Come With Me And You'll See

"I'll never make assumptions about what style of music someone might like. As it is, we both know better than to believe that music is bound by something like that. I'm not contesting that it exists, but it's always evolving. Before rock even existed, wasn't it all a mix of jazz and blues and folk that started weaving together?"

He remembered, even if he much preferred not to dwell on his own existence back in those days, though he would always talk about this, about music, with someone else he sensed loved it as he did, like Luxe.

Then, there was a lift of David's eyebrows. "Regardless — whatever you like, choosing to listen is the greatest commendation you can offer. Whether it's ten times or a thousand, Songbird." He tacked on that nickname once more, for he didn't mind if it was obvious that he had listened to Luxe often enough to recognize the other singer's voice to use it ( his own compliment, in turn ).

"I believe you would be correct. It's always fun to hear other genres dip their toes into other experimental waters. It would be so boring if they didn't. We can all stand to learn from each other, hm?" The fae really meant it in earnest.

He gently took hold of the offered arm, happy to let the other lead. Even if his wings weren't visible, the other man might feel them brush against him from time to time. They were still very much there physically.

"I have not, actually. I have a show here tomorrow. I hoped to get an idea for the acoustics and sound system here myself. That's why I came, though getting to know the venue is also a rather good idea. It was a pleasant surprise to find that you would be the one performing tonight." Luxe gave a light laugh. "You might find me hiding in the crowd somewhere." He teased, knowing full well it was hard to hide with how different he looked.

Elyse had never doubted Lorcan's ability but could see how her jest had landed on the side of seriousness rather than humor. "How could I forget?" She kept her tone light despite her own defensive stance. Arms crossed over her chest she'd look between Lor and Ethan to see if Ethan would take the wolf's hand.

The hunter watched as the werewolf approached them materializing from the shadows of the treeline. "Another ghost hunter?" Ethan would state in reference to his first meeting with Robin. How ironic.

It was apparent that the man was being pleasant for Elyse's sake his body language betraying his smile. The hunter took the man in as if he was sizing him up. He recognized that Lorcan wasn't someone to toe with. He would be a tough match if it came down to it. Ethan hoped it wouldn't.

He hadn't come home to shed blood. He merely wanted to make amends for his absence and to introduce Elyse to Robin. The snake meant a lot to him, and he didn't want to keep him a secret from his family. Before he could take Lorcan's hand Robin pounced, wrapping the wolf in a tight embrace. While Ethan knew Robin could handle himself he couldn't help the tendril of fear that wiggled down his spine at the idea that the other supernatural could mistake his gesture as an affront. Instead it would seem it was taken with grace as the question of Robin's touchiness came into play.

"I do not, got my own personal one right here." Elyse responded to Robin with a smile. There were many benefits to dating a werewolf, but one of her favorites was the built in warmth.

It took what felt like a very long time for Robin to finally let go. The snake obviously enjoyed the extra heat the wolf gave off, or at least that's what the wolf thought. "I can see that." He gave Robin a light pat on the shoulder as the snake disengaged.

"Well you try being cold blooded." Robin said with a pout, puffing out his cheeks. "You'd feel the same way." He settled back next to Ethan, wiggling his bare toes against the warm ground. He carefully wrapped his arm around Ethan's resting arm and took his free hand.

Lor finally took Ethan's offered hand into a firm handshake, holding it there for a long moment. "Funny how it all turned out I guess, huh?" He nodded towards Robin and El. "Bet you didn't expect any of this."

When he let go, Lor put his arm around El's shoulders. As much as it would be a comfort, he was also hard pressed to see how Ethan reacted to a werewolf all up in his sister's space. He was paranoid. He needed to know what exactly he was dealing with.

Robin followed behind Kit to peek out the window, standing next to him. He did give him space, for now. "Well I can help you set up if you'd like?" He offered. "I'm really good with tents and making uncomfy things comfy! I think there might be some old cushions somewhere in here you can put under the tent to make it softer?"

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"Don't worry...it'll be quick. I wanted to ask your permission first. It'd be pretty rude for me to just touch you, right?" Sylvi's voice remained light as she looked into his vibrant eyes. While he may not be able to see her, she had to take a moment to admire how striking they were against his pale complexion. She hesitated only for a moment longer, then placed one of her hands on his cheek.

"It is.... It is much better." He smiled, feeling the relief. "Thank you." He held his hand out to her, lower as if reaching for her hand, hoping she would meet him half way.

"uh- no- no, nothing like that," he quickly assures the other, daring to move a little closer to make their conversing much less awkward looking, but still giving myles plenty of space. "i apologize for being so...weird. it's just- you remind me of someone i knew a long time ago."

Admittedly, the idea of running into someone from back then had a lump growing in his throat. He didn't really talk about high school much, being so close to the time with the hunters.... He'd never actually finished high school. He hated that whole span of time in his life. He shook his head a little, swallowing it all down. He could do this.

"Oh... you didn't go to Emerson High, did you? I mean... That's to say I wasn't always like... er.. this." He gave a soft sigh. "If you're thinking of Mya- she's um... she's long gone." He chewed at his lower lip. "It's Myles now...."