Sin:
Sin was sitting on the bed her legs crossed and back straight as she practiced her notes on the trumpet for what felt like the hundredth time. Her lips were sore, she frowned and licked them before raising the annoying instrument yet again and petting out a soft F note. With a glare she tightened her lips a bit more and blew again the F note coming out loud and clear. Sin hated practicing on this stupid thing she hated how numb her face felt after and how her fingers felt tight and achy. She knew if she just relaxed a bit it would probably get easier but relaxing was hard when she pictured how silly she looked playing the trumpet. She would look incredible sitting at a piano, or lounging with a harp, even drawing a yowling note out of a violin. Blowing on a trumpet she just looked...silly, her chest puffed, her cheeks got all bulgy and she practically went cross eyed glancing down to make sure she was pushing the right valves.

She grumbled at set the thing back in it's case moving to pour herself a glass of water and frowning as she held her lips to the rim of the glass a few moments before the feeling came back into them enough to sip.

Rosciel:
Footfalls echoed in the empty hall as Rosciel walked a few doors down to Sin's room, knocking on the door. He had stopped practicing and shrugged his favorite coat on as soon as he heard the hour chime on the small clock he had. It was as much of a pain to read clocks as it was anything else that was flat, hence why the one he had wasn't digital. And it had raised numbers. He'd practiced for two hours as Blue had asked, he might try a bit more later, but he wanted to see Sin.

Really, he should have called or something, but oddly enough he didn't have her phone number. Their entire relationship, and he didn't have her number. The realization of that fact hit him as he stopped at her door, prompting him to shake his head at the absurdity of it. In all of the drama and the class trip, he'd simply forgot to ask her for it. Smiling a bit, he knocked firmly, but not urgently, on the door, slipping his hands into his pockets to wait for her to answer. He was a light sleeper, but it wasn't uncommon for him to listen to music to a point of blocking out most sound when he was in his room. He understood that others might do this as well and had gotten used to knocking as firmly as he thought would suffice to be heard.

He could hear a loud sound through her door, a strong note from the trumpet Blue gave her. Wait a minute and then knock again, he figured. If she hadn't heard him, he'd know pretty quickly.

Sin:
Sin jerked a bit and cursed softly under her breath as she felt some water slosh onto her shirt. She sighed and set the glass down moving quickly to her closet to slip on another top before she opened the door wondering who it was. She smiled and relaxed a bit when she saw Rosc.

"Hey..." She stepped back to let him in and clamped down on the urge to hug him. Things were slowly going back to normal, classes starting back up and demon affairs raising their heads to be noticed. She closed the door behind him and then turned wondering how to manage a kiss without looking clingy...or worse desperate.

Rosciel:
Rosc slipped in when she opened the door, his eyebrows rising above his blindfold.

"Practicing hard?" he asked, turning to smile a bit at her. She hated the trumpet, he could tell that. She'd been absolutely livid when Blue had handed it to her. He wasn't too happy with the harp, either, but he knew how much she had wanted it and didn't really want to rub salt on the wound. Anyone else, maybe, but not Sin. And besides, it was an even greater in for him. If he learned how to play the stupid thing, he could try and teach her if Blue decided to keep avoiding his students' first-choices. She'd have to buy a harp for herself if Blue wouldn't let them borrow his, though. There was no way Rosc was going to buy a harp for himself.

Sin:
"Ugh, so much effort and time put into that silly thing and I despise it. Mother always says a proper demoness is well rounded...but really if she saw how foolish I look trumpeting she'd understand why I'm so against it. Still...it's the only thing that really occupies my mind enough...otherwise I go a bit crazy thinking...on everything." She bit her lip and crossed her arms slowly.

"I can't wait for classes to start up again...except maybe botany. It's not that I dislike the subject it's just dreadfully boring. I have so much else to do and so little desire to get it all done. I feel like after what's happened...we should all be allowed to go home for a little while...for a REAL vacation." She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair before smiling back at Rosc.

"I'm sorry...I don't mean to sound so whiny, come sit down, want a drink?"

Rosciel:
Rosc chuckled just a bit, wrapped his arms around her, and gave her a little kiss.
"I bet she'd ban all trumpets from her household," he replied. Sin's mother was if anything a proper demoness and proper demons did not make themselves look like toads in order to play music.

"I'm actually looking forward to classes, myself. I just hope there are more opening now that this island fiasco is over. I wouldn't mind something of a business class," he added with a nod. Part of him was even a little interested in how the demon club would work out, if it would be anything like his own or if it would be something different altogether.
She asked him to sit down but he was quite happy where he was for the moment.
A real vacation. That would be rather nice. There certainly were places he wouldn't mind taking her. He wanted to show her his house, but part of it was still closed up. And it wasn't really home anyway. The club itself was probably out of the question, but there were places the members shared that were open. A beach estate, something in the mountains, places like that.

