#cantilenas

[lesser-known-composers]

Carlos Guastavino (1912-2000) - 10 Cantilenas argentinas: No. 1. Santa Fe para llorar ·

Luiz de Moura Castro, piano

[drakanthine]

          Observing those on the ice in Wisteria Square was delightful, from the couples who circled the rink casually to the younger ones who struggled to find their footing. The colorful winter lights added an additional layer of charm to the spectacle, and Camilla found herself thoroughly enjoying her environment as she herself skated slowly but gracefully around the perimeter of the ice, hands tucked comfortably into the pockets of her fluffy coat. One person in particular caught her eye — a woman who skated effortlessly across the ice, as if such an activity was commonplace in her own realm and she had carried her skill with her to Wisteria Square.

          “It’s certainly been quite some time since I’ve seen someone move so elegantly. You must have done this before, no?”

@cantilenas​ ♡ (sc)

[buffpunchbun]

cantilenas liked your post:Woah I’ve been pretty absent for a while. But I...

Now this was all a pretty strange thing, now that he thought about it. He’s had a room mate for a good while now, but he’d never actually met them. Well. It’s really his fault. He tends to find himself sleeping outside during the night. That’s something you get used to when you tucker yourself out from running through the desert all day. 

Well today was going to be different! He was going to stay in this new apartment of his until he came across them! It’d be really weird if he kept going this long without knowing who he was actually living with. He took a seat in the living room of the apartment, simply waiting for whoever he was living with to appear. 

Oh. Wait, he’s kind of thirsty. He stepped up to get some water before returning to his seat. NOW he’s waiting to meet who was his room mate! .. sip. 

[bernie-inherroom-blog]

@cantilenas

Of all the familiar faces in Koi, Dorothea’s was probably the one Bernadetta was happiest to see. In such a far-flung place with no signs of her father, she was free to befriend as many commoners as she wanted! Well, if she felt like leaving her room to do so...and if they were friendly and not at all terrifying to interact with.

Well, Dorothea was definitely friendly, so Bernadetta waved to her, raising her voice just enough for the songstress to hear. “Dorothea! Um...it’s good to see you!”

[auricesque]

*          He hadn’t expected   her company, had thought Dorothea to be the least likely to want to brave the depths of the ocean like this. But here they were, shoulder to shoulder in a “submarine”, which felt more like a metal prison than a method of transport. The sea was beautiful, vibrant cerulean dotted by schools of marine life he’d never seen before. They were lucky for the minuscule port windows that let them view the outside world, otherwise this trip would be painfully dull.

Claude was here to investigate the whispers he’d heard of a submerged crypt, a thing of great beauty and great secrecy. He had to follow any lead he could get if it meant escaping this place. His eyes drifted to the brunette next to him. Was she the same, or did she have her own motives?

He had to find out.

     “Okay, before I start, don’t take this the wrong way, but I have to ask... Why are you looking into Eventide Crypt? I couldn’t ask for better company, but I’ve just got to know.”      ✧ @cantilenas​ (sc.)

[catnapscholar]

attention ++, date, dream

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

Silence wasn’t exactly something the two shared together often—mostly because they were wrapped in conversation or in a public space that didn’t allow for the option. Generally it was both. Today it was both. The two were seated at a cafe table, hands wrapped around their respected cups as they spoke of just about anything. Dorothea was talented after all at keeping the conversation lively.

Linhardt’s own attention was a fickle thing, however. And it was found to be waning a bit though they tried to still remain focused on the conversation at hand. But their eyes started to roam, which then led them to be locked on something behind Dorothea, just out of her own view.

Staring for a moment, they slowly reached out to touch her hand to grab her attention before pointing over her shoulder. Following the path of their finger would lead to a little bit in the distance where a fight had broken out, and an all too familiar face trying to break it up. Claude was in the middle of two strangers, seemingly trying to sweet talk them out of trying to bash each other’s faces in, and it was having varying degrees of success.

Looking back at Dorothea once she had turned away as well, they simply gave a shrug before lifting their cup. “His choice to do such a thing—if he gets injured well… I might go help but it’s much more fun to see how he rectifies that situation on his own.”

