daphne greengrass is [bulletproof];; (daphne__g) wrote in wished,
The last thing Daphne had in mind was getting up, the light airy feeling of floating on clouds was quickly diminishing into feeling like she was on a swaying boat. Daphne at this point knew she was drunk, and while her mind was desperately trying to cling to any sobriety that might be there, it was failing miserably. Her gaze tried to focus on him struggling to get up, but all she managed to do was laugh at his awkward stride. Daphne didn't move as he stepped over to her violin case, instead she remained sitting now facing nothing. A hand rested on the bottle of stout trying to debate if she should have another sip. It didn't seem like a bad idea, especially since he was just leaving it there.
Lifting up the bottle once more she took another long sip before looking down at the label. Eyes attempted to focus on it but the name only came out blurry in her mind. The sound of his voice whispering towards her back sent the hairs on the back of her neck bristling. Shivering, head turned just slightly to look over her shoulder towards him. She caught the shaking of his head, which only brought a smirk to her lips. "I highly doubt that one would want to see a string quartet in Provence, and that's the beside the point, I don't perform."
Pushing him back playfully, she shoved the bottle of stout into his hand and moved to the violin case. Leaning over the case, a hand slowly ran the length of the leather covering the case before deftly flicking open the clasps and allowing the instrument to be revealed to her. When it came to violin she was able to look past the intoxicated fog of her mind to see the strings and shine of the wood so clearly. Swallowing slightly, she plucked the bow from the case and placed the chin rest underneath her chin. Lifting a finger to her lips, she motioned for him to be quiet, "Shhhh, just.... listen," Swallowing she tried to muster up the confidence that was needed to play in front of someone, her bow hand (the right hand) lifted to find an A. The clear note resonated over the tower and instantly wrapped the girl in a comforting warmth.
The bow pulled back and began to play something filled with a passion that Daphne never showed. Even drunk her talent was obvious as her fingers didn't need to be sober to seek out the notes to produce such a gorgeous song. In Daphne's mind, the short 2 minute song lasted a lifetime, and such raw human emotion was able to emanate through her playing.
(For all OOC purposes, the only song I can think of that could be compared to what she was playing is: this.)