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Tweak says, "whooosh"

Evelyn Zhou (redmoon) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-09-20 04:03:00

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evelyn, xander

Week Eighteen: Friday
Who: Evelyn and Xander
Where: Music Club, and then the Pit
When: Friday Late Afternoon/Evening

It had been a busy week at school, which was probably a good thing in the end. Lyn preferred to be occupied than not. And she'd met some interesting new people, and that was saying the least. Last night had been so relaxing though, especially after all the activity of the festival the day before that. She'd had the chance to indulge in a bath. The water had been cool, a nice and stark contrast to the recent weather. She had drifted off with the gentle laps of the water up to her chest. The book she had brought with her was forgotten as she dozed in and out.

Even so, when she was able to tuck herself in that night from her bathing, she found her dreams became a little more than they were before. Truly as if she had drifted outside of herself, and when she awoke she didn't exactly feel rested. As if she would have done as well just staying up all night. So vivid. It felt so real. She was half-distracted most of the day in class, and tired to the point that she was tempted to beg off. But the day actually went by fairly fast. And who couldn't muster the energy to at least get through the last day of classes for the week?

The music club meeting at the end of the day went on as planned. After the 'business' at hand she smiled and nodded as everyone else began to filter out, getting ready for their own weekends. And meanwhile Lyn looked across the room to the one other person that had planned on lingering as well. A bright red blush touched her cheeks as she actually watched Xander for the first time the entire meeting. It wasn't that she'd deliberately avoided him, but she was careful not to gaze at him too closely.

Finally, she stood, picking herself up as she moved over to him. Even so, she couldn't hide the yawn that came unbidden to her lips. "Excuse me," she said not wanting him to think it reflected on the activity at hand. She wasn't bored, just a little tired. "So. Did you finish that sheet music? Or have you been too occupied since Monday to really care," she smiled.

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risinghellborn
2008-09-21 08:10 pm UTC (link)

It had definitely been one of those weeks where things just kept coming and going all week long. And it definitely kept him busy. With the song stuck in his head, if he wasn’t out surfing trying to relax his mind, or busy doing homework. Homework was always a good thing, something he didn’t miss from his old days in college. Didn’t miss it one little bit. But, this was a school, and as a result, he had to put up with it again. But, at least it had been a light week so far. Right up until Friday, which was a good thing for him.

It at least gave him extra time to work on his music, which was what he had been focused upon all week as well. That, and the few women he had agreed to spend time with. A guy had to eat, after all. It had even proven to be a bit fruitful as well. But come Friday, none of those were what had him refreshed and full of energy. No, that was something else all together. He knew he was going to get in trouble for it eventually, but he was enjoying it for the moment. Poor Evelyn, and those very vivid dreams of hers. He enjoyed them quite a bit.

He enjoyed her dreams almost as much as he enjoyed that blush of her cheeks, and the fact that she had avoided even looking at him for the entire duration of the day. Both in class, and in the club as well. Xander knew he was having just the right effect on her, just by that shade in her cheeks. But, he didn’t push the point. He didn’t try to engage her in talk, or even look at her all that often. Nope, let her think everything was on her end, it made the rest all that much easier.

After the club, he sat back and waited as he stretched out his shoulders a bit. When she did finally did approach him, he grinned at her a bit. “Not sleeping well? Nothing to blush about.. it happens from time to time you know..” he said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. “And no, I didn’t finish it, but I’ve got a good chunk of it.” He reached down to a folder that had been to the side of his desk-chair, and held it up toward her. “Bless computers, and their ability to record music.” He winked once at her, even as he did let his gaze wander for a brief moment.

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redmoon
2008-09-21 10:50 pm UTC (link)

At least someone was full of energy and well rested. Xander was right. If the young woman had any idea of what was truly going on, he would indeed find himself in trouble. As it was, she was part embarrassed to have had such dreams about a boy she only met that previous week. And part guilty because they weren't exactly displeasing.

As she thought about just how enjoyable it had been, that brought a image to her head and another flush to her cheeks. Evelyn shook her head without realizing it, Focus. Don't be so silly.

Xander's question sunk in a moment later than it should have, and she nodded. "No...actually, yes," she took a second and gave an almost sly smile. It was funny to think she might actually have a leg up on the Incubus, a secret she only knew that he didn't. Why should she be so intimidated by someone she's seen (dreamed) without their clothes on? So she tried to relax herself by having some fun with it. "That is, I've been sleeping really well. Just haven't been getting as much of it as I need."

She reached out to take the folder from his hand, glancing at his face for a moment before turning her attention to the sheets. It didn't take but a moment for her to get the cadence and the rhythm, she hummed softly to herself some of the measures, pausing to think, and another nod of her head with the beat as she heard it in her ears.

"This is really impressive," she said, not taking her eyes from the pages. "You're very good. I have some ideas that you could use if you want, I think you're nearly finished."

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risinghellborn
2008-09-23 04:15 pm UTC (link)

“Sleep is the one gift from the Holy that even us Unholy can agree with.” Xander said with a chuckle and an arched eyebrow as he regarded her for a moment. “Hopefully you get more, or better.. one of the two I guess.” He added with a grin. He let his eyes look her over for a moment, before they returned to her own. Granted , that color in her cheek was one that he fully enjoyed.

