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 Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:14 pm
It was hard to think that another year had gone by, that he had finished all of his finals for the semester, that is was almost june. That this year he might not even go home - this was an odd thought by itself. His mother was touring, and her father had, for once, decided to follow her.
Perhaps at the end of august...
The purple-haired boy sighed softly. The weather was nice today, the air warm and fragrant with the smell of flowers. It was a perfect day to play in the park, something he had not done in quite some time.
This was the only kind of attention he did not mind too much - perhaps it helped that most people simply went on their way in spite of his playing. Daniel sat on the bench, and carefully opened the case containing his violin. His book of sheet music was kept safe on the bench, and it took only a minute or so of tuning before he was playing.
Just a moment of normality in Destiny City. Gods knew the town needed it.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 3:22 pm
At first she found herself walking, one step at a time to the hum and ebb of the music, the purrr of the bow over the violin strings, but as she neared the source her steps slowed, the sharp click of the tiny metal tabs on her boots slowing , but still matching at a slower metronome the music that poured forth from the nimble fingers.
She found herself a place to watch, somewhere she wouldn't feel like she was intruding, just leaning against a tree and watching, her eyes half lidded as the wind tugged at her hair, freeing long black strands from her otherwise carefully twisted half-bun.
She hoped he didn't mind... she must have looked odd to some dressed in so much black and lace despite the weather, she'd lacked the mood for even the more somber colors of late... not since her sister vanished...much the same way Caine had...
And there had been Lyra too... so much loss, everything seemed to slip through her fingers like sand and she couldn't say why. This, this moment of peace was as refreshing as the wind over her face.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 4:13 pm
At first, he didn't notice her, eyes kept squarely on the sheet music less he miss a note - there was nothing more embarrassing than messing up in public, or so his mother said.
He was inclined to agree with her. When you messed up that was when everyone turned around and stared.
Eventually, though, that little sense that told you someone was staring started to ring little warning bells in his mind, and that was when he looked up... and saw her.
It was hard to miss her, dressed in black as she was - black and lace, like if she had came straight out of a fairytale - and for a moment he could do nothing but watch, bow slowing to stillness on the strings of the violin.
He looked a bit like a child caught with his hands in the cookie jar.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 4:22 pm
the realization that he had drawn to a stop came slowly, as the music ebbed to a stop, the realization that he was gazing at her... came more quickly though turning the pale of her cheeks to an apple blossom blush, her lips parting to a small 'o' of lavender painted surprise.
She glanced down to the pointed toes of her high button boots and twisted the toe of one into the pressed dirt beneath them before she glanced up again with a smile, pushing loose strands of hair behind her ear.
"I didn't mean to startle you..." She said quietly. "You play beautifully!" She smoothed her hands over the many layers of fabric, Her fingernails too were painted, a black crackle over a deep red. "I hope you didn't mind... don't mind." she corrected herself.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 4:29 pm
And now she was looking at him. ...What had he been thinking about, again ?
Oh, right...
"Thank you." His voice seemed barely over a whisper. "Ahh, I mean... Thank you." A little more audible, this time. "I don't mind at all."
After all, if he truly minded, why would he be playing outside to begin with ? He didn't remember where he had stopped, so he settled to simply playing the song from the beginning again.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 4:38 pm
She made a small pleased sound when he began again, she had missed part of the introduction of the song. Her crimson eyes closed for a moment and she swayed ever so slightly back and forth to the music.
A very soft, almost a whisper of a hum accompanied him, her fingers waved through the air as though she were chasing each line of notes, each cord, each octave as it danced around her.
This.. she needed this. She needed it as much as she had needed to find 'Chibi Moon.'... it was a reminder of what she was fighting for. A reminder that the world did not stop at the borders of her life.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 4:52 pm
He couldn't help but watch her at from the corner of his eyes even as he was focusing on his sheet music, and he couldn't help but smile at her reactions, at the way she moved. She looked graceful, some kind of innate grace that wasn't often seen.
The lace suited her perfectly, even if it had to be really hot in all black - there was no denying it.
He stopped to turn the page, then started up again.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 4:55 pm
She moved cautiously closer, as though she were asking silent permission to move into his 'personal' space and then rested her fingers at the top corner of the next page, waiting, and glancing at the sheet... offering to turn that page for him when he needed that the music might continue without pause.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 5:02 pm
Her coming closer didn't seem to bother him - it was talking to people that was hard, really - he had nothing against others close to him, per se. Well, at long as said others weren't shoving him in lockers. Thankfully he had grown too tall for that quite a few years ago.
He nodded at her, understanding what she meant to do, and continued along - finally giving her another nod of the head when it was time to turn the page.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 5:19 pm
She turned the page and watched his eyes as they scanned over the notes, she could read music well enough in that she knew how to follow it to sing. She followed other patterns better though, tailoring clothing and sewing fabric to its own sort of music, the rise and fall of a needle though cloth.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 5:25 pm
This was the last page for this one, and a quick break was probably in order, especially now that he had company. That was the right thing to do, right ? People always made him nervous, in a way.
He continued along the notes, until he got to the end, and then he let his arm fall down, letting the violin rest in his lap. "Was that... good enough ?" He asked, clearly sheepish.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 5:39 pm
She blinked in surprise, her head tilting almost owl like as she took in his words and rolled them over in her mind. "It... was amazing." she said earnestly, reaching in an almost unconscious gesture to brush fingers against his shoulder before drawing them back.
"You're very talented! I wouldn't have stopped if you hadn't been...I mean I might have but just to be polite, but not for so long." She said with a small laugh that was half musical sincerity and just a hint of blushing nerves.
She glanced down at her toes again before glancing back up, meeting his pale eyes with her own. "My name is Ume..."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 6:03 pm
"Ah... Thank you..." His voice had wavered back into that near whisper tone, the textbook definition of an indoor voice. Up this close, however, hearing him wouldn't be too hard. There was still an accent to his words, something foreign right there with how he pronounced his letters.
"M-My name is Daniel." He answered in turn, tilting his head forward as a greeting. His hands were somewhat occupied at the moment - and he certainly didn't want to drop his violin ! He'd broke strings last time and it had been such a hassle to mail it all the way to Germany for repairs...
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 6:39 pm
"Am I making you nervous?" She asked tilting her head the other way, it made the long black waves of her hair sway as the loose strands were once again lifted to tease across her face.
"I don't mean to... I can go if you'd like... " but she made no move yet to leave, not without some clear sign from him. "Where are you from?" She added boldly.
The idea that he might be from 'elsewhere' was fascinating. She wondered if he was adopted like she was, or if he were just someone fortunate enough to have seen more than this city... someday she would. Someday she hoped to at least see in passing the people whom had given her up, if she ever spoke to them was another story though.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 6:04 pm
"A-Ah, no, don't go !" It all came out in a jumble, and his face colored with embarrassment. He didn't want her to go ! "E-Everyone makes me nervous." Daniel said, with a small laugh. It was really the truth - most people made him nervous, unless he had known them for a long time. It was just easier to pass by unnoticed when one didn't know how to deal with having the attention all on himself.
"Im from Germany. My parents live there. I've been in Destiny City since I started high school. Dad wanted me to get better at english." He had always had a knack for languages to begin with, but it seemed like the plan had worked. Save for the accent, his english was pretty good.
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