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 Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 10:08 am
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The flyers had been up for a bit, aged some around the corners, but after passing it again on the way home from work a decision had been made. Which was how she'd ended up here, a couple of days later, knocking almost hesitantly on the door before her.
Aloysius Sharp,according to the flyer, was a music tutor. Granted she didn't really need tutoring in music, she'd been playing the cello for far too long, but what harm was there in seeing if they'd be willing to play a bit of music with her? The worst that could be said is no, after all.
There was a bit of uncertainty now that she was here, waiting for an answer (maybe they weren't home?) but she squared her shoulders as her fingers toyed with the end of the long tank top she wore, and refused to leave. Well, wouldn't leave until she was sure Aloysius wasn't home anyway.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2017 7:51 am
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Aloyious tilted his head slightly at her proposition and then half nodded. The haze of sleep still tugged at his mind. "It is alright, once again I was merely asleep so social interaction is better than being in a coma for the day. As for your proposition.... I suppose it can be an option. Although I rarely play anymore, I have mostly been composing since my accident. But, the sun is harsh, and I do need to take my leave from its burning rays. If you can disregard the mess, please come in."
With a groaning creak, he opened the door wider and pulled himself away from the sunlight. He turned away from her and leaned down to start picking up loose sheet music as he made his way towards the coffee table beside the piano. Desiree watched quietly from her perch on top of the closed piano key cover. All the pages he picked up fit back where they belonged on his music stand. Despite the mess, he always managed to keep his whole place smelling of vanilla or hazelnut from his e liquid. It finally dawned on him that his chest was half bare,revealing his scar over where his star-seed was, and he quickly buttoned the buttons and carefully rolled down the sleeves to hide his other scars. Inside he hated himself more for what he did to himself over the years.
"Please have a seat at the coffee table, I can prepare a pot of hot water for tea, coffee or cocoa if you would like?" Limping slightly still, he made his way into the kitchen and turned on the burner underneath his tea kettle. He lit one of his cigarette with the open flame and took a drag to calm himself before putting out the cigarette once more. After waving away the smoke and spraying himself with cologne he reemerged from the kitchen and took a seat at the coffee table.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 11:57 am
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"No, please, do what you need to to take care of yourself," she replied, moving for the door to step in. Once over the threshold, she shut the door behind her.
If she was bothered by the mess, Melody said nothing and followed Aloyious further into his home. The piano made her smile and the "mess" of loose sheet music could have made her laugh. Would have if she weren't such a polite person. Because it was easy to see herself in the mess of music related things all over the place.
She had, and would not, say anything about the scars that she may or may not have seen. Melody was not the judgemental type, though he had mentioned an accident so it was natural to assume they were all from there.
"You have a lovely home," she complimented, moving to sit at the table as instructed. "And tea would be lovely, thank you~"
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2017 10:42 pm
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Cluttered though it may have been she could still see the charm that the house had to offer and honestly the clutter didn't deter from it in the least. Well, so she felt. It certainly felt homey and lived in, a stark contrast she felt to her own home some times. The maids always made it feel too clean and pristine for her tastes.
"I'm not picky, in all honesty," she replied with a fond smile to the other. "Something floral though, perhaps?" A pause for just a moment. "On second thought I would very much be interested in any of the ones you've made yourself."
Making tea was not something she did or had even really known to be a thing and the more she thought on it, the more she was curious about the types of tea he'd put together himself. She had the feeling it could be very telling of the man he was in some way. And that idea made her smile just a tad more even as she ignored how much her interest in him as a person (and not just a music buddy) had been piqued.
"I play the cello and, admittedly, haven't touched another instrument before it or since." This one instrument had called to her soul and that was all she really needed it seemed. "Though I am not complaining in the least about that. I'm quite happy with my instrument."
A slight note she felt the need to add, if only because she felt her words might have come out wrong. There was nothing wrong with playing only one instrument (or more) and she hoped he wouldn't read into it as such.
"But I understand completely when it comes to composing music. Especially when I was younger, though even now, the songs I write are more an extension of my feelings and I'm not always the best at being open with such things. So I've always put those feelings into songs and often they are very solemn or sad compostions." Joy was easier for her to express then sorrow, anger, or even guilt.
"I will admit I do sometimes do covers of music I hear on the radio, or that is on my iPod but I find that classical is my niche~" Something they both seemed to share. It was a very nice feeling for her.
Sara Draconia sorry if this is a bit disjointed lol i should be sleeping but sleep isn't coming to me despite my tiredness
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