"I think it'd only be a real vacation for me if you were there," he finally said, bringing one hand up to slide some of her hair out of her face.

Sin:
Sin slowly smiled, it was amazing how easily Rosc seemed to lift her spirits. She might have been worried about how quickly he had come to mean so much to her, but such thoughts had been shoved aside. She didn't care if caring for Rosc so much was foolish, let her be a fool then. After he had come out of that island portal...alive and whole she had just felt a sense of overwhelming relief. Trying to walk away had been hard, but when he came to her side anyway, helped her back to her dorm, she knew leaving was going to be impossible. She just tried not to write too much about it to mother, she was getting a little irritated with her subtle suggestions to 'put Rosc on ice' and 'broaden her horizons'. Sin had seen enough boils at Amityville to know that there were plenty of great ones but none quite like her Raven.

She felt his fingers slide against her cheek as he moved some of her errant strands of hair. Slowly she reached up and took his hand to examine his fingers before glancing up at him. "You've been practicing the harp..." His fingers bore the evidence as clearly as her sore lips.

Half of her wanted to echo his sentiment but she knew better, for starters she was just selfish enough that she could manage a vacation alone. Except of course she would still be missing him. Still it seemed silly to say it, besides Rosc knew how she felt without her spouting off romantic notions every time.

Rosciel:
"Yeah, my little helper reminded me that Blue wanted us to practice. Music class kind of seems... trivial, after everything that had happened on the island," Rosc replied with a shake of his head. He moved to her chaise, pulling her with him and tugged at her hand when he sat down, suggesting she join him. On the seat or elsewhere was her decision.

"The harp isn't too difficult. The strings are ordered like a piano. I doubt I'm playing it quiet right, but I at least can get a slow tune out of it. If Blue decides to properly teach us, I can show you how?" It was more of a question than a statement, he wasn't sure if she would want someone with as little experience as he had teaching her how to play the harp. He also thought about giving the little undead ghoul a hand, the cello being something he knew. He wouldn't be helping the boil, though. Rosc didn't like him.

"That reminds me. The one who got the cello, the little undead ghoul with half her face missing. Do you know her?"

Sin:
"Most things seem a bit trivial after all that...i still can't believe they..." she shook her head and sighed, no point going over it again. She followed Rosc as he moved and tugged her hand to sit beside him. With a little wriggling she was soon snuggled up against his side being careful not to place her hands anywhere behind him.

"little undead..oh! Uh...I can't recall her name, but she's a friend of Christof's he should know. Why?" Sin didn't make a point of learning too much about the undead, perhaps she was still as closed minded as her mother. Except she was trying to be a little more friendly in general...it was just tough sometimes.

Rosciel:
Rosc wrapped an arm around her, unaware how accepting she was being, remembering that he didn't like things behind him. Where his aunt had wrapped her hands... He mentally shook off that train of thought and returned his attention to his Swan.

"Blue gave her a cello, and unlike Christof," there was no hiding the annoyance in his voice, "she actually tried and didn't drop it, even though Blue gave her one that was way too big for her."
Christof would never live that down in Rosc's mind. It showed he had not respect for others' things and especially none for music. You never dropped an instrument unless there was some danger that meant you couldn't take it with you. Even then, the least you could do was set it down quickly.

He shrugged a bit.
"I could help her... I guess I'm looking for any excuse to work more with my cello than the harp. And I've never played with someone before, amateur or otherwise."

Sin:
"That sounds like it would be nice you should give her some pointers and maybe if she gets good you'll have someone to play with. I wish Blue had assigned us our instruments of choice. It was awful to make us fill out a whole preference sheet only to use it against us, I hate the trumpet." She huffed and then licked her lips for what felt like the hundredth time.

"My lips are going to end up all chapped if I don't take breaks every now and then. It's not the finger work that gets to me either, it's the blowing and blowing until my whole mouth feels numb."

Rosciel:
"I'll probably give it a shot. If she gets too chatty or something, I'll let it go," he replied with a little nod. Even if he was intending to help, the moment he didn't feel comfortable doing so he'd be gone. And probably without a word.

"Yeah, but I suppose I can kind of see where he's coming from. He wants to expose us to all kinds of music, not just what we want to know. It sucks, but it's clever." Rosc brought his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb moving to run over her lip a bit.

"Are they really numb?" he asked, also wondering if she was using some sort of lip-mosturizer. He really hated the thought of seeing her hurting in any form, her lips especially because that would make getting kisses from her rather difficult.
And he was rather beginning to enjoy those.