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date 

The two of them had spent plenty of time together since finding each other within this city. It was the comfort of knowing someone from back home, whose reality aligned with one’s own when there seemed to be so much disparity. It was unfortunately not a comfort that could be shared with everyone, but made it a bit more special for those it was.

So, it reasoned with Linhardt that asking Dorothea on a date wasn’t a terrible decision. There was nothing to lose, and it needn’t be romantic in nature if she didn’t want such a thing.

Remaining quiet for a bit longer as they sat across from her as she spoke, they drummed their fingers for a moment before speaking up. “Dorothea, may I ask you something.”

When her attention was given, they gave a smile, and ensured to look her in the eye.

“Would you like to go on a date?”

The beat of silence that followed wasn’t unexpected, and they took it to keep speaking before she could formulate a response. “It’s fine if you decline, and it doesn’t need to be a romantic venture if you don’t want it to be—or it could be a one time thing. I thought I’d pose the idea since we’d already been spending plenty of time together. A date really doesn’t sound like such a bad idea, don’t you think?”

[ dream ] for my muse to share a dream with yours 

“I had a dream recently, that we were back home.”

Their eyes were fixed away from Dorothea, staring outside at the rain drops that had started to collect on the window. Chin in hand, they leaned against it with eyelids drooped, looking as though they would fall asleep at any moment, interrupting this train of thought to instead provide another story to tell the other.

“Have you had any like that while here,” they looked over at her for a brief moment, but did not wait for a response before continuing and eyes trailed back away. “They’ve become a bit more frequent as of late. Some are just of old faces that we haven’t seen in quite some time… Some that we won’t see again.”

Giving a sigh, they let their eyes close, brow furrowing a bit. “But this one was… We were on the battlefield. But we were opposing one another. I wish I could say we were reluctant to be fighting one another, but it didn’t seem that way. I woke up before I could learn whose will outlasted the other’s.”

Opening their eyes back up, they turned to look at Dorothea fully, exhaustion plain on their face, but they still managed to pull a smile. “It’s nice to know that wasn’t a reality we had to live, no?”

[catnapscholar]

💏

On insistence of Dorothea, the two had been spending more time together. It wasn’t something they were against either, really, being able to spend time with everyone in this city had been truly lucky. And this time, they had managed to drag the woman with them over to the library, having her help them find books that might shed some light on what this city truly was—or more pressing, where it was.

Still, it had been a few hours, and the two of them hadn’t really found anything. Well they had actually found quite a plethora of interesting things, but nothing of what they were initially looking for. Standing by one of the bookcases, they flipped through a book on botany, glancing over to see Dorothea looking rather bored. Unsurprising as she had probably been hoping for something… more entertaining.

Watching her for a moment, they eventually, waved a hand to get her attention and call her over.

“Dorothea—come look at this with me, it’s actually rather interesting,” they spoke quietly so as to not disturb the other patrons, but enough so that she could hear.

When she made her way over, they lifted the book so the two of them could read the information, as well as shield their faces from anyone else around. Before Dorothea could even comment that the page was simple a giant illustration of a sunflower and a diagram of it’s parts, they had leaned over to give her a kiss.

Holding it for a moment, they pulled back, giving a smile before closing the book and shelving it.

“Thank you for coming with me—I know this must be a bore to you, so take that as payment for allowing me to drag you along. I don’t think we’ll find anything else here today… so our next stop is your choice.”

fifty ways to kiss someone.8. in secret

[expieer]

💏!

these numbers will be the death of me

He wasn’t totally familiar with this tradition, actually.

Occasionally people would pass through a doorway and feel compelled to kiss. Sometimes two would pass and, as Dimitri would notice, it would be very awkward.

He didn’t notice until Dorothea pointed it out, actually; they’d been passing in opposite directions until she stopped. 

“But why?” He asked her. But why not? was the answer he was given.

With no desire to be impolite, he figured he’d at least be a gentleman about it, giving a small bow to take her hand…and straightening up, he quickly pressed his lips to hers.

“Your perfume smells nice, by the way…?” Was that too much?