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I can hear them screaming; Dione Castel (audiomorbid) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-09-10 21:40:00

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dione castel, irei arakaki

Saturday; Feburary 9, 2008
Who: Dione and Irei
When: Afternoon Saturday Feb 9
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Dione goes back to her life and part of that life is giving lessons.

Dione had retreated mentally if not physically. There was nothing she could do or hope to do about what was going on. Not when her own brother sought to betray her and the person she loved was kept untouchable behind bars. She needed to go see him, but the idea of others watching them made her nervous. Would they continue to twist her meeting with him into something more sinister than it was? Already they wanted to accuse him of some crime against her as if he had done her any harm. He had never been less than a gentleman to her, even when he bite her, which her mind had labelled as necessary now that she understood what he was to some extent, he was no more forceful than necessary.

There was still the small matter of the other woman, Adrienne. Yes, now what did this other woman mean to him that he would go to such great lengths for her? Dione didn't know and whenever the thought surfaced, she put it out of her mind.

Instead, she concentrated on continuing to move through her life. Each day found her right where she had been in days prior, playing the piano at the Wine Bar. There were some who had grown more bold and thus they asked for requests, she played them. Her playing was not stilted, wooden, or tired. No one would know the mental turmoil going on just under the surface. Blind eyes lied to the world around her by remaining dry and she had never been the type for conversation so her silence came as no surprise. Beyond her meeting with the Priestess, no one had asked her about the goings on, which meant either they didn't know or they didn't attach any significance to the whole thing. Either was fine.

The days so much looked the same to her that it came as no surprise how fast they moved. Before her days had been marked by Saturdays and Sundays, special occasions and events that required her expertise. Now it was simply a study in maddening monotony. Maybe that more than anything else was what drove her to seek out something else and was part of what caused her to be rather mad.

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Bold Italics = spirit talk

iseedeadpeople
2009-09-13 06:50 am UTC (link)

The music from the piano was beautiful. It was also sad. Perhaps that is why Irei liked it.

He had watched her ever since he had walked into the bar. He normally didn't make it into the wine bar at such an early time, but he had been in town and had decided to stop by for a drink. Surprisingly he had actually changed his mind completely about the drink and had decided to sit a distance away from Dione to watch her play the piano. So now he sat his eyes on her, sensing her brother who always seemed to be near.

What did it matter? She couldn't see him staring anyways.

Do you like morbid things? Is that why you are interesting in sad songs?

The hiss of a voice meant for only his ears seemed break into his thoughts as he watched Dione's fingers as they danced on the ivory keys. Maybe, for a blind woman, watching her fingers was more important than her eyes.

"Urusai.*" He said through clenched teeth. He had hoped that the voice would quieten, but there was no such luck as the spirit's seemed to have renewed interest in tormenting him.

He stood up and walked over to her slowly, stepping carefully. He knew she would hear him no matter how lightly he placed his foot on the ground, but he wasn't sure how aware she was at the moment to those around her. He leaned on the piano and looked down at her.

"Dione-san, when are you going to give me a lesson on the piano?" He spoke softly and watched her.

*noisy or shut up

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audiomorbid
2009-09-14 01:48 am UTC (link)

The piano was her escape. The chance to turn off her brain in a way, to be something that wasn't entirely disconnected from reality. The piano made its own reality. The music became the only thing real to her. In a way, Dione descended to the level of a Jack-in-a-Box or a jewelry box Ballerina when she sat the piano. The only thing missing was the key to wind her up.

It was better to be a soulless object. Objects didn't feel pain. Couldn't be betrayed. Couldn't love. Didn't cry.

The sound of someone walking in her direction washed through her brain and made no impression, like footprints on a beach. It was there and not. All she had was the music and her fingers moved across the keys with the same steady rhythm that spoke nothing of the emptiness underneath it all. Or maybe it did. There was always the story that the truly beautiful melancholy could only be played by someone who had suffered. Others simply played, but failed to truly capture the essence of the song.

Dione didn't know if that was true. Nor was that what she was thinking about.

Her name didn't break her revelry. Instead, like an undercurrent, it became a part of it. A hazy human voice singing along, except that it wasn't. She turned her head in his direction, not to point her eyes at him, but to shift her nearest ear in awareness of his speech. She played an 8 scale and stopped.

"If yo-you have ta-time now," she kept her voice low, trying not to draw attention to her speech problem yet again.

Dexter silently leaned across the piano looking at the two of them, wondering where exactly this would go. Would Irei coax her out or would she retreat into the shell she had further built around herself again?