Post by Walkren Dekharr on Sept 1, 2015 14:40:35 GMT -5
Agile, knowing hands gracefully flowed over the black and white ivory keys of the jet black piano that stood alone in the vast, empty room. There was no music being played. Walkren was silently stalking his prey, moving around the solitary instrument and measuring it up. It had been what seemed like ages since Walkren had played anything. His fingers ached for the chance to dance again. They yearned for their moment to resurrect the faltering flames that he had been unable to stoke for far too long.
He could already feel the notes gliding through his thoughts as he debated on what would be played. There was always a debate. The calm before the storm. The tense moment before the release. In the end, he would let his fingers decide. They always knew exactly what to play. The trust he put in them would guide him to play his musical melodies. And he would find a peace that he hadn’t felt for far too long...
A peace that he desperately needed in this place.
The unease that Las Noches gave him came from deep within him. When he looked out the window and saw the shining sun and the blue sky, something shuddered and rampaged deep in the very fabric of his being. It tore at him and fought to escape. Any price was a pittance if only the terrible monster could break free.
Kutsu.
His literal inner demon. His evil brought to life. She reveled in this place. The dark energy that drifted across the endless sands found its way inside of him and gave her power. She drank it in greedily. Walkren had a hard time keeping the erratic woman in check. Their relationship, if you can even call it that, had been strained ever since Walkren had come to Hueco Mundo. He had yet to have a moment of complete rest without her disturbing him and attempting to tear through his very being. She wanted him to falter. She wanted a moment of weakness that she could exploit.
A deep sigh escaped Walkren’s chest.
It was filled with all the anguish and turmoil that he held within him. It strained against his back as he made his way around the solitary piano. Dust motes were kicked into the air as Walkren gently sat down on the bench, his stalking done. They danced in the sunlight that streamed in through the windows. He could simply close his eyes and be wherever he wanted to be...except the rumbling inside of him. It continued to draw him back into reality.
He closed his tired eyes as he laid his fingers on the smooth ivory surface of the beautiful instrument’s keys. The smell of the dust and strings and potential filled his lungs as he took a long slow breath. His entire body tensed as each muscle prepared for its job. Anticipation shivered inside of him and it overcame the dark thumping that he constantly felt. A smile slowly slithered its way onto his tired face.
He was made to do this.
He let out the air trapped in his lungs and lifted his fingers.
After only a moment’s hesitation, he began to play.
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