Colors [closed]

There weren't as many people in the studios as she might have expected.

Dakota walked down the halls with her hands folded neatly behind her back, letting her warm eyes wander around and look at the many different rooms, listening to the soft sound of paintbrushes and scribbles, of horns and flutes and violins, and the thoughts of those who accompanied their work. She softly hummed to herself, avoiding the glances of those few she passed, mostly Autumns. In truth, she had little reason to be here other than to satisfy her own curiosity. The Spring couldn't draw much more than a stick man and had no real desire to pick up any of her old lessons.

She might have turned around and left then if she hadn't picked up on a familiar voice then. The red-head paused, turning to see a room with the door mostly closed. Kota walked up slowly, pausing outside the door and gently pulling it open, peeking her head inside. She wasn't quite sure if he would want to be bothered, or if she could say hello...

Jayden sat atop an amp with his legs crossed, red electric guitar guitar laid across his lap. The jarring sound of the chords danced down the hallway through the ajar door, but he had it turned down low enough so it wouldn't disturb the peace of those working throughout the studios. It was just a soft background music, mingling with other instruments as other students practiced away. It was possibly his favorite sound. The coexistence of artists at work, each so far away in their own little world, unaware of the whole picture they were creating as one. But maybe that was just the Autumn in him talking.

At this point, he was just plucking away at the strings absentmindedly, leaning against the wall and looking up at the ceiling. He wasn't thinking of anything in particular, letting his thoughts wander and roam carelessly as he enjoyed the peaceful moment.

He almost missed the sound of the door over the sounds of his halfhearted attempt at music, but a movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. He sat up quickly, realizing who was at the door. A soft smile immediately crossed his face and he stopped playing for a moment. Out of habit, he waved hello, but he knew that she could tell that he was happy to see her from his brightened thoughts.

"Dakota."

The Spring found herself still in the doorway, her hand on the wooden frame, and her green eyes looking him over. It was a rather pretty scene, she had to admit. The soft sounds of the guitar, the way the warm evening light poured into the lightly dusted windows, and of course, he was pretty, well, pretty himself. Pretty handsome... He looked like such a goofball the first time they'd bumped into eachother, literally.

Well, he sort of did still look like one, she thought to herself as he finally smiled up at her. Her cheeks were flushed ever-so-slightly, and she was thankful then she couod read his mind, not the ither way around.

Dakota immediately shot him a smile back, taking a few steps inside and letting the door click close behind her."Jayden," She mused, walking closer up to him and gazing up as he sat perched on the old amp. "Didn't mean to interrupt. You look so busy."

He had only met her once before, and by literally running into her, of all things. Their first meeting had admittedly been a bit hectic, and they hadn't been alone, but at the time he'd been ecstatic to find out that she could read his mind. Most people probably felt exposed by the fact, and it wasn't like he didn't feel that way as well, but it wasn't often he could talk to people so effortlessly. His family, Noa, Casey, and now her. He appreciated it.

There was that, and there was the fact that she just seemed like good company to keep. Especially now, in the blissful moment he found himself in. She was a welcome part of it. He waved his hand dismissively. "Not busy, just wasting time." He gestured to the open seat in the room, which he had opted out of to sit on the amp instead. "How've you been?"

Dakota smiled softly to herself, although his own thoughts were nothing but a passing feeling to him, to her it was a heart-warming validation. Her family and friends, her parents in particular, had often scorned at the idea of her gift - and insisted that she could live on with her life without it. After all, such a strange gift would drive most people off, wouldn't it? But to Jayden, it clearly meant something different. In it's own funny way, it only brought the two of them closer together.

"Thank you." The Spring gave him a small nod of acknowledgement and took the seat beside him.

Call her crazy, but it was a nice thought to her that maybe, just maybe, the two of them were bound to bump into each other in that hallway. She often liked to think of pleasant things as fate or destiny (after all, there had to be some sort of order to life, just like the rest of the universe). What was more wonderful than this? Her gift complimented him so nicely. Perhaps they were supposed to be friends for a reason.

Her green eyes flickered back up towards him as he sat slouched and lazy. In that dim light, she could make out warm eyes, a deep red it almost seemed. Something about that soft gaze caused her stomach to stir. "Can't complain, but I'm somewhat disappointed..." Kota mused with a small shrug, "Someone never sent that fruit basket." Her smile turned sly and teasing.