Post by Walkren Dekharr on Jan 16, 2016 16:41:52 GMT -5
With a flick of his foot, the mute pedal popped away and the music danced through the room with a renewed vigour. Though the piece he played was soft and tempered compared to some of the other passionate pieces he had played for the lovely Arrancar, the notes still resonated through the dark air of Hueco Mundo with the same furor. His fingers glided across ebony and ivory in defiance of the Arrancar’s departure. His eyes trailed across the room to the threshold where she stood. As they met and she finished speaking, he smiled, “Până data viitoare, dragoste.”
Without another word, she disappeared around the door. He looked towards the empty entrance for the remainder of his solemn song. It petered out as he closed on the final measure. The effort that was required to play seemed to grow exponentially until Walkren’s exhaustion slowed his dancing fingers to a soft stop. Miniscule echos took their time fading into nonexistence as silence encroached on the dusty playing room. Walkren withdrew his hands from the piano and let them fall into his lap.
An eternity passed as Walkren sat like a statue on the bench of the piano. The only noise that dared to invade the silent sanctuary was the ever blowing wind. All Walkren could think was how unbelievably tired he was. If only he could sleep, he might be a bit more clear headed. Could the power that he was to gain be worth it? If he defeated his inner demon would he be free of this burden that dug into his back? He chuckled and smiled.
Of course it would.
He would defeat it and he would become even more powerful than he already was. The dragging of the bench legs on the floor shot through the silence as Walkren stood. His desire to play had fallen away suddenly. Not just the singular desire he had in the moment, but his desire to ever play again had been eradicated. The act of playing was too exposing for him. There was no enjoyment to be had in revealing yourself to the world like that. He turned and walked to the doorway, his eyelids heavier than they had ever been. Two final words pierced his lips before he departed, “Soren Sokatsui.”
Twin blue flames danced, not with a violent vigour, but with a soft grace, across the room towards the sole piano. Walkren passed through the door and into the maze of corridors that made up Las Noches as blue and black clouds curled from the room he had just been in and an explosion rocked dust from the walls.
Walkren’s thoughts trailed on and he thought of the little Queen he had met.
He let out a long sigh and Kutsu squirmed inside of him.
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Without another word, she disappeared around the door. He looked towards the empty entrance for the remainder of his solemn song. It petered out as he closed on the final measure. The effort that was required to play seemed to grow exponentially until Walkren’s exhaustion slowed his dancing fingers to a soft stop. Miniscule echos took their time fading into nonexistence as silence encroached on the dusty playing room. Walkren withdrew his hands from the piano and let them fall into his lap.
An eternity passed as Walkren sat like a statue on the bench of the piano. The only noise that dared to invade the silent sanctuary was the ever blowing wind. All Walkren could think was how unbelievably tired he was. If only he could sleep, he might be a bit more clear headed. Could the power that he was to gain be worth it? If he defeated his inner demon would he be free of this burden that dug into his back? He chuckled and smiled.
Of course it would.
He would defeat it and he would become even more powerful than he already was. The dragging of the bench legs on the floor shot through the silence as Walkren stood. His desire to play had fallen away suddenly. Not just the singular desire he had in the moment, but his desire to ever play again had been eradicated. The act of playing was too exposing for him. There was no enjoyment to be had in revealing yourself to the world like that. He turned and walked to the doorway, his eyelids heavier than they had ever been. Two final words pierced his lips before he departed, “Soren Sokatsui.”
Twin blue flames danced, not with a violent vigour, but with a soft grace, across the room towards the sole piano. Walkren passed through the door and into the maze of corridors that made up Las Noches as blue and black clouds curled from the room he had just been in and an explosion rocked dust from the walls.
Walkren’s thoughts trailed on and he thought of the little Queen he had met.
He let out a long sigh and Kutsu squirmed inside of him.
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