party all night

Bran Stormbringer · 04-15-2012, 11:55 AM

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Bran is by Kiri!

When Saul had first suggested a party to him, Bran had been enthusiastic, to say the very least. Inside, his mind had been focused solely on the effect alcohol had on him. His colours, tastes and shapes were something he relied heavily on, and he often enjoyed the displays that they gave him. But on the other hand, there was a certain lack of control about it that bothered Bran- he had no clue what was going to happen and he couldn't quite trust some times. When they had turned a year old, Uncle Emeris, who seemed to be the purpotrator in most of their coming of age shenanigans, had slipped the boys a bottle of alcohol. His first taste of the alcohol had burned him, but it had taken only a few more sips for him to recognise that his shapes, colours and tastes were dulling. He'd been scared at first, but the freedom of not tasting another's words, of not hearing sights had been wonderfully blissful. And so his excitement had been unbounded when Saul had first suggested the party, knowing that he would be able to escape for the evening without having to taste his cousins words, or hear the bell-chime sound that usually happened whenever Lilin gave Saul a look.

They'd started off relatively sane, and Bran had got to know his grey furred cousin a little better, as well as talking to the black and white male known as Ezra, who gave a sharp tangy taste at the back of his mouth when he spoke. The vodka had hit him quickly, most likely on the account that the brothers hadn't come into contact with alcohol for a long while. After the fifth or sixth shot, he'd excused himself and retreated for a moment in the hut that he'd helped Saul build to retrieve his guitar. Tuning it had been easy, before he'd brought it out, playing gentle melodies for a while. It was all very well and good, but their party didn't know each other exceptionally well and the lapses in silence were something that Bran didn't like.

His fingers danced in a familiar pattern, one that Niernan recognised immediately. A crooked grin was sent down to his brother, as his sweet voice mapped out a familiar song. It was a relatively long song, but the two were used to playing together and Bran allowed his brother to finish before giving a soft snort of happiness, taking another swig from the bottle as it was passed to him. Chocolate encased ears twitched forward as Saul's tones came, not accompanied by a taste. With a satisfied smile, he turned towards him and answer. Me ma and Uncle Em cum from Ireland, and he knew a fair bit about singin' and playin'. He taught me e'erything I know. He said, casting a glance over to his brother. Their Uncle Emeris taught them a whole lot besides how to play a guitar, most of which their mother would be horrified to learn about. It was a good job that Aracelle knew as little as possible about her boys education. What about the res'a ya? Anyone else know how ta play? He asked, brown eyes taking in each one with a friendly smile.

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