The roof, Wednesday night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had her guitar, a blanket, a pair of fingerless gloves, and a mug of tea up on the roof with her.

She was plucking a moderately complex melody on the guitar. She was singing.

The two . . . didn't really match up.

But it was the thought that counted.

Hail to those who have come from the sunlight that surrounds you
Pray for those who have gone from the sunlight that surrounds you
Hail to those who have come from the sunlight that surrounds you
Pray for those who have gone from the sunlight that surrounds you
Pretend all the good things are for you

Hail to those who have come from the sunlight that surrounds you
Hail to whatever you’ve found in the sunlight that surrounds you
Pretend all the good things are for you, pretend all the good things are for me too
And the weather changes not halfway between your house and mine

Pretend all the good things are for you, pretend all the good things are for me too
And the weather changes not halfway between your house and mine
And all of the good things are for me, and all of the good things are for you too
And the weather changes not halfway between your house and mine

Yep, Bel's plants were definitely going to grow up emo.