Sin:
"So clever...I feel like a fool blowing on that thing and trying to figure out how to carry a tune on it alone." She sighed and then smiled a bit as she felt the pressure of his thumb against her lip. "Very numb...but I can still feel that at least." Her smile faded, it hurt her cheek muscles. Her whole face felt odd after her enthusiastic attempt at playing the trumpet.

"I put on a little slimestick but it barely helps, I guess I just have to get used to the feeling." Just like Rosc's fingers would toughen up on the harp strings.

Rosciel:
"You'll get it. Besides, I bet he just wants us to mess with them a bit, get the feel for it. You're probably going to be farther along than a lot of the other students who got something they're completely unfamiliar with. I don't envy our classmates that got settled with the bagpipes..." He gave her a small smile, reassuring her as he always had when he was her dark-haired sweet-heart. At one point, he thought that would be the hardest thing to do once he had "killed" the Raven, to reassure her with his own voice, not just his words. But now that he was here, it almost felt like he had been sitting in front of her the whole time, not at a Pre-C with miles and secrets separating them.

Rosc couldn't help himself, though, when she said she could feel his touch.
"Can you feel this, too?" he asked a heartbeat before he kissed her. It was slow, but light. He didn't want to hurt her after all.

Sin:
"Maybe but some musical prodigy will probably show up with their instrument and play the perfect melody just to make us all look silly." She felt her lips curve slightly as he smiled, he tended to be able to pull reactions out of her so easily.

"Yeah bagpipes would have been way worse then the trumpet, luckily I wasn't that cursed. I'd still have loved the harp, you're so lucky, even if you don't think so."

Then he leaned in and kissed her, her eyes opened wide for a startled second before closing with a happy mumble. She could feel his lips on hers for a brief light brush more like a light wind over them.

Rosciel:
Rosc pulled slowly away after a moment, his hand still cupping her cheek.
"And how did that feel?" he asked, a bit of a smirk having replaced his smile. He had noted her smile against has lips and it had pleased him more than few things had. Although he hated to admit it sometimes, Sin really did make him happy. A part of him was still afraid to admit that, afraid that he would become too used to the happiness and lose it somehow.

He glanced over at her trumpet and moved his hand from her cheek to run through his hair a bit. He didn't want to leave, not when he'd just gotten there, but he didn't want to cause her trouble. She needed to practice, do her homework.
"I should stop distracting you and let you practice..."

Sin:
"It felt better then that brassy horn I was blowing on..." She laughed and then nodded with a sigh. She really did have to keep practicing, at least until her fingers could find the notes with ease.

"Yes...but I'd feel a little better if you stayed a while longer? It's tougher to practice alone I think I keep wanting to give it up and put the damn thing aside. There seem to be a hundred other things I'd rather do." She moved to stand and pick the trumpet back up glaring down at it.

Rosciel:
Rosc moved to set his back against the back of her chaise, reclining as Sin went to get the trumpet.
"I don't mind if it won't bother you," he replied, watching her movements as he if wanted to memorize them, so that every time he was away from her, he could picture her perfectly in his mind.

He almost wanted to ask her if she had heard anymore from her mother, but she needed to practice and that conversation could take a while. Later, later.

Sin:
"If it bothered me I wouldn't have asked...it's nice...you being here." She relaxed a bit and moved to perch back on her chair her back straight as she positioned her fingers. Curse the trumpet there was just no way to play it and look good at the same time. She placed it back up to her lips and had to set her tongue correctly before letting out a long blast. With the assurance that she was blowing correctly through she moved on to practice the notes again.

Her eyes flicked away from her fingers and towards Rosc, the notes instantly dropped, she did not want to be puffing her cheeks and looking like an idiot infront of him. She slowly turned her chair a bit, at least in profile she didn't look as foolish or cross eyed when she tried to look down at her fingers.

Rosciel:
She didn't like that he could see her playing, that much was certain. Sin thought so highly of appearances that she thought he cared how she looked when she was doing her homework.
So when she turned away, even if it was just slightly, Rosc stood and moved to stand behind her. His hands reached over her shoulders and he rested them on her collarbone.

"Relax," he said when she paused in her attempts. "Try closing your eyes. Don't pay attention yet to how you're moving your fingers, just move them, slowly. Get a feel for each sound."
The trumpet was much louder now that he was closer to it, but he would live. It got him closer to Sin, and perhaps he would be of some help while he was here.

Sin:
Sin felt soothed a bit as Rosc moved behind her, his fingers touched on her shoulders and she relaxed. She took a deep breath and tried to take his words in. Right...don't worry about how you look Sin just play. Except it wasn't that easy after years of looks being put first and always worrying about the most minute details. Still she had to let her ear hear the notes so she went through them again blowing and moving her fingers.

