Sing Sweet Nightingale had always been aptly titled for this particular fable set wandering within the realm of the Mundanes as if she were one of them truly besides in the appearance he glamour had given her —one she’d become quite fond of with porcelain flesh free of blemishes and dark eyes that gave absolutely nothing away.
It had given her a sense of nostalgia having long since shed her name to many people she encountered for one she’d picked up to remind her of everything that had gone up in just that -Blaze. The atmosphere had been calm and alluring and her heart which beat faster than the others had calmed and smoothed and like that she had known that this was where she ought to be in all of the glory her voice laced with the unknown could provide…and glory it had been.
Time barely passed before the establishment had become the competitor to rule them all with her as their main attraction —one voice to rule them all they said and she took the praise knowingly. Arrogant? Perhaps but one could never deny facts and they were prove again and again as she mounted the stage and the patrons fell into time with her words and her beats and filled their souls as no other being on this plane could…much like she was going to do now.
Mahogany tresses had been curled and styled to cascade down the left side of her hair and only interrupted by the flower adornment that sat nestled like silk against them and was the only other contrast to the darkly lined eyes and the shadow colored dress that sheathed her body tightly, pronouncing what she had in a sweetheart cut that flirted with with the floor as she moved past the patrons and the whistles she was used to hearing greeted her. Confident movements allowed her to climb the steps with ease and stand in front of the old time styled microphone and flicker her eyes around at the patrons to scope out her crowd before hand while her band readied themselves.
The pickings had seemed slim, almost bleak until a startling face off by himself graced her eyes and she zeroed in on them quickly, making sure to let her lips curl in a flirty smile to not seem as intense before those very same tiers parted and the words flowed easily:
[ ♫ - Birds flying high….you know what I feel
sun in the sky….you know how I feel
breeze drifting on by…you know how I feel
it’s a new dawn
it’s a new day
it’s a new life for me
and I’m feeling good ]
The song had been a favorite of the club for some time and she’d decided to break it out again after a few months break. She wasn’t sure if most of the people knew what they meant, the song an English favorite, but she didn’t care much. It was the flow of the band as she rocked from side to side lightly, arms moving as if telling a story until the last sound of the trumpet faded away and applause was given to her as she exited, nodding here and there at regulars before sashaying her way to the same man she’d seen earlier.
"It’s always nice to see new faces….I hope you find our little establishment up to your tastes Mister…?" The trill of her words calming slightly as if incentive for him to grace her with his name as she searched his face for clues of any kind.
The bartender returned with his whisky, and the fable leaned against the table while holding the glass by his fingertips. Whisky, strong liquor in general, seemed to be his only saviour in the Mundane world. As depressing as it sounded that was the harsh truth. A truth that had been gnawing at his being for decades and those to come. And with that, he took a sip of his whisky.
Though his depressing line of thoughts were disrupted by the sudden cat whistles and sound of heels clicking against the floor. With an eyebrow arched he lifted his head, watching as a female made her way behind the microphone. His eyes shifted to the band as they counted down the beat, and she began singing.
Oh indeed it was a lovely voice, but only with the all to wrong audience. The patrons from earlier were still in front, drinking and smiling gleefully, as they listened to her singing voice. That was no the case for Won Bin.
[ it’s a new life for me
and I’m feeling good ]
It had been ages since he had been able to appreciate music, now was not one of them either. He admitted to himself that the voice was a nice one, familiar at that too, but nothing for him. Music evolved to noise, noise he could do without. But as he lifted his head, glancing over to the songstress he couldn’t help but feel the all too familiar feeling he got once seeing a fellow fable. He wrinkled his nose before sighing. Wherever he went he seemed to come across a fellow fable, no exception to the rule.
He blurred out the song, simply focusing on the brown alcohol in his glass. It didn’t occur to him the band has stopped until a voice seemingly called out to him. Raising his head to find the source of the soothing voice. It took him a few seconds before even registering her question. “Won Bin.”, he simply stated as an answer and took his time to take in her face. The chirping light tone of her voice tugged at a familiar part of him but he had no way of matching her face to anyone he knew of.
He was halfway waiting for her to say his name, be it Mundane or Fable, or simply letting him know who she were. He never did like this game of guessing he had to go through a lot of the time. Then again he supposed that was his fate, stuck in this world where nearly everyone had new facades.