(http://i64.tinypic.com/b8367n.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ebony Rain<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong>Bronze Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>gay<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Lucius Tamaros, [Open for now]<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>His sorrow-filled song reached a happy peak-- maybe, happy wasn’t the right word. The way the tones seemed to blend together made it feel complete, and free from the sorrow that it once had. It was almost as if the song had found it’s ‘relief’, and was able to move on to another place. The last drag of the bow was met with a powerful exhale, and the boy would literally seem to be panting from such an expressive performance-- by such a powerful feeling, and movement. He loved it when it was like this,; and when he was in the moment, he felt as if his music was almost a spiritual experience.<br/><br/>His blue-hues would seem to slide upon, and the sound of clapping would cause him to immediately turn towards their maker. The slightest of hues seemed to grace his cheek, and although his body took on an air of confidence, he felt a little shy playing in front of an ‘audience’. “Uh...Thank you…?” It came out as move of a question, and as the other male walked towards him, he couldn’t help but take in his appearance. God...He looked so strong. This man had a strange spiritual feel about him, and his body seemed to almost ooze a primal sensation-- on top of that, his eyes seemed kind and expression. It would seem that Ebony had been staring for a little while…<br/><br/>When he introduced himself, the boy would tear himself away from his admiration-- after a little shake of his head, he would extend his own fragile hand, and grip the other’s in a firm shake. “Ebony Flourette Rain, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The corners of his painted mouth would curl into a smile, and those almost innocent hues would meet with the strong hues of the professor. “Go for it; I like direct.” Ebony would comment, and would move away from the other to place his instrument away.<br/><br/>He blushed as the other praised his playing-- which, surprisingly, was one place that he didn’t act boastful. He loved his music, but there was so much talent out there, that the androgynous boy felt a little out of their league. “Formal training…?” He repeated, and his gaze would linger upon his violin.<br/><br/>He rose to his feet, and his gaze would once more find the hues of the other male. The boy stared at them-- it was almost as if he was searching in them, before he would make a response. Finally, with his case held in front of his skirt, he would begin to speak. “I...Do you think I can do it?” He would ask; his voice sounding a little unsure. Damn...Why was he acting so nervous? He turned his gaze away from the other male, and that blush would seem to grow darker by the second. He stared at himself, and silently cursed this behavior-- this wasn’t him. After straightening himself up, the boy would turn his burning face back towards the professor-- and though his voice still sounded a bit unsure, he would speak. “I’ll do it...”