Into the night.

Draco Salem Virtus

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Tatooine Wastelands
1900 Hours

Draco Virtus would feel the vibrations from his guitar strings hum off his fingers. The vibrating chords playing a melodic tune quietly to himself as his back pushed up against the lip of a half buried AT-AT in the sand. Old and long forgotten as the sand slowly day by day consumed it in its sand and made it part of the area around him. The setting of the suns slowly leaving an orange glow and warmth across his face and beard. His fingers continuing to strike the chords and slide up and down the neck of the guitar as his tune was relaxing and methodically deep. His closed eyes continuing to let his hands do the work without a struggle as his mind wandered off in its own world. The memories of family, past horrors and beautiful welcoming's all fleshing into one solid slide work in his mind. A slight breeze picked up from the North east and small bits of sand particles collided against his face but he remained unbothered. He spent majority of his life in Tatooine and many things became familiar and mundane for him. The weather being one.

Though for what ever it was worth he found comfort in the wastelands. The almost near silence was something he longed for when he was out on a mission. The casual bellow far far off in the distance of a Tuskan raider always set the tone for how isolated but dangerous it could be out here. Though it never bothered him. The tunes of his melody from his guitar only audible to him as he played quietly and let the sounds of raiders and the casual creak of the AT's old mechanical body filling the void. Finally when he hit a note he could use one hand for to hold the chord he would let his free hand rise and tap his cowbow hat up. His eyes scanning the horizon as every so often a ship would stream in one direction or another. Travelling over the dunes and endless vast of sand beneath them. A smirk almost forming across his face as his lips pursed. Letting his free hand gloss over a bottle with the cap loosely over it to prevent it from getting sand inside of it.

With almost no real effort of a turn the cap would come off. Calmly and slowly setting it down on his lap as his free hand took the neck of the bottle and brought it to his lips. Letting a mouthful of the strong liquid hit his mouth and throat. Swallowing it refreshingly like it was water as he set the bottle back down and put the cap back on it with the same amount of effort. Just enough from it to fall off. The burning liquid stinging his throat but going down smooth as his hands reverted back to the guitar and continued playing its rhythmic tune. Through all the hustle and bustle of the city life, Draco could die happy here just like this. Letting his hand work the chords as the last remaining light from the suns sank lower on his face from setting and eventually leaving him in darkness as he hummed to himself quietly into the night.







 
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