closed starter for @monarchialmoon
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It wasn't exactly uncommon to see the gecko aimlessly wandering the lands of these timelines he called, or better yet to be said--safe for him to explore like this, but Silvanus, warmed by the soft sunset rays fading out into the moonlight of Alola, Guitar case on his back, which cased two other instruments for him to use at any time he so pleased.
To be fair with himself, despite the support system he's collected over the past couple of months, there was still nothing better than going where his mind sets himself off to go in...
And to sit there, and play music in the solace of your own music and the ambience of the world around you.
Silvanus thought that he would be fine like this. Clear his mind, play a tune or two, and.. relax, clear one's own mind of the guilt and the shame that his life has never been the same no matter what atrocity he saves a world from, or what demons lay behind his own facade of heart.
This deep, philosophical chain of thought would continue on as he climbed up a flight of stone stairs, engulfed in grass, weeds and other forms of foliage, staring at what seemed to be some form of abandoned shrine. What he wouldn't give up to go back to the past to when this was still present at its peak glory, but.. it felt too dishonorable to do such a thing.
It just felt odd doing it.
Silvanus sat himself down in the center, in a soft grassy spot, he realized what this place was long before he'd made it up the stairs, but, really just wanted to vent out his own frustrations and let this memory become another memento of memories. Whether that's a good thing or not, he'll never know. No amount of time, no amount of traveling through the Hall--helping the pantheon.. even becoming Champion hadn't helped him.
Taking the guitar case off of his back and sitting it carefully alongside the ground, Silvanus sat there in deep thought, before pulling out his flute instead, staring at the moonlight and the stars, closing his eyes as he'd begin to play a gentle tune, a tune he'd hope would sound through the heavens, to ease anyone's minds he could reach, if not for himself.
Tapping the ground with this foot-claw digits to keep the metronome inside of his head going, he'd never even realized through his own urge to vent out through music, that the gecko wasn't truly alone in this. Whether it be from Nabu, who was always keen to listen to whatever the gecko had to sing or play, or it was Eir, who often sat there in silence to let him play in peace.
But it wasn't anyone he'd met before.
and.. it felt alright if that was the case.
