[ Edgin might not be Red Court, but he loves music. He's been working on a few things so that he could play at one of the salons. Rather than picking one of the class rooms, his session is outside under the moonlight, his chair directly under a tree and the rest of the seating arrangements fanned out around it, from chairs to cushions, and blankets too.
Although he plays some traditional folk and a jaunty piece he'd learned from his memories, the real highlight is the song he plays at the end of his set, exciting and then mournful and sad. ]
Oh where is my little swallow I have no golden armour to share You may pluck out my blue eyes Tear out my tongue, tear out my tongue Well I've seen this sagging sky before And I've sang this sorry song one too many times
salon--but it is nsfw!
[ Edgin hadn't meant to walk into this...room clearly full of naked vampires. Was this art? Was this just an excuse? Edgin blushes hard, looking over what's definitely about to be a very artistic, very beautiful expression of something. He holds his hand up and shakes his head so he can...turn to go??? ]
I'm so sorry about this, I must've taken a wrong turn. Carry on. You kids have fun now.
[ Founders help this man. ]
hanahaki
[ Edgin is doing his best to ignore the creeping cough and the petals that seem to follow him around everywhere he goes now, leaving a little trail like Hansel and Gretal hoping to find their way out of the woods.
He's far more interesting in trying to find and help others, you see. He's at least heard this is supposed to be about desires, so when he sees someone else clearly afflicted he reaches out to them. ]
What do you need? Let's find it together, okay?
wildcard / office hours
[ Find Edgin wherever! Bother him in his office! ]
edgin darvis | d&d:hat | blue court | youngblood
[ Edgin might not be Red Court, but he loves music. He's been working on a few things so that he could play at one of the salons. Rather than picking one of the class rooms, his session is outside under the moonlight, his chair directly under a tree and the rest of the seating arrangements fanned out around it, from chairs to cushions, and blankets too.
Although he plays some traditional folk and a jaunty piece he'd learned from his memories, the real highlight is the song he plays at the end of his set, exciting and then mournful and sad. ]
Oh where is my little swallow
I have no golden armour to share
You may pluck out my blue eyes
Tear out my tongue, tear out my tongue
Well I've seen this sagging sky before
And I've sang this sorry song one too many times
salon--but it is nsfw!
[ Edgin hadn't meant to walk into this...room clearly full of naked vampires. Was this art? Was this just an excuse? Edgin blushes hard, looking over what's definitely about to be a very artistic, very beautiful expression of something. He holds his hand up and shakes his head so he can...turn to go??? ]
I'm so sorry about this, I must've taken a wrong turn. Carry on. You kids have fun now.
[ Founders help this man. ]
hanahaki
[ Edgin is doing his best to ignore the creeping cough and the petals that seem to follow him around everywhere he goes now, leaving a little trail like Hansel and Gretal hoping to find their way out of the woods.
He's far more interesting in trying to find and help others, you see. He's at least heard this is supposed to be about desires, so when he sees someone else clearly afflicted he reaches out to them. ]
What do you need? Let's find it together, okay?
wildcard / office hours
[ Find Edgin wherever! Bother him in his office! ]