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[onabutton]

Arthur was outside the compound again, in pretty much the same spot that he normally occupied as she played some simple song on the guitar. He was getting better with it, in fact he was even able to play most of what he had attempted to learn at the right speed, and there was less hunting to find the right chords

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[saveyourpoison]

There was music. Played by an instrument Orpheus did not know the sound of. He could hear it had strings, but the way it ressonated was so different from his lyre. As if someone had put a lyre in a box.

It drew him closer and he was so intent on the sound and the instrument - when it came into sight - that it escaped him who was playing it. For a while. And then he blushed, just faintly, and hoped that it wasn't noticeable.

"You play." He smiled. The fact that Arthur was a musician made him even more special in Orpheus' eyes.

[onabutton]

He grinned up at Orpheus. "I'm still learning." He gestured for the other man to sit next to him. "Somehow I feel I'm way too old to be starting now." But it always felt right, and maybe deep down he felt a connection to Ghost when he did.

[saveyourpoison]

"Never too old," Orpheus assured him with a smile and sat down next to Arthur. "And sounds fine."
He gave the instrument a closer inspection now that he was close. Strings drawn across a box. Much as it sounded. A hole in the box for the sound. Screws to adjust the strings. It was smooth and pretty too, reflecting a bit of light in the surface. He wanted to touch it. "What is it?"

[onabutton]

He grinned. "Thank you." He didn't think it sounded so fine, but at least he wasn't totally emberassing himself.

"It's called a guitar." His eyebrows furrowed. "I don't much about how it was developed, but if you wanted to know there should be someone who could tell you about it." Maybe the bookshelf would be cooperative.