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 Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 1:51 pm
Softly playing the violin. Hoping he would hear my song and finally come to me. "No luck." She kept playing in the violin for the people in the club who would listen. They were mainly people like her, who dressed like her, and gave themselves places in the economic ladder with their dresses and material things alone. Women sat and drank their tea quietly and the men smoked their pipes. She wished someone would actually comment her on the songs she wrote and played for others. "I'm...gonna take a quick break." She got up and went over to a table, letting the man at the piano do his thing. Well, this was better then playing on the streets.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 1:52 pm
Melek made his way slowly towards the girl, this strange siren. Her song had actually woken him from his daze, the hazy world he had become so use too. Perhaps she is the one who had summoned him, perhaps t'was her bidding he was to do.
He reached her table and found himself unsure of what to say. He sighed finally settleing on a way to begin conversation, "Hello, miss? My name is Melek Taus"
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Fashionable Exhibitionist
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 5:00 pm
Zlyphia was calm, her attention was focused pianist. His fingers moved like it was nothing, yet the piano was so hard to play for her. The violin told stories. Often the star of the show. She sighed at her thoughts of being able to play the piano. Her thought process was broken by the sound of someone talking close, no doubt to her.
Her blank, powder blue eyes looked up at him and she smiled. "It is very nice to meet you, Melek.." She had met someone with the name before, or maybe seen it in a book..she spoke it softly. "I'm Zlyphia." She took a sip out of the cup then looked back up at him. "Please, sit. Treat yourself to some of the delicious tea we have here." She had the odd urge to reach up to his face and touch where the red tear stains fell. Was it that he cried blood? So much that the stains remained? The aura it gave off was a sad one.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 11:57 am
He was quite stunned by the blankness of her eyes. He hadn't noticed this when she was playing. Of course he hadn't really payed much attention, the music hadn't reached him until nerely the end of her last song. He had only looked up in time to see her leaving the stage. He had been deep in thought wondering when his time here would be completed, longing for home. He had been on the verge of his tears which physically hurt him and left him faint and exhausted, his own special curse for being tied to this plane, when he heard the song. It had pulled him from his sadness. He had listened a while before looking up, enjoying the first bit of happiness he had felt since being here. And this is when it had occured to him that perhaps she was the one who had called on him, perhaps this had been the call he had been waiting for.
Melek grabbed a chair and pulled it out turning so it may face her. He leaned in arms resting on his knees. "What is it that you require my lady" he asked with immense seriousness.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 6:30 pm
Zlyphia gave him a look, well if her eyes could tell a story..they wouldn't say much. She giggled for a moment, it was a cute one. Like she was in her teen years again. But she stopped when she had to think of if she had seen him before.
She took several more silent sips of tea. Minutes inched on by the clock and she let the music flow. The pianist finished his songs and a cello player started to play his melody to the club. She watched the bow move along the strong strings, it looked almost painful.
"Require? My Lady?" It's not like she hadn't heard these things before but she realized no one by his name had crossed her path. "Are you wishing to...serve me? You could not give me the one thing I want....I" I want to be loved. The words hung on her tongue, she shut up quickly and went back to her tea. As much as she was used to the eyes on her all the time his eyes seemed to linger in wait of something.
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