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Post by Evan Moretti on Jul 16, 2010 15:09:51 GMT -5
Evan sighed, brushing a hand through his pale hair. Not that the soft wind passing through the grass beneath his feet wasn't doing it for him. He never really bothered with such a mundane activity of brushing his hair, it wasn't like it was really going to lie flat, no matter now long one of the nannies had spent trying to smooth the stubborn streaks, they were just that - stubborn. Like the person himself attatched to it. Wearing his light jacket and jeans, the youngman plonked himself down just outside the constricting walls of Eddingborough, the grass covered grounds speckled with the occasional student who had ventured out in the crisp early afternoon. Evan tended to spend as much time as he could outside, whether that was just taking a stroll or if there was some alterior motive. His family had always owned large and energetic dogs, which occasionally were walked by the servants but mostly walked by Evan and his elder brother, Nicky.
Still, today wasn't entierly a different day. As a person, Evan was easily bored, he needed something to occupy him or it just became slightly destructive. Whether it was severely annoying anyone around him by drumming his fingers or clicking his tongue, or if it was something bigger, like taking things apart. When seriously bored, Evan had been known to disassemble large pieces of furniture just for the heck of it. So, it was a good thing he had his guitar on him at the moment. One of his two. This one was his prized acoustic, a plain guitar, without the stickers and words he'd seen so many people scratch onto the beautiful surface of the instrument. No, he kept his plain and simple, like he felt it was meant to be.
Keeping his back sitting comfortably against the tree, Evan slung the thick black strap from the instrument across his shoulder, resting the guitar in his lap. He plucked a few notes, the clean sounds cutting through the quiet of the afternoon's pale sunshine. He raised a hand to the tuning keys, plucking a single string as he very carefully manipulated the key, staring blankly across the grass as he listened to the difference in pitch as the note changed. A slight shadow fell across the young Italian's space, making his eyes re-foced from their slightly distant expression concerning the note. He slipped his hand off the key, playing a level chord before turning his head in the direction of the shadow, his eyes shining brightly with the afternoon sun.
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ratings nothing planned, so probably pg-13 |
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