Post by Luke Hexcaster on Apr 22, 2013 21:58:24 GMT -5
"Ha! Maybe as long as you have the patience for your teacher that is! I am not the easiest person to be the one teaching. But still, sure, I'll adopt you into the circus format of Shadowhunter training. I'll set you up with a safety harness and I'll put a net up. You know, baby steps," he shrugged. It wasn't that easy for him his first time up on the ropes. He fell a couple times, actually hit the ground a few times.
"Well," he preformed a fake hair flip, "You'll just have to deal with me then. I mean, I don't want to brag, but I am pretty handsome. Just saying," They shared a love for fake haughty voices, Luke guessed. He wasn't that clever or handsome to be blunt. He was strategic, but not that clever.
"This is an ocarina," he said raising the flute in his hand, "It's basically a flute, it just has a bit more of a minor, or sad/dark, tone to it. It's more reedy than other flutes. I like it due to its ability to preform perfectly with a pipe organ, another one of my special instruments I play," he pulled his hand out of Clary's. He felt a little tug at first, like she didn't want to let his hand go, but she let him free. Luke placed his lips on the clay instrument, and his fingers over the certain holes. He remembered a song his grandfather taught him, Indigo Memories. He blew, his breath entering the flute and exiting after causing the air itself to vibrate, creating a hollow, reedy sound.
The flute's song echoed through the empty shop. Off of bookshelves, the counter, and off of the walls. The sound reverberated back to them. When he reached the end of the song he switched to a more upbeat one. A Battle of Wits. His grandfather played it when he played poker, saying it was a good luck song. The song had quick, short notes, however in a mixture of the minor and major scales, creating a neutral, but fast-paced song. He swayed to the song, slowly to keep time.
When he had finally finished, he looked at Clary, "What'd you think?" he asked placing the flute on the counter.
"Well," he preformed a fake hair flip, "You'll just have to deal with me then. I mean, I don't want to brag, but I am pretty handsome. Just saying," They shared a love for fake haughty voices, Luke guessed. He wasn't that clever or handsome to be blunt. He was strategic, but not that clever.
"This is an ocarina," he said raising the flute in his hand, "It's basically a flute, it just has a bit more of a minor, or sad/dark, tone to it. It's more reedy than other flutes. I like it due to its ability to preform perfectly with a pipe organ, another one of my special instruments I play," he pulled his hand out of Clary's. He felt a little tug at first, like she didn't want to let his hand go, but she let him free. Luke placed his lips on the clay instrument, and his fingers over the certain holes. He remembered a song his grandfather taught him, Indigo Memories. He blew, his breath entering the flute and exiting after causing the air itself to vibrate, creating a hollow, reedy sound.
The flute's song echoed through the empty shop. Off of bookshelves, the counter, and off of the walls. The sound reverberated back to them. When he reached the end of the song he switched to a more upbeat one. A Battle of Wits. His grandfather played it when he played poker, saying it was a good luck song. The song had quick, short notes, however in a mixture of the minor and major scales, creating a neutral, but fast-paced song. He swayed to the song, slowly to keep time.
When he had finally finished, he looked at Clary, "What'd you think?" he asked placing the flute on the counter.