righteous.

sorry about not being here in a hot minute. all this tunglr shit got me bent.

(Young Brad Pitt?)

i may go with alexander skarsg.ard? i literally just found him. i just gotta come to terms that i will never find a living human with val’s beautiful locks. orz

“What ams this strange way that you ams talkings, I can hardly understands a woirds that you says…yuuuuch.”  The irony. “It ams like you ams tryings to appeals to my goods sides, but I don’ts…really has one.”

 At least when it came to possible competition of skill and limelight. He crooked a suspicious brow at the man, unable to hear much except that THIS viking was a guitar player as well and called himself a God???? Everyone knew that was HIS schtick.

Nevertheless, he never turned down a possible chance to hear ANOTHER guitar player at work. This should be good. “Okays Mr. GUY. You plays your instruments, and let’s just see if you ams not all talk and splendor.”

At the last syllable, the Swede sounded off a VERY complicated speed riff—- Here we go…

     A guitar battle? A jam session? Even though he was equally confused by this guy’s way of speech, there is a language they both could speak. Music. A wide smile begins to spread over the GOD’s face, and after listening to such a WICKED RIFF, he lifts up his hand. There’s the sound of electricity buzzing and cutting-- Causing most of the electronics, if not all of them, to blink and fizzle for a few seconds. At least, until there’s a blinding flash of light as electrical currents seem to go for his hand like a magnet. Sparks shoot out as the rough form of a guitar appears in what was an empty hand. Hair whips a bit at such force, but once the lights return to their normal glow, Val is left holding up a bright pink, V-shaped guitar over his head. 

All Val could do was give a jovial laugh; he was happy, and seemed to be enjoying this, in a more mutual way-- Not so much a competitive one. But that didn’t mean he didn’t like to shine himself. This man had some skill, he’d admit. Real good. But, the larger blond brings down the guitar, and with a flick of the wrist, a pick appears before he throws down a loud riff. As quick as the lightning that forged the instrument, his hands began to move over the fret board as his strumming moved in tandem. A few sparks spilled from his finger tips, falling to the floor before going out. Hopefully the lights don’t go out this time-- 

   ❝ !!!!!!!!! ❞

Dare his eyes deceive him so??

                    “ Oh– ! Do you humans create music as well?                                                                      But  h o w? “

@valhailen

💾💿– “Sweet guitar, bro,” the technomancer said, passing the blonde by after exiting the stage. “What is that, a Gibson? Fender? Never seen one like that before.”

this month is not my month apparently. every time i wanna write, some crap gotta happen. i just got hit with a cold AND mother nature decided to kick me in the uterus. so, i’m just holed up in bed until both of them decide to frick off.