Sun rises, night falls, sometimes the sky calls...

[demonicbeauty]

Who: Ariadne and various (hit me up if you want a starter!)
What: Ariadne keeping busy and being bad at processing her feelings
When: Throughout January
Where: Various, but mostly Serenity Garden

Content Warnings: Backstory trauma likely to come up, discussion of Jedi/Sith violence, will update as needed.

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[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne steps back, nodding her head a little bit to the music.

Does she understand it? No, not really.

But what she does appreciate--fully and completely--is Dean's musicianship. He's really quite talented. Especially considering...well. Everything.

When he finishes, she joins everyone in giving him a warm round of applause.]

[venatoris]

[ It's a hidden talent, and one he doesn't really showcase. It's not...well. He wouldn't say it isn't something he's proud of, because he kind of is, but it isn't something he advertises. He's always been shy, singing loud and obnoxious with Sam around because he doesn't want to get made fun of for enjoying something girly like singing.

He hops back off the stage and heads back over to their pillows, and flops down. ]

[demonicbeauty]

You're very good, Dean. You put yourself into the music. Not everyone can do that.

[She used to watch the ladies of the court practicing the harp and piano, playing mechanically. Passionless. Just to prove they could follow a set of directions, or something.]

[venatoris]

You think so?

[ His cheeks flush with pleasure, color crawling down his neck. It's nice to be complimented every now and then. ]

[demonicbeauty]

I know so.

[And that's saying something, because it tends to feel like she doesn't know much of anything.]