the song of the golden dragon [ open / guitar human au ]

Freya Santos
- the Typhoon
- black mongoose
- moody, pessimistic

It had been a long time since Freya heard any form of instrumental music. She'd always adored the sound of a softly-strummed guitar, especially when played correctly. Of course the sound had attracted her attention, her gaze flitting left and right until finally finding Desperado's form and immediately studied the guitar in his hands, her eyes lighting up as she watched him play. Freya stood from her cross-legged position in the sand and began to make her way down the beach, hands shoved into her pockets.

She settled herself down beside him and sat quietly, watching his fingers move along the strings as he played. Brown irises flitted to the teenager approaching, a kind smile pulling at her lips in greeting before she returned her attention to Des.