaboration // Gabriel & Jack

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Gabriel had been just about to begin when he’d heard the sweet melody of a flute cutting through the gentle noise of the Marketsquare. His crowd, small as they were, could hear it too, he deduced, seeing a few turn their heads to search for the sound. It was a beautiful one at that too, he couldn’t deny that. Certainly not fitting for the rather dark poem he’d planned on ending his show with. Acting on his long-practiced instincts, he quickly thought another piece, one poem that had made him picture a summer evening, the breeze soft, the bird singing their goodnight songs. Yes, that was the one.

Every word of the poem seemed to fit the flute’s melody, maybe not perfectly, but closely enough that had he been an emotional man, it might’ve moved him somehow. It moved his audience. Some of them. He could see their smiles as they dispersed, tossing coins in the small tin cup he kept out for that reason. Collecting and pocketing his fee, Gabriel looked around, seeking the musician with his eyes. He could not really compensate them, but he could thank them.

Gabriel’s eyes landed on a boy with a flute, so lost in his music it was as if he could not hear the townsfolk. He seemed young, Gabriel reflect, as young as he’d been when he’d started his trade. After… After that tragedy that he did not willingly think of.

His feet took over and drove him right up to the boy, placing him right in front of him. An awkward smile on his face, after all it was rare that he approached anyone, he said, “If it was you playing that flute just moments ago, I’d like to think you. Your music certainly gave me a hand in my trade.”

The piece was now finished and he had put his flute away. Looking to his bread and cheese, Jack saw a shadow come near him and stop right by him. Who was this. Why did this person come up to him. Slowly looking up with his bread and cheese in hand, he smiled nervously before looking into the man's eyes. He seemed nice enough, no threat from what he could tell. The thing was, who had this man been and why?

As he noticed the man taking, Jack pointed to his ear with his free hand before shaking his head. He did this a few times, hoping the person would realize that Jack couldn't hear him. He had seen the man talking but he missed most of what he said since he had been looking away. Taking a bite of cheese, he held out the bread to the man as if to offer something to eat out of courtesy. Jack was polite, not to the ones his own age but to those who were obviously older than him. They were more kind to him than most of the others his age and younger had been to him.

[He smiled and it broke Victor’s heart. Why, he had never heard the sweet songs that he bestowed upon others. Not even once. Victor hated to look upon the lad with pity, for he seemed quite jovial, but he couldn’t ignore the little twist that his heart gave at that response.

He turned to the nearby shops with curiosity. While he’d been able to decipher most of what he’d been asked thusfar, this time he was stumped.]

I… I am sorry, I do not understand. [He said this as he shook his head.]

As the man seemed to be stumped, Jack sighed and gave another questioning look before he pointed to a baker and then to the man once more. With this, he was asking if he was a baker. He pointed to his brother's shop, making sure the man saw that his brother was hard at work making candles before pointing back to the man as if to ask if he made candles. These repeated questions, hopefully, would spark the question that Jack was trying to ask before.

#poor victor #he's going to be so confused #victor

Accidental Collaboration // Gabriel & Jack

It was break time for Jack at the candle shop, meaning he had free time to go outside, play some music, and quite possibly eat some bread and cheese. Holding the food in his hand and pulling his coat a bit tighter around him, he moved to sit on a bench in the market place to enjoy his moment of freedom. He didn't get this often which made it all the more precious. Being the delivery boy today was harsh and he needed to unwind.

As he looked to his bread, he thought of playing a song first to set everyone else in a good mood around him. It was only fair since, well, he was in a good mood as well. Taking out his flute, he placed it to his lips and began to play a joyful and playful tune that echoed over the entire Marketplace. As he played, he swayed from side to side with a bright smile on his face while his eyes closed gently. Like always, Jack lost himself into his playing and didn't notice his surroundings what-so-ever.

#wnstarter #wngabriel #accidental collaboration #gabriel

Icarus // Cynwrig & Jack

thedarkwitch-cynwrig

Cynwrig waited patiently for the boy to spell out each letter, nodding when he saw the name “Jack” spelled out before him. He turned his attention to the boy’s gesturing and waved his hand absently. Cynwrig often took it for granted that he could read. He’d been able to for so long it seemed silly that such a thing should be questioned. “I see your name, Jack. You need not worry about communicating with me in such a way.”

His eyes flicked upward at the sign. So then, Jack Quint, of the Quint candlemakers. He had never made himself particularly aware of the family as they never seemed important to him. But he did remember brewing a spell for a woman with the same last name some years ago. What it had been for, exactly, he couldn’t recall at the moment. It was probably nothing important.

"Well then, Jack Quint, you now have my attention. Tell me as plainly as you can what you seek from me."

