Twilight Song

[Xnigh of Keys]

Glass sits above the entrance to the station. He had his guitar in his hand as he sat in a relaxed position, strumming the strings softly. His amp was on and sending a soft melody over the town. He had his normal forelorn look on his face as he played, his eyes closed behind his sunglasses. He sang softly as he did, his voice so mellow and sad that it seemed to wisp to every ear.

"Hand in mine, into your eyes so blue
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and

I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running

But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every...

All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this

As lead rains, will pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning
Forever, and ever
Know how much I want to show you you're the only one
Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun

And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever"

[Naminé /admin/]

Naminé was walking, her mouth turned up into a content smile and her eyes looking straight ahead, welcoming anything to come. Her hair and dress swayed slightly, teased by the soft breeze that lazily made its way through the town. Then, the struums of a guitar reached her ears along with a soft voice tinged with melancholy. By her judgement, Naminé concluded that the sound was coming from the Station Plaza. Soon, she found she was right–sure enough, there was a young man sitting above the entrance, guitar in hand.

Not wanting to interrupt, Naminé did not speak. She merely watched.

[Xnigh of Keys]

Glass felt the strange girls presnce, he spoke into her mind as he continued. "What is your name?" His eyes still stayed close and his voie still rang out the sad tune. He had been sitting there for awhile and no one came out from anywhere. He was pleased to feel such a good heart near him though he wasn't sure it was whole.

[Naminé /admin/]

Naminé blinked, not used to being spokekn to in such a way. After a moment, however, she answered. "My name is Naminé," she said warmly, smiling a bit. "And you?" She walked over to the steps, sitting down carefully and looking up at Glass. Her blue eyes glimmered merrily as the music rang out around the town. She clasped her hands in her lap, unlinking them only to push a strand of fair hair behind her ear.

[Xnigh of Keys]

"Naminé, that is a beautiful name." He thought to her as he played. He rarley opened his eyes when he played as it was almost easier to precive the world. He smiled slightly as he played, his voice getting gslowly softer as he got closer and closer to the end.

[Naminé /admin/]

Naminé blinked–had he not heard her question or was he ignoring it? She sighed, making a note to speak more loudly in days to come. "Excuse me," she said, raising her voice a bit for experimentation. "What is your name, if I may ask?" She smiled. "And thank you, by the way...."

/*short* grr.....ah, oh well XD sorreh for the shortness/

[Xnigh of Keys]

"Glass." Is what seemed to echo from him. He continued to play but stopped, He opened his eyes and looked down at her. "Spite of perception makes for a broken mind, a tattered soul or a captive of ones own body."

(Srry for me too then.)

[Lazeh Namin]

/lol/

Naminé tilted her head, not sure what he meant. Was giving her advice or just saying that? Or maybe both? Or perhaps he was talking of himself. Not knowing confused her and it showed on her face–her eyes narrowed every so slightly, her mouth turned down in a small frown, and, as stated before, her head tilted to one side. She opened her mouth to ask something, but then closed it. After a bit more thought, she opened it again. Words flowed out.

"Are you talking of yourself or giving me advice or a warning?" she asked carefully, another question popping to her mind. "And where did you learn to play that instrument so well?"

[Xnigh of Keys]

Glass' body started to wisp away into white dust, "If you heard my song only you can decide." The wisp went further and further up as he looked down at her. "I'm merely a ghost, a messenger for the beyond." The wisp finally consumed his head and all that was left was a broken pair of circular singlasses and a peice of music titled Demolition Lovers.