Mara Sinclair (beautiflmistake) wrote in musemusic, @ 2009-02-11 05:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | chaoticasylum, mara sinclair |
Character/Fandom: Mara Sinclair, The Order
Prompt: What do you hear when you really listen?
Note: It's 5:30 AM. I should be sleeping. I am almost positive there's words missing?
There was always a bit of trepidation at times like this, when there was no bustling sounds about. When all that surrounded her was nature, and there was no one around (save him, on a lucky day), there was a need to listen, of only for a moment. To put away the music she preferred to drown out the sounds, and to listen. Just listen. No noise from the city, no televisions in the distance, no sounds from a far away plane overhead. If she was lucky, all she would hear would be the wind against the grass, the bees moving amongst the flowers, the sound of her own breathing, and beneath it all the gentle beat of her heart. On a good day, nature sang the way it was supposed to.
There were other days, though... days she never mentioned, she didn't speak of, when she could hear them, however faintly. Once she thought it was simply a memory... but she knew, now, and it sent a chill straight down her spine. Every so often the song was clearer, closer. Those were the days that were dark, when she busied herself as best she could. She couldn't paint on those days, instead surrounding herself with the sounds of the city, anything to avoid that soft trilling chirp, so innocent in its omen.
On a good day, silence was golden. But on a bad day, she could hear the nightingales.