12.Jul.13, 07:59 AM
There was no reason for B’jin to be at all suspicious of Valerian’s motives for asking him to come around – and the greenrider was less than surprised when said visit resulted in him being curled up on the bluerider’s couch with a sheet of parchment in front of his nose and a glass of water perched on the floor. It was a very typical visit, and B’jin was content and more than a little pleased to read whatever his young harper friend had been up to, and give his opinion on it. B’jin was very quietly pleased to have someone interested in writing for him again – it had been far too many turns since someone had specifically written with his voice in mind, and B’jin had missed it a lot more than he’d realised.
Perhaps that was why the current song in hand was so strange ot him; he’d been expecting something more… Valerian, and what he was reading wasn’t it. “I dunno,” B’jin murmured, frowning slightly as he finally answered Valerian – he had pointedly ignored the prompt for a good two minutes as he re-read what was in his hands. “It’s not bad, but it doesn’t read like you.” B’jin scrunched his nose up, tilting his left hand one way and the other in a wishy-washy motion, ending it in a shrug.
The lyrics – he assumed it was a song, despite the lack of music written on the sheet – were good, but the words were different from the ones usually used in Valerian’s music, and it threw B’jin off slightly. “You usually use more flowery words.” The lyrics of the song in his hand were very straightforward; there were no fancy metaphors or hinted at things between the lines. It was blunt, and honest, and B’jin frowned at Valerian in confusion as he lifted his gaze from the neatly written words, to the young bluerider.
The greenrider shrugged again. “It’s singable. What music are you going to put with it?”
Perhaps that was why the current song in hand was so strange ot him; he’d been expecting something more… Valerian, and what he was reading wasn’t it. “I dunno,” B’jin murmured, frowning slightly as he finally answered Valerian – he had pointedly ignored the prompt for a good two minutes as he re-read what was in his hands. “It’s not bad, but it doesn’t read like you.” B’jin scrunched his nose up, tilting his left hand one way and the other in a wishy-washy motion, ending it in a shrug.
The lyrics – he assumed it was a song, despite the lack of music written on the sheet – were good, but the words were different from the ones usually used in Valerian’s music, and it threw B’jin off slightly. “You usually use more flowery words.” The lyrics of the song in his hand were very straightforward; there were no fancy metaphors or hinted at things between the lines. It was blunt, and honest, and B’jin frowned at Valerian in confusion as he lifted his gaze from the neatly written words, to the young bluerider.
The greenrider shrugged again. “It’s singable. What music are you going to put with it?”