http://lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lackofdarkwings.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-02-09 12:49 am

Blue Sunny Day

Matt had refused to go near the City, or near the others for a while. He had a lot to think about.

So with his guitar slung over his shoulder, he had gone to the furthest reaches of the beach area, using an ability he kept under wraps. Shouldn't be people from a few miles at least, unless they had followed him doggedly.

Unslinging his guitar, he settled on a rock and started to play.

Early light that burns my eyes,
A minute more the sun will rise
And paint the bright blue sky with yellow gold
I’ll be dead asleep by then,
Shut up in this box again
Until it’s gone
Outside I can hear it
Birds are singing, bees are buzzing, sun shines overhead
I’d be there to see it but I can’t get out of bed
Since the day you left the weather always feels this way
One more blue sunny day


With a heavy sigh, he continued to play in the midst of the wonderful lakeside view he found.

[identity profile] kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com 2011-02-10 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
And she sat there by him, listening quietly, head to his shoulder.

There were no words to describe how happy she'd felt with him, how he had made things more bearable on the ship. But he was right: this was something that had been coming, and with Aang here, she knew that things were going to change.

So she would stay by him, as boyfriend and girlfriend one more day, listening to him do what she loved best: expressing himself in song.