When the man dismissed his question, he smiled and clapped once in excitement to show that he was glad to hear that the man could read. Rearranging the sticks into a small pile in order to use them again, he looked back to the Dark Witch and read his lips once more. Furrowing his brows as he processed the man's words, he nodded once to show he understood him before he went to the pile of sticks.

Spelling out the word "want" first, he pointed to it before holding up a hand for the man to wait so he could spell out "hear" with the same sticks. Pointing to his ears, he tried to convey that he sought out the man so he could get a spell to hear. He had no idea in which to offer the man. Maybe servitude but that would be hard as well since he did have his brother that looked after him. Jack couldn't give up his gift of song either since that's the exact reason he wanted to hear in the first place.

A dilemma, that's what was in Jack's hands right now. Spelling out the word "want" once more, he gave the man a questioning look before pointing to him, to "want" and then to himself. The question conveyed from the boy had been "what did you want from me". It was a simple question and hopefully him and the man could come up with a deal of some sort.

#cynwrig #para #icarus

[Victor couldn’t help but to smile when the boy pat his shoulder. As if he needed comfort for a bum ankle. Really, Victor was quite used to it by now. It was only in moments like these, where it required some degree of physicality, that he was reminded of his handicap. The sentiment of the boy’s gesture, despite it being unnecessary, was very kind.

He followed the boy’s finger when he pointed, watching the person nearby wielding their magic and it dawned on him… Ah, he had the magic of song. But then…how come he could not…?

His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked to the lad once more.]

Has it always been as such? Have you been deaf since you were small or… [He didn’t know how to express his question without words, and so he thought it best to simply let the query die. It wasn’t as if it was his business anyway.]

Reading the man's lips, he furrowed his brows in concentration while trying to decipher what he was trying to ask. Have, been, and deaf being the key words from the other. Putting that together, he nodded with a small smile. Yes, he had always been deaf ever since he was born. Only the loudest of sounds could be heard by him but even then it was just barely a whisper. Nipping his bottom lip, he looked to his flute and gestured to it before hugging it as if to symbolize how much he wanted to hear his own music.

Shaking his head, he sighed heavily and looked back to the man with a smile. He didn't want this other man to be upset, not at all, so Jack refrained from playing any music at the moment but decided to pat the man on the shoulder once more to let him know that Jack was okay and that being deaf wasn't the end of the world.

Gesturing to the man, he started to point to shoppes with a questioning look in hopes to express his curiosity as to what the man did for a living. This man was obviously not nobility, let alone royalty, so he had to be of lower class. The question was, what was it that he did?

Icarus // Cynwrig & Jack

thedarkwitch-cynwrig

A smile spread across Cynwrig’s face when the boy nodded, a deep chuckle rising up from his chest. He may not have known him at first sight, but it seemed he understood now. It seemed at least one person cared for the boy’s safety. But Cynwrig had no intentions of hurting the boy, not unless he gave him reason to. And given his affliction, Cynwrig very much doubted that was going to happen.

When the boy released his hand, Cynwrig once more tucked his hands into the sleeves of his cloak. And that’s when the boy headed over to a snow drift and confusion settled into Cynwrig’s expression. Just what was he up to? A few strides towards the little mounds of snow he’d created and Cynwrig was starting to understand, if only somewhat.

The boy had been seeking his help. The reasoning for this desired meeting was rather obvious, of course. He wanted to hear, and for that, Cynwrig could not blame him. It was not fair that he should be denied the fruits of his own gift. But Cynwrig was not in the business of helping others, not unless they helped him first. It would not stop him from hearing the boy’s plea, though.

Cynwrig nodded in understanding before he asked, “What is it that they call you, child? If they call you anything.”

Looking to the man's lips as he spoke, he took in what he was saying. Was he asking for Jack's name? Figuring that was the answer, Jack looked to the snow and started making the area flat. Looking around for some twigs, he started to break them up into small pieces to spell his name. Pressing each piece into the snow, it soon spelled out "JACK". He hoped the man could read since he figured that the Dark Witch was able to read spells and labels on jars.

Pointing at the man with a questioning expression, he held out his hands and scanned his fingers over it in horizontal lines before pointing at him. What he was trying to convey was the question of whether the man could read or not. It wasn't a rude question but he had to make sure otherwise he would have to find another way to express his name.

Looking back into the man's eyes, he pointed to his brother's candle shoppe in hopes the Dark Witch would see that his last name was "Quint". He knew his brother would be furious if he knew Jack was having a conversation with the Dark Witch from the Wastes. Not that Jack cared, really. This man before him could help him hear his music finally.