Rosciel:
Rosc turned his own vision off, listening just to her playing. It was hard, he knew it. He had been fortunate enough to get something he was at least somewhat familiar with. Sin was completely out of her comfort zone, so to speak, and the best thing he could do was try to help her get though the rough patch.

"Better?" he asked, his fingers moving to her shoulders to see if she was still stiff as she had been. She shouldn't slouch while playing, but she didn't have to be stiff as a board, either. She could strain something doing that.

Sin:
"Much..." She licked her lips and relaxed she tried again, and again, slowly focused more on the music simply reassured by Rosc's presence at her back. Her breathing slowly changed to allow her to play each note properly, her fingers started to move easily from one valve to the next no longer needing as much intense focus.

Rosciel:
Rosc smiled as the notes changed from scattered and forced to something more formed and fluid. He leaned on the back of the chair as he listened to her try and improve, not wanting to say anything. If he did, she might lose the state she was in and she needed to practice for class.

Sin:
She continued going over the notes, over and over, almost two hours passing before Sin lowered the trumpet and flexed her fingers surprised. Her lips were still a bit numb, or perhaps not numb but vibrating. She licked them and lifted a hand to her cheek to rub a bit before tilting her head to smile up at Rosc.

"Thank you...for staying with me...that wasn't so bad." She stood and stretched moving to set the trumpet back in it's case and close it. "Should we go and get something to eat?" She blew a raspberry and laughed, that was assuming she could bite and chew properly.

Rosciel:
Rosc had actually drifted a bit as she had practiced. He had moved his hands to rest on the top of the chair to pillow his head, letting himself listen to the instrument and just space out a bit. It certainly wasn't like listening to his usual music, but it was something and music just did that to him.
His vision flicked back on when she asked him about food and he nodded a bit.
"Sounds like a plan," he replied and gave her a quick look-over as he straightened.

"Did you want to change first? I don't really mind seeing this style on you..." He paused there to grab her hand and pull her close, a frown moving onto his face. "But I know your preferences. And plus, I'm not so sure I like sharing the view."

Sin:
"Of course I want to change, I wouldn't go out like this!" She gestured to her simple tank top and shorts. Even when she went out for a morning run, a swim, practice she didn't mind wearing simple sporty clothes. When she went out though that was a different story! She couldn't go out to eat in something so drab. She smirked a little at the frown on Rosc's lips and moved towards the closet.

"Not the jealous type are you?" She tried not to laugh as she closed the doors to her closet so she could change.

Rosciel:
Rosc crossed his arms as she fled from him to change.
"My dear Swan, ever since I met you again here at school, I've been jealous of myself. Does that answer your question?" he called back, waiting for her to return to him. Of course he was the jealous type! He had lost so much in his lifetime that when he had something wonderful, he didn't want to let go for fear he'd lose that too. Or worse, someone else, like another boil, taking that something away from him. Yes, he trusted Sin's feelings. He didn't think she would deliberately hurt him that way.

But he also didn't particularly care for other boils thinking they might still have a chance.

Sin:
"I think you handled yourself quite nicely..." Sin smirked as she stepped back out a few moments later in a corseted top and short flared skirt. She leaned down to check in her vanity running her brush through her hair a few times. "I don't blame you I suppose, I think I could be the jealous type as well." It was hard to admit though, she shouldn't have to eel jealous about anything when she had it all right? Except Sin found her life lacking quite a few quality things she hadn't realized she had been missing.

Rosciel:
If Sin could see Rosc's eyes, she would have noticed how wide they grew when she stepped out in her new outfit and breezed past him to check her appearance in her mirror. He hated the thing, glass of any kind, really, but it was a welcome distraction at the moment.
He quickly moved behind her again and this time slipped his arm around her waist, his face moving close to her ear.

"I would like to point out that this outfit is not much of an improvement on keeping me from getting jealous," he said, just a bit of a growl in his voice. That wasn't to say that he didn't like the outfit. Jack damn, it looked good on her.

Sin:
She slid a quick coat of gloss over her lips and then straightened with a mild shiver racing down her spine. Rosc's voice was positively chillingly delicious, he made her skin crawl in the best way possible. "Really? You can't tell me you don't like it?" She smirked and picked up her bat bag sliding in a compact and comb.

She slid her fingers against his for a brief touch before turning towards the door. "Come on all that trumpeting made me hungry..."

Rosciel:
"I never said I didn't like it," Rosc replied as she escaped from him. Not that he would ever hold her prisoner... Well, if she needed bed-rest, he certainly would. Like when she had hurt her ankle on that blasted island, he would have locked her in her room if he could have.

With a shake of his head, he followed her to the door, opening it for her.