GIF by saedii

finds comfort in you.

“for there is beauty in one and strength in the other.”

GIF by the-fandoms-georgie

• growing up in lake-town had meant being surrounded by your parents' singing of old folk songs
• especially your father, who would every night take up a stool at your bed side and sing of a whole manner of adventures and stories
• so naturally as you grew, your passion for such things only increased
• people were often surprised by your talent, as many of the melodies you would recite were in a language other than your own
• no-one was more captivated by this than bard
• he had spotted you one night as he sat in the tavern, nursing a beer in isolation
• then, hearing you striking up a tune on your harp, his attention fell wholly on you, and your well-crafted tones were truly just the icing on the cake
• usually you never would have done such a thing, singing in front of so many people
• but you were well into your third pint, and after much encouragement from the couple of friends who accompanied you, you decided to try it
• despite your initial embarrassment, you were pleased at your choice, seeing the bowman from across the room
• was he staring at you?
• it may have just been your beer-goggles clouding your inhibitions, but you could have sworn he was even sending a few small smiles your way, though luckily your giddiness failed to hinder your performance
• fueled by your alcohol, you went to bed that night thinking only of the bowman, though your thoughts carried on well into the next day
• not just the next day, but the whole of the entire week you were unable to rid the sight of the dark haired man from your mind
• you didn't see him much about the town, and began to wonder if you truly had just been imagining things
• the days drew on, until finally you chanced upon him on your way home from work
• had you not been so shy, you would certainly have gone up to him, striking up a conversation
• but it wasn't so easy, and you returned to your room filled with regret
• you couldn't let it lie
• how had he managed to get inside your head without saying a word to you?
• what you didn't know, of course, was that bard too had been hooked on the thought of you the whole time
• the songs you had sung, even though he had only heard them once, had become engrained into his mind, and often - without even realising it - he would begin humming them
• in an attempt to take matters into your own hands, you returned to the very tavern you had first chanced upon him
• this time you went alone, and had barely time to get half way through your first pint when bard entered the hall
• he sat only a little way from you, allowing you a much better view of him compared to before
• the bowman was not the only one who had remembered your talent, and before you had much time to protest, a great many people were egging you on to perform again
• feeling newfound courage, you sat yourself upon a table and along with a pulse provided by other patrons once again sang the same songs your father taught you all those years ago
• where you perhaps lacked confidence in conversation, feeling the music all around you restored your spirit, and looking upon the bowman, you met his eyes, shooting him a kind smile
• after the end of the performance, amidst all the cheers and hands coming to pat your back, you noticed bard finally making his way over to you
• honestly you thanked the stars that it was he who made the first move, as truly you may never have done it yourself
• what began with a compliment upon your musicianship, became a night-long conversation about a whole manor of things, one you knew would not stop at the falling of the sun