#cynwrig #para #icarus

[A look of surprise settled onto Victor’s face when the boy pulled forth a flute. How could he play anything if he had never heard the notes? But Victor’s question was answered as the jolly little tune flooded his ears. Why, he’d never heard anything so sweet. He couldn’t help but to smile at the sound of it and marvel at the boy’s talents.]

By the Gods, how are you… [But the boy gestured for him to follow suit in his dance steps, and Victor, hesitant as he was, was compelled to do so by his song. It was…not easy to do, given his old injury, but he managed a little jig of a step that kicked up the snow beneath his feet. He laughed sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders at the boy as his movements slowed.]

An old injury. [He knelt down to pat at his ankle — the affliction that kept him from dancing usually.] Makes dancing difficult.

Finishing his little tune, Jack clapped and chuckled to him. He did catch the man's question but he didn't know how to answer it. Watching as the man patted his ankle, he looked to his lips and read "injury". Oh, so he had injured himself and couldn't dance well. Jack smiled to him, patting the man lightly on the shoulder to show he understood. It was hard to have an injury or even disability that prevented one from having a good time. Jack, without any surprise, understood that all too well.

Pointing to his flute and playing a sweet tune once more, Jack pointed to someone manipulating the snow to turn it to water before pointing to his flute again as if to indicate that it was his magic. He could make anyone feel joyful, sorrowful, rage-filled, or even dumbfound everyone with how beautiful his music was. Pointing to his throat to indicate his voice, he shook his head to say he couldn't use it but then he pointed to his flute and nodded to say that he could play it perfectly.

#victor #isn't he just a sweetie pie?#he's supposed to be one of the sweetest in Nore :3

[It…wasn’t exactly easy to understand what the boy was trying to say to him. His hands were waving kind of haphazardly and Victor was not used to speaking without words. But he tried to decipher just what the lad was getting at. Perhaps that someone had taught him these dances? Yes, that sounded right. With the Day of the Brothers just past, there had been much dancing to be had. He smiled a little at the thought of him being taught by someone, maybe led by hand, as he learned to dance to music he could not hear. It was an entirely unsubstantiated story, but one Victor very much wanted to believe.

He nodded his head a little in understanding — though he only understood about half of what the boy was trying to say. When he gestured to Victor’s own legs, though, he gave a bit of a sheepish smile and shook his head.]

I am no dancer. Well, not anymore, at least.

Smiling since the other seemed to understand, Jack smiled brightly before chuckling a bit. Jack was terrible at dancing, he knew it all too well, but the woman had been so kind and even this man had been so as well. Maybe he should be more sociable with adults since they seemed to be the least inclined to put down the soundless musician.

Reading his lips, Jack smiled and chuckled a bit before he looked to the man's feet. Not a dancer, that's what he got from the man's lips. It was alright, though, since even Jack was terrible at it. No surprise there, though. He was terrible at a lot of things besides playing his flute. Pointing to his own feet, he did one move and then another as slowly as possible. Gesturing to the man to give it a shot, he pulled out his flute and played a happy tune to give the man something to dance to.

[It took Victor a few moments to understand why the lad was pointing to his ears, but when he did… Victor’s smile faltered a bit. Yes, he imagined it was rather difficult to be aware of passersby when you could not hear.] Ah, I… My apologies.

[He bit at his lip nervously, feeling rather poorly for having said anything, even if the boy had not heard him. And damn it all, he hadn’t probably heard his apology either. He put his hand to his chest then, bowing his head a little to better express himself.

When he rose to his full height again, he struggled for anything to say or do in response. Oh goodness, perhaps he should just take his leave. But his hands had other ideas as he gestured towards the lad’s legs.]

You, um… You are learning to dance?

Jack watched his lips and he smiled happily with a nod. The man seemed to be overly apologetic but that was alright. Seeing the bow, Jack placed a hand on his shoulder with a nod to let him know it was okay. He wasn't offended and it was hard for adults to offend him. Kids his age, though, seemed to make it seem easier. Biting down on his bottom lip, he watched the man's hand go to his legs and he smiled with a nod. How was he going to portray why he was learning to dance? He had no idea, well, maybe a bit of an idea but he hoped that it would work.

Using his hands to make the curvatures of a woman, he raised up his hand above himself to represent a tall, adult woman. After that, he pointed to his own feet and then made the woman gesture once more. This, hopefully, would portray that a woman had taught him the moves. Pointing to his feet and then to himself with a shake of his head, he hoped this would represent and convey that he was terrible at it. Laughing softly, he gave a questioning gaze while gesturing to the man and the man's feet as if to ask if he could dance at all.

#victor #imagine he doesn't look as sad xD

Shake It Out // Isa & Jack

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She had to look at the name a good long while, cocking her head at different angles to determine the letters written in the snow. It took even longer still for her to sound and make sense of what seemed like a perfectly simple name.

