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Curnen couldn’t hear everything people were saying around her, but she could guess well enough what they were on about. Probably given her torn jeans and spaghetti-strap tank top, they were wondering who this ratty little girl was in the midst of a city that was all shine, polish, and culture. Probably wondering what she was, since she was pretty sure she heard someone say "gypsy." Maybe someone who knew a thing or two about music was pointing out that her guitar was on the cheap end of the spectrum.

Maybe it was just her hands. She saw more than a couple of people point at them.

She ignored them, and it didn’t take much to see that it wasn’t her ability to give no fucks that let her do this. Quite the opposite. If she started paying attention to the derision, she was going to crumble and flee the scene. Rather, she threw herself into the tuning of her guitar, doing her best imitation of Bliss, who wouldn’t’ve let any of them rattle her. Who probably really wouldn’t notice. Bliss would have shut them all up with a joke and a beatific smile or something. But...

She didn’t look at anybody, instead turning her face up to the sky and at first allowing her voice to come out in high, mournful keening. Bliss’s voice was low and rough, all grit and smoke on the water. Curnen... well. Her voice didn’t have that kind of obvious sex appeal. When she was little, her family had always said she had a voice like an angel, and that was what it sounded like. The effortless notes rising from her throat were clear and ethereal, the song something she’d picked up from the ren faire circuit.

Abroad as I was walking one evening in the spring
I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did sing
Her chains she rattled on her hands, and thus replied she
"I love my love because I know my love loves me."


The atmosphere changed at once, disdain changing to awe, admiration, and even tears, though Curnen paid no attention to that either. even as the money started making its way into her guitar case. It wasn’t until she took an instrumental break between verses that she allowed herself to look around her and offer a little smile from under her lashes as someone approached to drop a bank note into the pile.

Date: 2016-07-24 04:30 am (UTC)
winter_wisp: (chirp chirp)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
Winter was always drawn to music, but it was more than the melody that drew him in. There was something familiar, and yet totally different, in the air. He liked different. Different was always exciting.

He'd spent most of his pocket money this week, and hadn't gone busking recently, but he could charm money out of the hands of mortals with little more than a smile, and with his wallet freshly packed with notes, he happily dropped one into her case.

"I like your song," he chirped, "It's pretty."

Philip had come to visit this morning, and was currently riding along in the turned down hood of his hoodie. The budgie peeked out though, and after a moment moved to perch on Winter's shoulder, chirping and bouncing a bit.

"Philip likes it too," the pixie added.

Date: 2016-07-24 03:55 pm (UTC)
winter_wisp: (pleased)
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"I play piano. ...Well, keyboard mostly. Pianos are heavy, they can't go a lot of places," Winter replied, rocking back on his heels as he spoke. He was wearing his favourite light-up shoes, and they twinkled as he moved. "I sing too, and sometimes I play pan flute, but they're hard to find in London."

Left alone, Winter would babble on and on, but Philip wasn't in the mood, and gave the pixie's ear a tug. Pulling a face, Winter rubbed his ear as the budgie returned to bouncing.

Date: 2016-07-24 05:33 pm (UTC)
winter_wisp: (>:D)
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"He is rude," Winter said, his tone not scolding or accusatory.

"I'm not allowed to shop online anymore," he added with a slightly wicked little grin.

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Date: 2016-07-25 12:31 pm (UTC)
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Sirius wasn't usually one to stop long for a street musician, but the girl's voice was really something, and it had him pausing to listen. Once he'd gotten a good look at her, he was glad he had stopped, for she was as beautiful as she was talented.

He flashed her a warm smile in return as he dropped the note, still missing the satisfying weight and clink of galleons, but he was growing used to living somewhat separated from the world he'd grown up in.

"Your song was almost as lovely as you are," he observed, tilting his head as he looked at her.

Date: 2016-08-01 09:20 am (UTC)
toujours_impur: (Default)
From: [personal profile] toujours_impur
Well, not all of the girls, and not precisely that, so Sirius didn't feel at all bad when he shook his head, then refuted her words aloud, as she wasn't looking at him. It wasn't a lie after all. "No, I'm quite certain you're the only one I've ever said that to," he assured her warmly. "Where did you learn to play?" He himself had dabbled with an electric guitar, mostly to incense his mother, but even with the longevity of a wizard, he doubted he'd ever match her skill or innate talent.

Date: 2016-07-26 02:35 pm (UTC)
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In a city as full of smells as London, it was difficult to focus on any one scent. It was an added bonus to smoking, making the abundance of smells more tolerable. So when Akeem had stopped to listen to the girl, he hadn't noticed her scent straight away. Her twelve fingers barely had him blink an eye, and he simply enjoyed the music, beautiful and moving in a way busking only enhanced.

When she took a break, he walked closer to drop a note in her case, and only then noticed her scent, because he focused on it. Some sort of Fae, he thought, absolutely unsurprised, and returned her small smile when she looked up at him. "You've got a gift," he told her honestly, and dropped the tenner inside the case.

Date: 2016-07-27 01:03 am (UTC)
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"A talent like yours ought to be encouraged," Akeem told her honestly. He wasn't rich by any means, but he made enough money that he could allow himself the odd eccentricity. Between the shop, which he owned, and the classes he taught at university, he earned more than his simple bachelor's life required.

Date: 2016-07-27 01:24 pm (UTC)
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"I've no doubt about that," Akeem assured her with a small smile. From what few Fae he had met, he would certainly wager as much. "But they're not here, playing for us." Thankfully. Making crowds weep with a song might be taking things a step too far.

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Date: 2016-07-26 06:26 pm (UTC)
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Coby was drawn in with the first few notes the girl sang, and then recognized the song as one Máire played on a lot of her solo gigs. He hummed along to himself, the hand at his side fingers twitching as they found the chords.

He smiled warmly at her as he dropped a bill onto the pile she was collecting, one musician to another, but didn't interrupt her playing.

Date: 2016-07-27 08:27 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sunsongs
"Long as I can remember," he confirmed, since she was willing to talk. Coby'd been paying more attention to her music than her fingering, so it took him longer than it might've to figure out what was different about it. It reminded him of that movie... what was it. With Uma Thurman. This piece can only be played with twelve fingers or whatever the line was.

"I'd go kinda crazy if I didn't." Well, crazier. If you asked Coby, he was more than just kinda crazy on his good days.

Date: 2016-07-28 12:16 am (UTC)
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"California." Coby shrugged. "Needed to get away for awhile. Change your space, change your mood, I guess. And I had a friend from here interested in a home swap, timing was right. I packed up my gear and came to London. What about you? You don't sound like you're from around here either."

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Date: 2016-07-27 07:31 am (UTC)
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The Phouka had heard her from a distance and had come to investigate. Closer, closer, until he could see her as well as hear her. And this close he could smell her. It was familiar but foreign and he was too intrigued to anything but come closer with folded notes to place in her case.

"You sing like a bird, lovely," he said warmly. His eyes were deep and dark, liquid and soft as a doe's. His hair was tied back at the nape of his neck and though it was warm he wore a white shirt with a black and gold waistcoat and a contrasting gold and black coat with tails. Such finery suited him, giving him an air much more regal than he truly was.

Date: 2016-07-27 06:58 pm (UTC)
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Phouka smiled gently and reached for her chin to lift her gaze again.

"You are quite welcome," he said. "Where do you come from? I know none like you."

Date: 2016-07-27 08:17 pm (UTC)
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"Ah! Such a long journey for you. Welcome to London. It s not my home, but my home for now," he smiled. "Do you have lodging? Food? Are you comfortable in this world?" he asked as if it were the most normal of conversations to have.

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