Another Sound Drabble
Jan. 24th, 2005 11:00 pmEvil Little Dog said I'm surprised you didn't do one about Giles and music and I said I meant to but RL stepped in. So, here's a little Giles, S 4
Giles listens to the sounds of his fingers sliding on the guitar strings. He had forgotten how good it felt to have the subtle vibrations of the wood tucked along his belly could be, how freeing the music was. His voice was a little rusty but it didn’t take him long to remember the vocals, to find the chords of his former favorites.
A soft smile touches his lips as he remembers the days of romancing nubile young girls, telling them he was part of Pink Floyd. As he played, he remembered dreams that he had put away, mourning them.
Giles listens to the sounds of his fingers sliding on the guitar strings. He had forgotten how good it felt to have the subtle vibrations of the wood tucked along his belly could be, how freeing the music was. His voice was a little rusty but it didn’t take him long to remember the vocals, to find the chords of his former favorites.
A soft smile touches his lips as he remembers the days of romancing nubile young girls, telling them he was part of Pink Floyd. As he played, he remembered dreams that he had put away, mourning them.
