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Post by Dara on Aug 10, 2010 16:36:25 GMT -7
There was one part in the day Kora hated.Nap-time. It came right after lunch. He was sure it was needed, in the same respect that baths weren't. But every day he was put in his room around the same time with Safi on his bed while the grown ups went and did whatever grown ups did at Nap times. Today though it was going to be different, Today It was just his Dad looking after him and he never checked that Kora was supposed to be asleep.
As soon as he could hear his dad move away from his room, and he guessed towards the kitchen, Kora crept out of bed "Where are you going?"Safi demanded unaware of his young charge's plans, "An adventure"Kora grinned as he felt the little dragon jump on his shoulder. Safi knew he should halt this now, but it was wiser to go along and then help where needed. Kora was a determined creature. Saying No just got you No where.
Kora counted the steps from his room to his parents. The item he wanted was located inside.Why his dad kept it here he didn't know, and even if it was inside.This was the only thing he wasn't sure off. That and getting busted . It didn't take long for him to almost give up, along with Safi warning him that he wasn't supposed to been in here. Kora ignored it all of course. Finally he found what he was looking for, His dad's guitar. It was heavy and he had to sit where it was, just to hold it in his hands, Kora took the time to feel the different parts.Much to Safi's annoyance, yet the young dragon chose to help Kora hold it correctly.
Kora grinned as he experimented at first. Trying to guess where his fingers needed to go to make the sounds. He was pleased with himself as he seemed to make a tune of sorts "Look at me Safi I'm just like Daddy when he plays" Kora laughed.. Safi grinned "I guess you are Kora with more style" He laughed in agreement.But he was soon stunned into silence as he listened to Kora play a tune. It wasn't the best tune, and a few of the notes misplaced but Kora was playing the instrument rather well, well enough even to stop Safi from protesting any further. The dragon just hoped Frank wouldn't get to cross when he found out what Kora was up to,
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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 12, 2010 3:19:06 GMT -7
Frank had been pleased with himself after tucking his blind son to sleep. It been proven to be a difficult, but at least it wasn't as difficult as persuading his little rebel child in his terrible two's to take a bath; that was the biggest hassle and headache yet when it came to being a father and Frank was highly thankful to Paige for getting that hard set task out of the way. After successfully pleased with the end result of little Kora falling asleep, the guitarist slipped with as much silence as he could muster for a human and exited the door, leaving it halfway open in case of a real emergency. He retraced his steps back to the kitchen in search for something to satisfy the nerves shivering creeps on his skin, liquid comfort was always a gratifying experience. Tending to the fridge, his eyes scanned through the plastic dividers holding each section of what would go where until they fell in place to what he was looking to, his eyes widening with slight glee, accompanied by a twitched smirk at the corner of his lips. "Bingo." His fingers expanded and enclosed over the cold circumference of what he sought as beer however small the can was. It'd still be a soothing experience to cope when nap time was over and father-hassle cycle began again. There was little time now-a-days to even think and that brought little frowns, pulling down the smirk unnecessarily from place. His days of fun had gone to merely nothing, but those days of reminiscing he'd have to relinquish. It was his responsibility and his choice when he decided to be with Paige and his irresponsibility for getting her pregnant--these were the consequences. Seeing the thoughts from a different perspective though pulled the smirk into a full-fledged smile. It wasn't all that bad to have a future, to have a wife and to have children. This was his future and this was what he was destined for. Obviously this is what he had. "Yep." He retracted from the fridge's swirling coldness, hurrying into the warmth to settle, swapping his fingertip underneath the loop of the can before counter-pressuring it into the designated line and opening the can which made a satisfying, exploding hissing noise. With an eager glint, he brought the frosty can to his pink lips and gulped hastily, feeling the bubbly settle down the duct of his throat and foam warmth into his stomach, sending slight, dizzying buzzes to his brain that weren't enough to remotely get him tipsy. "Ahhh." His greens wheeled around until they trailed back to the entrance to the kitchen and drooped over the