Four letters, was all it took. What couple possibly be so complicated about four letters? “Ja-kuh? Jar…ack— Jack!” Who said Isa Christine couldn’t read? She turned and grinned at the boy. Jack…the flute. “I know you!” She said, having finally recognised not only the name, the instrument, but also the face. “You’re the candlemaker’s deaf brother!” Realising that the candlemaker’s deaf brother was in fact deaf, she gave another “oh…” and withdrew with a sheepish smile.

Isa took his hand, “IT. IS. NICE. TO. MEET. YOU.” She said, a little too loudly and her mouth a little too wide. As if doing so would help him understand. Deciding that it would not do, she went for the alternative and spoke with her hands. “Nice,” she tried to draw a smile over her lips with her fingers, “to meet,” Isa’s palms met each other, “you,” she then pointed to the other boy.

Talking to a deaf person was hard.

It did seem to take her a bit but that was okay. Not everyone could read but she had tried which was perfectly fine in Jack's book. She didn't seem rude or try to make fun of him so he wasn't about to walk away from her. Though, as her eyes seemed to meet his flute and then his eyes, he watched her yell and he smiled with a chuckle. He had read her lips already, seeing as how her excitement seemed to make him eager to know what she said. Nodding his head yes to let her know that he was in fact the candlemaker's brother, he chuckled softly again.

But, wait...why was she sounding out words and yelling at him. Oh, right. No one really had been familiar with Jack's level of this disability. She seemed to catch on well, though, as she started to gesture to him. No one really did that and that made him really happy! Seeing her draw a smile on her face, he figured she meant "happy" but then the rest of the words came into play as she kept gesturing. Palms touching...meet? That had to be right. And then she pointed to him as well. Oh! Nice to meet you! A little greeting! He liked that she was doing this and would have given her a hug for the effort alone if he knew her well. But, that wasn't the case and he copied her gestures by following up with two fingers up to symbolize the word "too". All in all, he gestured with "nice to meet you, too". The smile on his face got brighter before he took his flute to play a happy and excited tune to let her know that he was glad that she took a moment to gesture with him.

#isa #hahahahahaha!#this is amazing #now jack is one happy camper

#empire of the sun #calvin harris #dna #jack quint #music

[Victor only narrowly dodged the boy who was all but dancing in the street. He gave a small laugh, turning to look at him in confusion.] You must watch where you are going more carefully!

Turning when a man had brushed by him, he smiled and focused on his lips when he spoke. Watch and carefully? Oh, he was trying to tell him to be more careful. Smiling in understanding to the man, Jack pointed to his ear and shook his head to let the man know that he couldn't hear so it was hard for him to really, well, be careful about a lot of things.

Shake It Out // Isa & Jack

the-swordmaiden

For a moment Isa thought that the boy was pointing to his head, shortly before he started to shake his head. What was that supposed to mean? “Are you ill?” She asked. It was only after serious contemplation did she realise where it was that he was pointing exactly. Yet it still took her a moment longer to finally register what message he was trying to convey. “Oh…” came her reply. Perhaps the snow to the back of the head was a little rash on her part, but in her defence, patience was never a virtue she possessed.

He smiled and so she smiled in turn. Isa swung her legs onto the roof and clambered on to sit beside him. She pointed to her chest and into the snow she spelt her name (oblivious to the fact that one of the letters she spelt was written backwards), then pointed to her chest again.

Isa could read, although not nearly half as well as she liked to think she does. Her writing even more horrendous.

As he watched her clamber over to him and sit next to him, he smiled brightly before watching her gesture. As she wrote her name in the snow, he saw that it said "Iza" which was a rather unusual name but that was quite alright. Charming also had a rather unusual name so it worked well in Jack's favor. Holding up a finger before pointing to himself, he wrote his name in the snow like she had. It wasn't the best handwriting but it was better than some his age.

With his hand extended in greeting to her, he nodded to let her know that it was nice to meet her. Gesturing to the back of his head where the snow hit, he laughed to let her know that he thought it was funny. Pulling out his flute once they would shake hands, he held it up and started to play a short but happy tune to let her know that there were no hard feelings.

#isa #what's funny about jack calling people by wrong names is that no one will ever know xD #but he likes the quirkiness of such names since he thinks it's fun #and it is hard to write those two letters wrong #especially 'i' xD

Jack had been trying to practice the dance moves that the woman had showed him during the Day of the Brothers. Still trying to figure them out, he concentrated hard while standing in front of his brother's shoppe since Jack didn't have any deliveries at the moment.

#jack quint #wnstarter #it's wide open

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