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Etienne looks around before sneaking down to a small, comfortable room in the lower levels of the house. It was two floors down from the first one, but not the sort of level he'd really consider a cellar. The room was small, as mentioned, but comfortably furnished, in the deep jewel tones he preferred. This one seemed to be an emerald room, the woodwork in dark reddish hues.

He looks around a moment more before closing the door and opening a small chest and pulling out the case to his old, much loved violin. He looks down at the instrument before carefully tuning it and picking it up to play. The first few notes aren't as clear as he would have liked but it's been a long time.

After a few warmups, he finally decides to play a newer song he's heard and liked. "October wind" by Eric Whittaker. He's so lost in his playing that he wouldn't notice if anyone came in, thus his care looking around before coming down.

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singlemaltfor1
Mar. 30th, 2007 07:40 pm (UTC)
Yeah okay, so she shouldn't be sneaking around after him. She'd not seen him so secretive about something before. Nor was she the curious type, but she was intrigued. Her footfalls are quiet and careful, being far enough behind to not be seen. Almost a few times she runs the risk of being caught but she fades into the wall (new tricks were fun!) and continues along that way until he stops at a door, again cautious of any followers. Being incorporeal was cold and unfeeling, but it allows her a silent pursuit. She waits until the door was closed and soon after hears the soft, sweet strains of a violin being played. Amazing.

Wanting to know more she pokes her head through the door, seeing Etienne immersed wholly in the music he was playing. She floats through the door, seats herself upon one of the chests cross-legged and takes form there, quietly listening, not wanting to disturb him.
anniedaae
Mar. 30th, 2007 07:47 pm (UTC)
Etienne smiles as he plays. It's been a long time. He's not as good as he used to be, but he hasn't completely forgotten and he can hear himself getting better with every moment. He's a bit shy about letting anyone hear him when he's this rusty, though his definition of rusty woud still be hopelessly inmpressive by normal standards.
singlemaltfor1
Mar. 30th, 2007 07:54 pm (UTC)
Seeing him smile makes her smile. She watches each movement closely: his fingers pressing down on the strings, the vibrato of the strings, his graceful bowing. She leans forward, clasping her hands together and resting her elbows on her knees. Captive audience.
anniedaae
Mar. 30th, 2007 07:58 pm (UTC)
Some shift in the air alerts him to the presence of someone else as he finishes the song. He's about to prepare for a fight when he catched the scent of cinnamon. "Renee?" He stares a bit, blushing.
singlemaltfor1
Mar. 30th, 2007 08:04 pm (UTC)
When he notices her she smiles a little wider, lifting her hands to applaud him softly. "You never told me you could play. You're amazing. You never cease to amaze me." She unfurls her legs and stands up, slightly amused at the extra colour in his cheeks.
anniedaae
Mar. 31st, 2007 03:33 pm (UTC)
Etienne blushes a little more darkly, smiling a bit. "I'm.. a little rusty." He admits. "It's been decades."
singlemaltfor1
Mar. 31st, 2007 05:12 pm (UTC)
"Hey, if that's you rusty then I know I will be absolutely blown away when you feel you're back up to speed." She stands up, sidles over to him and kisses him, almost like in greeting. Sparks ignite and crackle at that slightest contact and she sighs against his lips as she lingers. She seems to blush herself. "I'd love to play with you..." she adds in her normal, mumbly fashion.
anniedaae
Apr. 1st, 2007 04:07 am (UTC)
"Oh?" He manages, brick red by now.
singlemaltfor1
Apr. 1st, 2007 04:31 am (UTC)
She looks unknowingly adorably at him: her eyes soften, the divots either side of the top of her nose show. A gentle smile colours her upturned lips. Her hand runs over his cheek and sits upon his shoulder. "Only when you're comfortable with it, of course... but do you mind if I stay while you practise?"
anniedaae
Apr. 2nd, 2007 01:51 pm (UTC)
"Not at all." He murmurs, trying to think of something to play.
singlemaltfor1
Apr. 2nd, 2007 07:24 pm (UTC)
She sighs elatedly, yet quietly. a smile morphs upon her face. It's kind of cheeky. Maybe she's proud of him but isn't able to quite admit she feels that way, as much as she wants to be.
"Alright, I'm not even here. She makes an appropriate arm signal and resumes her perch upon the box, slowly fading out, seeing what works best for him. She didn't want him to feel uncomfortable about his practising; she was lucky enough to have her teacher always playing with her. In many more ways than one.
anniedaae
Apr. 3rd, 2007 02:13 pm (UTC)
"Any suggestions?" Etienne asks, "Because to be honest, I can't think what to play next."
singlemaltfor1
Apr. 3rd, 2007 02:20 pm (UTC)
She chuckles. "Sorry, darling, I don't know many violin-based pieces." Like a bolt of lightning, one in particular slams into her mind. "Oh! Danse Macabre! Do you know that one?"
anniedaae
Apr. 3rd, 2007 02:26 pm (UTC)
Etienne thinks a moment, "I'm assuming you mean the Saint-Saëns one, not the late medieval allegory?"
singlemaltfor1
Apr. 3rd, 2007 02:30 pm (UTC)
"Of course I'm referring to Saint-Saëns!" She laughs, her head dropping down and her shoulders heaving with laughter.
anniedaae
Apr. 3rd, 2007 02:35 pm (UTC)
"Just checking." Etienne replied, far too innocently.
singlemaltfor1
Apr. 3rd, 2007 02:45 pm (UTC)
She chuckles quietly, looking at him. Totally unconvincing, now that she knew him, but it was amusing all the same. "You can deliver the rhetoric if you'd prefer, but I don't know how you'd go about speaking and playing at the same time. It's easier when you don't have an instrument under your chin. Could prove difficult." She grins lopsidedly.
anniedaae
Apr. 3rd, 2007 03:48 pm (UTC)
Etienne starts to play, still looking perfectly innocent...Until suddenly the nearest article of furniture begins to whisper the Henri Cazalis poem it was based on to her...In Etienne's voice!

