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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 14:20:08 GMT -5
She smiled at him and laughed, htat same laugh of falling stars. "Why thank you."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 14:25:37 GMT -5
|He nodded. "Any sane male would find you quite a catch, Ms. Ryans." And he wiggled his eyebrows at her in a horribly, horribly cheesy way, smiling and laughing at the same time. Falling stars and dead leaves...Such odd laughs, these two had...|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 14:27:45 GMT -5
She giggled at his impression and shook her head. Still chuckling, she said. "No. Men are afraid of me because I'm different. I live with that."
<ONG bean. Doesn't this sound familiar? Can you say fan fic?>
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 14:32:48 GMT -5
|He rolled his shoulders, stretching. "I am living proof that you needn't be 'normal' to be attractive." He closed his brown eye, facing Sarah. "I found that out when I was ten. Sometimes, the more abnormal you are, the more attractive you will be found." Once again, he was proof of that. For a few moments, he was silent. And then..."Do you like music?"|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 14:34:57 GMT -5
She nodded. "Yes, mainly the classical type, but I also like foriegn music: Celtic, Japanese, etc. Do you?"
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 14:39:28 GMT -5
|He cocked his head and looked at her intently. "European, mostly...Do you play any instruments?" But he was standing, and pulling with him his chair. He pulled out his wand and closed one eye, the tip of his tongue sticking out, held between his teeth. "...I play piano. Want me to show you?"|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 14:40:39 GMT -5
She nodded and watched intently.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 14:45:02 GMT -5
|He nodded back, and then he flicked his wand and brought it down with a resounding SMACK upon the chair. He watched with satisfaction as the chair swelled, gained a more boxy shaped, and spread out so much that it shoved a table off to the side. And there, sitting in front of them, was a black grand piano, complete with bench. He sat down, placing his hands on the keys and looking at them almost..lovingly. "For five years of my life, music was my only passion. And then my Father deemed it neccessary for me to begin studying magic in earnest." He sighed. "My piano was taken away from me and burned. All in the same night."|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 14:48:40 GMT -5
She looked at him sadly. 'That's horrible. Music shouldn't be destroyed like that." She placed her hand on the piano and smiled. Her mom played the piano all the time in their old house, before the accident. They had to leave it behind when they moved.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 18:21:30 GMT -5
|He eyed the keys for a few moments...Then, hesitant at first, and then faster, he pressed down black, white keys, picking out a melody that he knew well from his music lessons years ago. It started out so softly, with a repeating tune, growing into something so amazing and complex that it required both hands and a considerable amount of speed to meet the demands of the music. It was called Pachelbel's Canon, he remembered that, though distantly.|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 18:37:19 GMT -5
Sarah closed her eyes and her head bobbed with the music. After awhile, she began to waltz about the room, her robes flowing in her wake. She turned delicately and with exact precision, imagining herself in a ballroom filled with beautiful people. She was a princess and she danced with her prince.
Chibi: Oh boy, there goes her imagination again.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 18:44:57 GMT -5
|He did not imagine anything while he played. He was the music, only the music, and it filled him up like water and poured back out like blood. His skin was made of ivor and ebony and his brain was made of sonatas, crescendos and a terrible sense of being something else entirely. When he finally stopped playing, he forced himself to breath, slumped over the piano and gasping like a fish out of water.|
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Post by Sarah on Oct 2, 2005 18:53:55 GMT -5
Sarah did a final spin as the song drew to a close and...promptly tripped over a chair, but she caught herself on the piano. The gasped for breath after danceing so furiously. She smiled at Jesse. "That...was wonderful...really," she managed between gasps.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 19:05:59 GMT -5
|SLowly, he placed his hands back on the keys, picking out a soft, mournful melody while he regained his breath. "Thank you...I played for years, before Father took my piano away." He frowned slightly, looking down at his fingers. Behind his glasses, his eyes were bright and feverish.|
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Post by Adrienne on Oct 2, 2005 19:15:14 GMT -5
By this time, Garrett had just pulled himself up on top of the tall bookshelf. The charm had faded, so he couldn't have gotten down if he wanted to. But he was enjoying their conversation, and...since they seemed not to notice him...he decided to stay put.
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