โ โ โ โ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐โ? โ โ โ โ
โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โ@soundofzaun.bsky.social ยท last yr.โ โ โ โ mic check, one-two. โ โ โ โ
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@soundofzaun.bsky.social
โ โ โ โ ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ง ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐. ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ก๐๐๐. ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ. ๐๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฒ. โ โ โ โ โ โ was never the best, but damn was i good. โ โ โ โ mdni.
โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โ@soundofzaun.bsky.social ยท last yr.โ โ โ โ mic check, one-two. โ โ โ โ
โ โ โ โ ๐ค๐ป โ โ โ โ
a deep breath, and the diva recollects herself, a thumb subtly killing off any tears that might give her away. she leaned back and snickered. "random providence it is, will." the smile on her face was untamable. already, she was thinking of names for the place. "how'd you even get this...?"
William the Pianist@piltoverpianist.bsky.social ยท 2y agorandom providence?" He chuckled awkwardly.
scratch stares across at will. for a moment, there's a subtle crystalline glint over her golden irises. her gaze follows his hand, in silence. finally, the diva takes it, there's a tremble in her grip. then she pulls him into a tight, grateful hug. only partly so he can't see her cry.
William the Pianist@piltoverpianist.bsky.social ยท 2y ago"Legitimately reviewed under Zaun laws and charter. Congrats, Scratch, you have your own building." He smiled lightly and offered a hand to shake.
แช fun fact: with her lack of any formal education, paired with an undiagnosed case of dyslexia, scratch can hardly read at all. it's a focal point of a lot of insecurity for the diva, and something she hides from even her closest friends.
she's squinting at the paper, unsure what it could be, half expecting some kind of joke. the few familiar words she does recognize are enough for her to make it out; the address, the word 'ownership.' a stamp. her eyes lift from the dry ink. "willโ" her voice stalled into a squeak. "is this...?"
William the Pianist@piltoverpianist.bsky.social ยท 2y agoHe made a copy of the keys to the fully restored community music center for @soundofzaun.bsky.social, along with a copy of the deed to be delivered to her. He may have fixed it up but he knew the ownership rightfully belonged to her, and if not Scratch, then Zaun itself.
โ โ โ โ there's this stray cat that roams around zaun every now and then. diva's crazy about her. ๐ค โ โ โ โ
โ โ โ canโt sleep again, so sheโs sitting on the bridge hanging above the lanes, a barely functioning walkman sputtering her favorite album to her. โ โ โ
โ โ โ streeeeetch. crack, crack. pop, crackcrackcrack. โ โ โ
โ โ โ squinting at her phone. โ โ โ
โ โ โ waking up way too late, face buried in a mountain of pillows. a long pained groan muffling out from within. โ โ โ
โ โ โ can always count on you. ๐ โ โ โ
โ โ โ SCREAMS. โ โ โ
โ โ โ โneverโ never lasts. โ โ โ
scratch followed his gaze as it dropped. โyou still play as much?โ her chin nudged towards his arm as considerate as she could manage. โyouโre always welcome at the studio, billy. pianoโs only 72 keys, butโฆโ she shrugged.
William the Pianist@piltoverpianist.bsky.social ยท 2y agoHe sighed and lowered his gaze. "It has been a while since I made my own music. Piltover has always been a place that favorited stagnancy in the arts, including mine. I've never played a single one of my own compositions at the Theater. They were only for me, and Howl, when he was around."
โ โ โ she kissed her teeth and shrugged. โbeen smoother. you know how it is.โ โ โ โ
William the Pianist@piltoverpianist.bsky.social ยท 2y agoHe gave a proud smile. "Appreciate it. How goes the creative process?"
โ โ โ ( a quick power chord erupts from her guitar. she shoots him a smile. ) billy it is. โ โ โ โ
William the Pianist@piltoverpianist.bsky.social ยท 2y agoHe chuckled. "I prefer Billy if we're using nicknames."
โ โ โ โ ( eyes lifting from her notebook, darting left, then right. a nonverbal, subtle nudge of her head serving as confirmation. ) taylor swift and jasmine teaโฆ topside princessโll be the death of me. โ โ โ โ
โ โ โ โ you know it, willy. ๐ค๐ป โ โ โ โ
William the Pianist@piltoverpianist.bsky.social ยท 2y agoGo get it, Queen.
think the underground would disown me forever if i drank โjasmine tea,โ doll. ๐ง
โ โ โ โ coffee instead of 'contraband' tonight. she's got songs to write. โ โ โ โ
โ โ โ โ yeesh. โ โ โ โ
โ โ โ โ if i were an animal, i'd like to be an eagle. you think one of the doctors could give me wings...? โ โ โ โ
โ โ โ โ snoring on the couch, her guitar in hand still. โ โ โ โ
โ โ โ โ joint between her lips, guitar in her lap with boots kicked up. blowing smoke through her nose while she toys with some new riffs. โ โ โ โ
โ โ โ โ how tall is the mohawk again? โ โ โ โ