Banana Bread

Over two years ago I wrote my original version of "Don't leave me" based on @teshadraws' fanfiction, Seekers of Soul.

I remember feeling very emotional while reading Seekers and I decided to sit down and write, and that's how I came up with this piece.

I have a lot to be grateful for because of the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon community, I have met so many friends and read so many stories that I love and cherish deeply.

So I came back to this piece and I wanted to give it the love it deserves once more. I've learned much about music in the two years it's been- and I'm actually going to college for Music Composition starting this August.

I hope you can enjoy "Don't leave me please" rescored for Orchestra.

And this is my first drawn fanart (with a bit of writing too) I've ever done, and it's for @teshamerkel's PMD Seekers of Soul which I very much enjoy. When I was just drawing this I was listening to 'Deadman's Gun' from Red Dead Redemption and 'Butterfly' sung by Willie Nelson, which I think might be pretty good when thinking about Tobias' character. Anyways, I guess if you want to read the little thing along with this you can now, hope your having a nice day or night. He strummed the guitar strings slowly, humming out a tune he'd felt in him many times before. He focused on the resonating vibrations of sound that echoed out and attempted to ignore the weight that rested on his shoulder- Nia.

He played this tune silently many nights when he knew she had fallen deep into sleep. Trying to drown away the thoughts of things she'd said before, all about wanting to leave this place.

Whenever those words were spoken it felt like there was a cord in him that threatened to snap, and the tension it was under too great to be held up. He didn't want her to leave, she had grown heavy on him. Maybe it was the first time in years he'd ever felt this way with somebody else.

Still strumming, he felt a tear swell up into his eye, and on instinct move his hand from the guitar to his head to wipe it away. But, he stopped short, and let the tear fall.

But shortly it was replaced, and the built-up tensions on that cord eased as more and more tears built up in his eyes.

Taking a shivery breath he brought himself back to the guitar, his hands trembled ever so slightly as he began to play it out and sing quietly.

So

This is it

You're leaving

Now...

His voice cracked and his hands became more and more shaky as he continued to play and sing through the chords and quarter notes. The music became quieter and slower, and in turn, so did the instrument.

The tune near its end had become quiet and shaky until the sound that emanated from it had completely diminished. Finally, he rested his instrument on the soft ground. His tears still kept going, and he still let them.

This is my little bit of fanart for @teshamerkel's PMD fanfic Seekers of Soul.

There wasn't an exact scene in mind when I was writing this, but I assume it'll be one further down the road. It's meant to be a plea of sorts from Tobias for the eventuality she ends up leaving.

Lyra, Lieutenant of the Concord Guild, reminiscing.

One of my favorite pieces I've ever written for my silly Sylveon Guildmaster Lyra (I need to remake her now that I have my drawing tablet).