Who: Sasuke (Open)
What: The youngest Uchiha attempts to clear his head
When: Late afternoon, June 29th
Rating: PG - 13 (Because you never know)
The warm breeze blew through his hair, the raven tresses bouncing about in a dance of sorts. It was already past the hottest part of the day, but the summer heat still came off of the water in waves and he watched as the swimmers climbed out of the lake for shade and refreshments. That was what most folks did for recreation, though he didn’t really want any part of it. Sasuke was content to sit far enough back on the riverbank where he could stay clear from being splashed but still be able to enjoy the majesty and the peacefulness his surroundings could give. He felt calm out here, guitar resting firmly on his lap as if it were a second appendage. When he wasn’t in classes it almost was, just as a pen and paper was to an artist; you could never question when the muses of inspiration had something to say.
Touching the smooth body of the guitar, Sasuke felt the power of the strings beneath his arms. The command they took of the whole instrument when they found themselves tenderly stroked by his soft, passionate fingers. His family could not understand the thrall of this, this idea of wanting to become some sort of “rock star” was childish and inconceivable. Of all the times that he’d wanted to be noticed – it appeared that when he did something against the norm, was when got the attention. Negative, one might add, but he supposed that was better than nothing.
Leaning his back against the tree, he allowed his fingers to do the talking and found himself whisked away to a place where he felt content.