“Deliver us from the gathering storm,
Unworthy though we are.
Leave us living safe and warm,
And sheltered in your arms.
Fallen out of grace are we?
Sinless never more to be.
Deliver us from the gathering storm,
Unworthy though we are.
Deliver us from the shadows and fear,
And brighten us our night.
O, lift us out of the valley of sin,
And leave our path in light ...-"
“What is this sappy snot? Haven’t you got anything better to play?”
The bard’s tune immediately faltered and his pale cheeks went red.
“S-Sorry, Droz…”
The serene, peaceful atmosphere filling their empty barrack immediately dissolved, leaving the scrawny musician flustered and clutching onto his guitar. There goes Droz again, appearing out of nowhere and ruining their very limited leisure time. Andy clicked his tongue in annoyance and raised his winter cap off his drowsy face. He was enjoying this little concert, one of the finer things in life.
“Play whatever you want, Isaiah, don’t listen to the fatass.”
“Hey! This “fatass” ‘s gonna kick your mopey ass, you…”
“Guys… Guys, come on…”
Isaiah's nervous tone tried pleading with the two, as he’s probably had it up to here with their bickering by now. Then again, it's not like he's the best person to play mediator.
“I’ll just play something else, alright? Droz, you can, uh… Request something, hm?”
“Something?”
“Mhm, anything.”
The giant took a seat on the floor and furrowed his brows, thinking.
“Can you play metal on that thing, fowlboy?”
“M-... Well, it’s an acoustic, so I doubt that it’ll sound good, but…”
“You know that song “Black End?”
“Uh…”
“The Thing That Should Not Exist?”
“Not really…”
“C'mon, “Puppeteer”?”
“Sorry…”
“You've gotta be… Then what do you know?”
“Well, I could… I could try playing something original?”
“Original?”
“Uh-huh! Something, like…”
His slender fingers slid across the rosewood fretboard, pressing down on the strings in complete synchronization with his picking hand. A pleasant, warm sound filled the room and an even warmer grin stretched out on Andy's sleepy face. Droz, however wasn't nearly as content with the performance.
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"Goodbye Curly Head"
FanfictionThrough thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sis...
