Post by will on Oct 23, 2012 7:01:54 GMT -5
An audience of the dead. That was what William had around him, ghost pokemon and the remnant of the lost alike. The bow slid over the violin with precision, the melody he was drawing from the instrument drawing closer the souls of those departed from the living world, yet still connected by a thread.
His brilliant blue eyes were closed as he played, knowing the panic that would fill him should he open them. His own ghosts wouldn't be alone around him. The natives of the lost tower would have been drawn as well. It was almost as if the teenager was in his own world, body filling with the melody as he played. It provided him respite from his gift. Provided him a chance to breathe and just feel the familiar rush of music as he played.
This wasn't the first time he'd visited the Lost Tower, nor would it be the last. His song, it seemed to grant the ghosts peace, and so the caretakers of the tower allowed him to play. William was sat on a stool, Morning Star curled at his feet and enjoying the music, whilst the air around him was filled by Fortuneteller, Trickmaster, Night Walker and Wizard. Shadow was led by the staircase leading back down the tower, his head resting on his paws and ears twitching in time with the music.
William was in his own world once more, surrounded by the melodies he had known since his youth. He wouldn't have noticed company even if they had been right in his face, so lost in the music was he.
