paradisa | third shot

[Today found Bond (once again) in Caritas. He'd become fond of the bar. It was quiet and few people bothered him... usually.

As long as he was able to avoid anything having to do with karaoke, that is.

Today was a different matter entirely, however. He'd been sipping his drink, minding his own business when something on stage caught his eye. He glances over at the one lonely guitar sitting there, probably left there ages ago by someone long since gone from the castle. He can't say what draws him to the instrument but he drains his drink and pushes off of the bar stool, crossing to it. Picking it up he sits on the edge of the stage and plucks a few notes. It's been years since he's even touched a guitar, let alone played one, yet somehow a song comes right to mind. Without even thinking about it he starts playing and singing softly]

♪ Round and round
Round we go.
Where it stops?
Nobody knows it.
Side to side.
Back and forth. ♪
God above
And the devil below him.
You got your reasons
And I got my wants.
♪ Still get that feeling
But I'm too old to die young now.
Too old to die young now.
Above or below the ground.
Too old to die young now.
Still the good lord might lay me down. ♪

[As the last chord fades he blinks, staring down at his hands as if they belonged to someone else. He frowns]

What the bloody hell?