There was another thought going through his mind as well. Even though he had seen her dreamself without clothes on, he wondered how much of it was accurate. People always thought themselves to be more or less than they were. With women, its was always their breasts a little bigger and fuller, their hips a little smaller.. it all made him wonder just how much of the dreams were accurate. Something he would have to figure out soon enough, he thought.

When she took the booklet out of his hands, and studied it, he let his eyes wander again. With her attention so fully on the notebook, after all, it was much easier to give her much more attention. He could, after all, always pass it off as being attentive to just what she was going to say about his music, since it was more than just a hobby for him. For Xander, music actually was a lifestyle.

At her words, he couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head. “Why thank you. But, I’m nowhere near finished. With the guitar part, perhaps.. but after this I need to figure out drums.. whether or not another guitar playing something but similar would enhance the music… then there’s songwriting..” he just grinned at her. No, in his mind, the song wasn’t anywhere near done.

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redmoon
2008-09-25 08:41 pm UTC (link)

Unholy? Well, what else would a demon term himself. That was really only fair considering. The young woman looked up at him, tilting her head just slightly. She met his eyes only a moment before concentrating on the paper again. She couldn't help him with the song if she couldn't even look at him.

Her own self-image was a bit unique that way, she didn't see herself as more, maybe even a bit lesser. Save for the fact that in her minds eye, she tended to be more fae. Her skin especially held that much more of a shimmer to it. But that was up to Xander to maybe one day find out what was accurate and what was her own fantasy.

"You do the simultaneous arrangements yourself? Impressive." She flipped through the last page and then looked up, again catching his eyes but this time, deliberately trying to keep on meeting them. "I think maybe I can tackle this a little over the weekend, do you have a copy of the recording? Maybe you can give me an idea of the arrangement you had in mind if you have time tonight."

Because maybe if she spent more time with him, she'd find his presence a little less...disruptive.

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risinghellborn
2008-09-26 02:15 am UTC (link)

Considering that holy items hurt them, and they were former angels tossed out of hell, Unholy was a good enough term for them to use on themselves. Not that he really minded. God, and the other holy powers wanted too much of a strict routine to their actions for his taste. No, he was far happier with the simple lifestyle being an evil demon provided. Health benefits just weren’t as good in the long run.

Hers might not be all that different than reality, though his would be in some small part. Men always had certain beliefs about themselves that exaggerated them just a little bit. Something he was more than aware of, but not a belief he ever tried to fix when he was in other people’s minds. Some day perhaps, but not just yet.

“You really can’t call yourself a musician if you can’t write music for the instruments you play.” Xander said with a chuckle and a shrug as he regarded the music for a moment, before he turned a grin up toward her. “And I do play the drums too. So I tend to write music for both, guys in my band are great, but they don’t really have an ear for creating things.” Whereas an imaginative demon just might.

“Didn’t you want to go check out the new club tonight?” he asked with a grin and a tilt of his head. “The Pit opens up tonight. Should be crowded as all Hell, no pun intended. Though, I think you’d have to change if we were to go.”

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redmoon
2008-09-26 09:29 pm UTC (link)

Alright, point. Still, Evelyn wasn't entirely sure she was comfortable with that particular thought. There wasn't much misunderstanding of folklore when it come to the pesky creatures that were Xander's race. They were evil, at varying levels. But still, this one...the only one she's ever met...seemed to buck those notions. Maybe not everything was so entirely true.

"Some people do play by ear," she smiled, closing up the folder. "But when I write music, I have my usual suspects I like to use." But her ensemble capabilities were perhaps limited. Then again, she's never been in a band, so it never really had to be. But she was a talented composer. So given time....

Evelyn looked up at the demon, "Tonight?" She did remember hearing something about that. Didn't Vivian say something about the club having some sort of Grand Opening this week? "I almost forgot...." She glanced to Xander and looked away. She should say 'no'. Go back to Terrene House and do her homework while watching some old movies.

"I'd love to," she found herself saying. She looked down at herself and nodded. "Yeah...I probably should." And a shower. A cold one. "Maybe given me an hour? I can put this stuff away and get ready."

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risinghellborn
2008-09-26 10:54 pm UTC (link)

It wasn’t so much that Xander was evil, but then again evil wasn’t something more or less attributed to most stories about his particular type of demon. Amoral, certainly, but that in and of itself wasn’t evil. They were more the corruptors of the demon world, feeding off the very act of luring others into their world of depravity. And, that was so very true of this particular demon as well.

“Those people just play though, they don’t sit down and write music.” He said with a chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders, even as he tilted his head slightly to regard the woman again. “I agree. When I do write, its always for the guitar. Its only when I really feel a song coming on, rather than just a riff or solo, that I really sit down to try and cover all aspects. I’m good with the drums.. but seriously, nowhere near as good as I am with the guitar. And I usually end up paying someone to write me out a vocal.”

He inclined his head slightly. “Yeah, tonight is the grand opening. Supposed to be the big hula, or whatever that term is. Having been to Hell, no pun intended of course, I’m almost scared to see how they’ve ruined it. It really was a great place to sneak someone off into the corner and just let go.” He winked once at her.

“An hour? That works. We can either take a cab, or my truck if you prefer. I need to change anyway.” He wasn’t exactly in club dress after all.