closed | jam session.

[cozen]

WHO: Ellie, Tony, Byerly, Bastien
WHAT: A recording session
WHEN: Vaguely now
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: As planned and promised.

Comments

[notathreat]

It's a performance that would've gone over well in the places Ellie's used to. There's a sincerity and a silliness, a pervading sense of love and joy, and it's the kind of thing that Ellie soaks up like dry ground in a sudden rain. The dust covering her in a fine layer sluices off, leaving her eyes shining.

She shares looks with the others, finds Tony's eyes and grins back at him.

How long has it been, since they've been among friends like this, just goofing off, doing something they love?

She looks more relaxed than any of them have ever seen her. Looks her age.

[propulsion]

"I don't know this one," is at Ellie, rather than loudly enough for the twosome down in the orchestra pitch to catch. Tony has not, at any point, brushed up on Thedosian folktale lore, but he doesn't really need to—the comedic flourishes of song and interjection translate easy.

He lifts a hand, curves it around his mouth, mock shouting as if across more distance than there is; "Quit your dayjobs."

[bouchonne]

Byerly laughs. "Don't tempt me!" he carols back as he hits the chorus - which does not need to be repeated again, given that he's hit the damn thing about five times by now.

And then he shifts his gaze to Bastien. And it is a gaze - loving, warm, utterly charmed by that blush on his cheeks. And he calls out to Tony and Ellie -

"The two of you were there, too, right?"

- And then the next verse is going into the exploits of Ser Ellie the Bold, whose stunning cheekbones made that treacherous Servana swoon and come back for the Fox - and Lord Stark, whose clever inventions (unspecified) were the key to all escaping alive.