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[heavenscorpse.livejournal.com]

[If you are not in the hotel lobby, that's okay! V/V has set her phone up to record one of her 'songs'.

She's settled in one of the chairs with a guitar, and singing without any words while she plays accompaniment. Her voice is... 'angelic' is a bit cliche, but it fits, doesn't it? It definitely is worth a listen.

This is what she sounds like. To a T.

She'll be singing and playing whatever the whole day, so feel free to catch her at any point.]

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[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

It's not even quite instinct. Hard to put into words, I guess.

[Mostly because she was still unsure how much of her background she wanted to make publicly known, or even privately known to others.]

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[heavenscorpse.livejournal.com]

No, I get what you mean.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

You probably get why I don't really wanna spread that word too, then. Unfounded feelings shouldn't be a reason to try making someone into a pariah.

[heavenscorpse.livejournal.com]

...Pariah?

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Someone who's shunned by others, for whatever reason.

[heavenscorpse.livejournal.com]

Oh, all right.

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

Mhm. Like I said, mum's the word. [And she puts a finger to her lips and demos the dreaded Librarian's Shush maneuver with a conspiratorial wink.]

[heavenscorpse.livejournal.com]

[V/V repeats the gesture, smiling.]

[skaldssong.livejournal.com]

[Devola shifts in the couch a bit and nods, satisfied. Hands folded in her lap, eyes half-open, and a faint smile on her lips, she enters something of a vegetative state. Seems she's happy enough to just sit back and listen to the angel play music. Though knowing her, she won't hesitate to respond to anything V/V has to say to her.]

[heavenscorpse.livejournal.com]

[V/V is more than happy to go back to playing guitar and singing for the benefit of all company, Devola included.]