But I can’t ‘elp fallin’ in love with you Can I stay? Would it be a sin If I can’t ‘elp fallin’ in love with you?
Gentle, plucking notes from a battered old guitar echoed endlessly against the walls of a cave deep within the Gelmorran ruins. After practicing for nearly a cycle and a half, Conor still wasn’t exactly confident in his musical ability. Still, like every other skill he decided to take on, he’d immersed himself in it every chance he got. Few people had witnessed this talent- or lack thereof, potentially- and he intended to keep it that way. Old habits die hard, and Conor was still terrible at sharing his private life with even those close to him. To Conor, private means private.
Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darlin’, so it goes Some fings are meant t’be
Silly words for silly feelings. Some of it was true to life: A fear of staying, the inability to deny a connection. The rest of it was filled in with nonsensical sentiments echoed from others with feelings he didn’t quite understand. If Conor had any one talent, it was mimicry.
This cave had proven to be the perfect place to practice. It was a relatively short jaunt from his cave of occasional residence, the acoustics were great, and no one could stare at him or sneak up on him. Perfect. Free to be as sappy or enthusiastic or loud or untalented as he felt, it seemed much safer than a stage or in front of anyone he liked. Anyone he liked… like Raih'ir.
Calloused fingers scratched against the strings as he muted the notes that continued to reverberate against the walls of the cave. He frowned. Raih'ir had caught him. With a heavy sigh, he laid back atop the rock he sat on, staring at the glow worms above. At least Raih didn’t… seem to hate it?
After a long, contemplative silence, he continued playing from his supine position.
Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darlin’, so it goes Some fings are meant t’be…
Perhaps… he might show someone else. Someday. Maybe.
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