Blacktail Deer Plateau Quite The Goofball

"it's a love song," he explained. "summoning the queen of dreams. the singer's dreams, specifically." his. how many times had he hummed that tune, hoping for that fantasy lover to appear from nowhere? how many times had he voiced those lyrics, wishing not to be alone?

but he kept such meandering, sickly sweet thoughts at bay as engel began to sing--a bit rusty at first, but showing great promise toward the end. it was almost a shame that he stopped so suddenly, pleading with aditya not to have to continue.

"no," adi said, grinning. "vah vah, kya baat hai, mere dost.well done, friend. for someone who says they can't sing, well. . .i'd like to hear your opinion of wolves who actually can't sing." he gestured around them, golden eyes glimmering with mirth. "and no dead birds fallen from the sky."