♞ II. written & action.

[holyknights]

[Like many others, the recent experiment had caused Elliot Nightray some grief. Unlike everyone else, though, Elliot wasn't worried about his "family" situation now that things were over with. Something else has been worrying him instead. Namely...]

Everyone affected by that experiment had dreams last week, right? Did anyone dream of things that didn't happen? Or things that couldn't have happened?

[Unfortunately, there isn't much to do since it's raining, so housemates can find Elliot sitting near the living room window, reading. It doesn't look like he's enjoying it, though. Something's really bothering him about those dreams.]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

I don't like chamomile at all.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

You didn't make anything for yourself?

[Just... for him?]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Not at all. I didn't need anything.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Ugh. He should have known.]

You should make some tea for yourself.

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[But he's doesn't really need it and he'd brewed all that just for Elliot.]

...why?

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Don't try to take care of me without taking care of yourself first.

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Don't be so melodramatic. It's just tea.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

You made too much.

[At least, way too much for one person.]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

But it was worth making a pot if it worked. I suppose it's true that chamomile calms, then.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

Sh-shut up! Don't mention that again.

[Ugh, how... embarrassing.]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

You think so too? Maybe I should've tried this out earlier.

[But this place isn't comfortable enough for two to sit so he'll jump down and dust himself off.]

You've been quiet since after the experiment. I was getting worried.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[What an annoying servant. Still, the fact that he had been concerned over him...]

Sorry. I've just been thinking about what I saw.

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's time to take your mind off that then. [But Elliot dislikes any hint of avoiding things, so he adds--] For a few hours.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He's already feeling uncertain about the suggestion. He knew he had been thinking a lot about it lately, but this wasn't something he was ready to give up on so easily.]

...what?

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

I haven't heard you play for some time. [Mostly because he hadn't been...living in the same house. Streeeetch.] Would you like to?

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He glances over toward the piano. Hmm...]

If you play, too.

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[...it isn't a very large piano bench, man.]

If you insist.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Then maybe we need a bigger one!!

Elliot is aware of that, but he doesn't mind. He stands up and stretches his arms, too, before heading over to the piano.]

Just one song.

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[Are you going to carry it?

He'll let Elliot take his seat first before he sits down himself. Elliot always was the brawnier one.]

Mm. Which one would you like to play, then?

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[I bet I could!!

Elliot considers the question as he takes a seat. It had been a while since he'd played at all, not having had a whole lot of interest in the piano during the experiment, for some reason. What did he really want to play...?

Hm.]

Follow my lead. We'll make it up as we go.

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He blinks as he settles his fingers onto the keys. That's...really unexpected.

Still, it's not something that he can't do, so he'll watch Elliot's fingers, noting the key that he plans to start on, the chords- and murmurs a soft:]

All right.

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[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[He nods, placing his own fingers over the keys. He hadn't tried to write anything since coming to Luceti, but that didn't mean he had stopped thinking about it. There were no solid ideas, though, nothing he was certain of. Maybe this would help inspire him.

Elliot starts playing slowly. He only has a vague idea of where he'd like this to go, but that sure isn't going to stop him.]

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[ishisfriend.livejournal.com]

[He's familiar with Elliot's style of playing, of his likes and dislikes when it came to embellishing the tune, but even then, playing blind to someone else playing blind isn't as easy. He stumbles over certain notes as he attempts to match the tempo, but these mistakes fade out as he concentrates to complement Elliot's melody.]