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Jan. 14th, 2017 10:33 pm
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Ostensibly they were out busking, but the Overbay sisters were singing to and for as well as with each other.

Bliss was perhaps not a great beauty as her little sister made her sound, but there was something beautiful about her when she was in motion. About thirty in appearance with smile lines, she was taller and more solid than her pixie-like sister, her presence had a quiet, nurturing, steady calm to it that balanced out Curnen’s flitting energy. Her bone straight black hair was braided back, hanging to her waist. Her eyes were green (as one might expect of a fairy), but a normal green that looked blue sometimes depending on what she was wearing.

They passed an actually nice guitar back and forth between them—Curnen’s now, Willy was letting her keep it!—and while the case was open for anyone who cared to show their appreciation, they paid it no real mind even though the crowd was very generous today. This was a reunion and a healing and a prayer. They had not sung together properly since Lyndon Johnson was president.

Which wasn't to say that pragmatism wasn't telling them to turn it into a little something more.

Less often they brought out a violin, and only Curnen played that one. Bliss had brought it with her and it was her intention to leave it here. It had been their daddy's. Curnen was nervous about that, since the man who had raised her hadn’t been her father by blood… but Bliss made the poor thing sound like a dying cat.

But it was their voices that was most important and really entranced. The younger sister had a high, ethereal soprano, the older sister lower and smokier alto, and they knew how to blend these to best effect with a certainty that came from years of experience.

Curnen could keep this up all day, but practicalities had to be tended to. Practicalities like lunch. Bliss volunteered to go in search of something while Curnen continued to play on her own. She scratched inexpertly--which was by human standards still at least passably--at her daddy's violin, remembering how he'd been able to coax goddamn light and shadow from this instrument.

Date: 2017-01-15 04:48 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] yves
Yves had spent the morning at his storage facility, dropping off a few items and collecting others. While his magic made his home larger than it was, he wasn't a fan of clutter, and often cycled things in and out.

He slowed when he spotted the small fae though. What was her name? Kristen? ...Karen? Candy, perhaps? He honestly couldn't recall. She was interesting though, enough that he slowed to a stop and dropped the loose change from his pocket into the open case.

Date: 2017-01-15 05:30 pm (UTC)
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"I'm really not," he assured her, not threatening or unkind, just a mild statement of truth. "You play quite well though."

Date: 2017-01-15 06:43 pm (UTC)
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The fae wrinkled his nose at being called 'kind'.

"You're hardly a master, just better than some," he assured her.

Date: 2017-01-15 07:58 pm (UTC)
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Yves only hummed at that, clearly not terribly interested in hearing about the girl's extended family.

"Surely busking isn't your profession of choice though. Wouldn't you rather be- I don't know, a studio musician or something?"

Date: 2017-01-15 08:03 pm (UTC)
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Oh, now that was interesting.

"No? How so?" he asked.

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Date: 2017-01-17 12:13 am (UTC)
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Akeem was just walking back towards the shop with a bag of the best falafels in London (by his standards), when he glanced across the street at the busker, just in case... And there she was, scratching away at a violin. She clearly had potential, but it wasn't quite there yet.

That didn't stop him from crossing the street to go and listen to her, dropping some change in her case as the song drew to an end. He'd been smiling as he listened to her, and he smiled at her when she stopped, but made no move to step closer or start a conversation, in case she wasn't done playing.

Date: 2017-01-17 03:30 pm (UTC)
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"It wasn't terrible at all," Akeem told her honestly, a small, benevolent smile on his lips. Her joy was infectious and it sparkled in his own eyes.

Date: 2017-01-18 02:07 pm (UTC)
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"At least there's an easy way to remedy that," Akeem answered. "Are you done with this set?" he asked, glancing around at the dwindling crowd. "And in the mood for a hot drink of some sort?"

He did not know how resistant Fae were to the cold, but surely playing by this weather could not help.

Date: 2017-01-18 06:46 pm (UTC)
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"Bliss?" Akeem echoed curiously, although he wouldn't be fussed himself if Curnen did not satiate his curiosity. Whoever Bliss might be, she was Curnen's business, and none of his.

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Date: 2017-01-17 09:56 pm (UTC)
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Coby hadn't had to go around the corner to where he could see to recognize that soprano, and he stopped where he was, picking out the two voices blending together from the sounds of busy city around them, to just listen and enjoy for awhile. Once he got there, he'd be tempted to chat, and the world – or this small part of it – needed music like they were making, so he could wait.

Then the singing stopped, replaced by a violin. Not a match for Màire, but not bad by any definition, and Coby made the turn onto the street where they were busking, smiling when he saw Curnen bent over the fiddle, but curious there was no sign of the alto he'd heard. He tossed some change into the case on his way to lean against the wall near her where they could talk easily if she wanted, and he could listen if not.

Date: 2017-01-18 10:08 pm (UTC)
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"It's meant to put your own spin on." Most folk tunes were, and Curnen, from what Coby had seen, was as amazing at that sort of improvisation as she was anything else she tried music speaking. "I don't see anybody saying you can't play it at the tempo for you, and change it up once you feel like it.

"Did you ever that story, that Steve Martin learned to play banjo by cranking his record player down to 16rpm and tuning his instrument to match to play along with the music? Then once his muscles knew what they were doing, speeding things up to normal was easy."

Date: 2017-01-19 09:51 pm (UTC)
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"You don't look old enough to say things like that." She barely looked like she wasn't jailbait, which Coby tried not to think about too often, but she didn't feel that young, and with some of the other people he'd met since coming to London and what he knew about himself...selves...self, he wondered sometimes if maybe she wasn't.

Date: 2017-01-20 07:03 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (radio in my head)
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"Good thing too," he said with a wink.

"But I'm starting to feel like there are no normal people in London. And when it's somebody from California saying that..."

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