"Zig, zig, zig, Death in a cadence,
Striking with his heel a tomb,
Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,
Zig, zig, zig, on his violin.
The winter wind blows and the night is dark;
Moans are heard in the linden trees.
Through the gloom, white skeletons pass,
Running and leaping in their shrouds.
Zig, zig, zig, each one is frisking,
The bones of the dancers are heard to crack—
But hist! of a sudden they quit the round,
They push forward, they fly; the cock has crowed."
singlemaltfor1
Apr. 3rd, 2007 03:57 pm (UTC)
She laughs harder, falling back over and off the chest, landing hard on the floor. "Ow!" she states, then promptly resumes laughing without missing a beat.
anniedaae
Apr. 3rd, 2007 03:59 pm (UTC)
"Not so difficult with magic." His voice quips through the cabinet.
singlemaltfor1
Apr. 3rd, 2007 04:05 pm (UTC)
She gets to her knees, hugging her sides to make them stop hurting. Her face is beetroot red from stifling the chuckles. She should've expected that from him. "So it would seem..." she manages after catching a bit of her breath back. She's forcing herself to breathe deeply in order to be able to sit up again. This time, she's opting for an armchair though...
anniedaae
Apr. 3rd, 2007 04:10 pm (UTC)
Invisible hands help Renee up and usher her to a chair.
singlemaltfor1
Apr. 3rd, 2007 04:25 pm (UTC)
She can feel the strong grasp of Etienne's hands around her ribcage. It's unmistakable; but... how? Music's still playing! Ah, of course. Magic, again. It never fails to surprise her. She can feel his wide handspan cradle her body and allow her to be limp enough to be guided into the chair. He places her down gently and the colour in her face only deepens, her senses heightened at his ethereal touch.
anniedaae
Apr. 3rd, 2007 04:52 pm (UTC)
Etienne winks at Renee over the violin, but behaves... for now.
singlemaltfor1
Apr. 3rd, 2007 05:17 pm (UTC)
Just that simple gesture is enough to make her breathe back, thinly veiling the gasp in her throat. Heat spreads from her face down through her body and she draws her legs up to her chest so as not to seem so obvious.
anniedaae
Apr. 3rd, 2007 05:22 pm (UTC)
Etienne blushes a bit at the feelings leaking through the Bond and resists the urge to toss the violin aside and thoroughly ravish her.
singlemaltfor1
Apr. 3rd, 2007 05:31 pm (UTC)
She grips her knees tightly, nails biting into her flesh. She scarcely notices the pain she's causing herself... and then she feels the ardourous thoughts racing through Etienne's mind, which really doesn't help at all. She fcouses all her attention on listening to him play (damnit!) but her fluttering heart is pounding hard.
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