hallway that peeped the half-hidden doorway to his son's room. Maybe it was a father instinct, but there was a pull strongly tugging at his strings from that direction, telling him subtly that maybe he should be there and check for the heck of it and to be sure. The gut wrenching feeling twisted the recently digested beer into revolting sloshes, keeping him in his idle position, gawking like an idiot. "Hm..." dropping the can into the counter behind him, Frank strode casually through to the hall and with some slow effort, he dodged around the door, hesitant to cross into the darkness while lingering over the threshold. Maybe this was a bad idea. But now that he was here, why not? His feet, ambivalent of his behavior, dragged him to the dark space into Kora's bed, his hand about to paw the balled blanket until it registered with screaming warning. His boy, his son, his precious child and pride wasn't there. "Fuck!" His fists strained to his side, his knuckles visibly flexing through the small movements of his fingers digging into his palm. This time, his paces were heavy through the hardwood floor, stomping thuds into each movement until he got to his room, the music somehow taking him to an abrupt stop. Frankie found himself dumbfounded like another idiot, gaping at his blond little treasure with his acoustic guitar--thankfully not Pansy, his second most prized possession--plucking at strings with as much agility as Frank would when the song was slow and vivid. The melody emanating from it was what left the guitarist in slight, panicked shock. How did Kora managed to do that without any practice at all and without the capability of looking at the strings? Had some hereditary magic passed on through his seed unto the product of it fermenting making little Kora a natural? "Kora..." his breath had been jagged and clipped, restraint to short gusts of wind from his previous running stun. A hand was clutching the fabric of his shirt at his chest, his heartbeat seeping through the skin and pounding loudly into his hand and thudding heavily into his veins. All thoughts of rebuking the child for pulling this scary act forgotten thanks to music. "How did you learn to play like that?" His voice was caved in and in whispered gasps from running like a moron.
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Post by Dara on Aug 22, 2010 16:59:56 GMT -7
Kora was alerted at the first shouts from his father's lips but he did not take it seriously. Grown ups yell for all sorts of reasons, and curse. Although he wasn't suppose to know about the swearing part. Swearing seemed a big no-no to Kora, after all his mother was always saying so. It was up there with the staying in bed, and never ever to touch his parent's things without asking., worse than that he wasn't to touch anything. Mainly because his over protective mother wanted to assist him in whatever he was doing. Sometimes, like now he just wants to try out things on his own.
So he discarded the noise and kept playing to the dumb struck Safi. Music soothed all creatures it seemed,including Dragons and Parents. And to Kora's ear he wasn't very good, well not as good as the people on his cds, He smiled and hummed to the tune for a little while , imagining himself on a stage in front of people, just like he'd been told about from his mother. His mom loved to talk about his grandfathers band, and the bands his father had been in .And sometimes he tried to imagine it. This time it had been easier to do as he had his father's guitar in his hands. A thought wandered into his head, one that should have been there far earlier, he hoped it wasn't Pansy in his arms. His dad would be furious had he touched Pansy. Pansy was way up on the list of things not to be touched or played with as it was his dad's favourite and most treasured item. He knew that his mom had told him enough times.
The quiet strange tones of Frank's voice confused the small boy, there was supposed to be yelling , angry, not shock and amazement. So it was just confusing., so confusing Kora stopped playing and almost dropped the guitar.Clumsy , quick hands reached for it trying and failing to stop it ending on the floor with a dull clang as the instrument protested at its mistreatment,"Daddy?" Kora asked raising his head as he sort to place his father. He hoped things would slowly explain themselves, just so he wouldn't have to ask.
"I just felt it" He shrugged in answer to Frank's question. "Isn't that how you do it?" He asked amazed at the thought. What was the proper way people that could see , proper guitarists like his dad played. "Did I do good?" He asked with his biggest smile.Like any child caught with a new talent he sought the praise from the nearest adult. He stood impatiently waiting for his father to answer him, and hopefully discover why his dad wasn't angry for him playing with his guitar.
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