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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 3, 2011 12:01:48 GMT -5
I glanced at Cerise. "What say you, shall we go over and sing with him before he begins without us?" I said, a grin on my face. I was a bit intimidated at singing with an Eglantine adept, but I would hold my own nonetheless. After all, she was also a kinswoman of sorts.
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Post by Cerise nó Eglantine on Mar 6, 2011 0:35:23 GMT -5
I laughed, watching Leon rise, grabbing the last slice, looking at the music before walking to his harp. I had to admit he did cut a striking figure, as did his lovely lady. My eyes fell on her as she spoke, and I nodded, sporting a lopsided grin.
"Yes, let's not have him beat us to it," I teased lightly, rising to my feet. I walked to her and offered her my hand to help her to her feet.
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 6, 2011 0:47:52 GMT -5
Smiling, I took Cerise's hand as she offered it, a blush suffusing my features at the touch of her hand against mine. I had seen her watching Leon as he walked away and I didn't begrudge her for it. How could I, when I was the lucky woman that got to go to bed with him every night? He was all I wanted.... But now, looking at the beautiful Eglantine adept, I wondered fleetingly what it would be like to share her with Leon. What would he say if I asked him to contract her for a night with us? I thought maybe I'd ask him, simply to know his thoughts on it. I would never, ever want another male. But another female... Mayhap it would be fun.
Shaking my head a bit, I blushed once more and grinned at her. "Sorry, I was woolgathering for a moment. Forgive me?"
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Post by Leon Charles d'Essoms on Mar 7, 2011 10:03:16 GMT -5
As I was settling, I noticed the two women talking, then rising to walk hand-in-hand closer to where I sat. Seeing the color suffusing Fion's cheeks, I gave her a curious glance, but was not going to question her about it openly in front of our guest. Instead, once they were settled, I began to play the soothing tune, strumming the strings of the harp delicately, the rich sounds of the soothing tune beginning to fill the air around us.
While playing, my gaze was fixed on the written music, since it was an unfamiliar song, allowing me to glance at them only occasionally. This focus, and the particular nature of the music itself, soon lulled me into a near-trance, where I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings, at best.
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 7, 2011 10:11:50 GMT -5
Smiling at Cerise, I began to sing the words of the lullaby. I knew it well enough to know exactly where Leon was in the music, although he started just before I jumped in with my voice. I had never taken lessons and so I had no clue as to whether I was any good or not; I simply knew that my voice sang the right notes and didn't sound overly horrible.
Leon looked beautiful playing his harp, and so I simply watched him, taking in his posture and the arc of his arms as he delicately plucked the strings. Ah, the things those strong and capable hands could do....
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Post by Cerise nó Eglantine on Mar 10, 2011 20:01:11 GMT -5
I saw the blush rise to her cheeks again as I took her hand, and doubly so as she smiled at me, lost in thought, and I contemplated the way she looked, wondering if perhaps I was the one making her blush. Perhaps she was unfamiliar with having a woman flirt with her. We walked over to Leon as he began to play, obviously losing himself in the music. I looked at her then at him and then at the harp before FIonnula started singing, on tune and rather prettily, and I joined in, singing the harmony of it. I closed my eyes and let my ears open and my concentration focus on the reverberation of the harp strings and the vibrato in Fion's voice, matching my pitch and speed with both to complement them.
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Post by Leon Charles d'Essoms on Mar 12, 2011 18:14:08 GMT -5
As the women approached and began to sing, I smiled at hearing first Fion's voice, which was far lovelier than she gave herself credit for, then joined by Cerise's, which was just as beautiful as I would have expected. I was relieved that there was no pressure for me to join them; my own singing voice was something akin to a large bullfrog being stepped upon by a galloping horse.
With their vocal accompaniment, it was easier to keep the tempo of the unfamiliar music steady. Unfamiliar in that I had never played it before, at least. My sapphire eyes remained focused on the notes written on the parchment before me, as I was lulled further into that trance, my fingers moving almost automatically to pluck the notes from the instrument and set their beauty alight in the air around us.
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Post by Fionnula mab Bevin on Mar 12, 2011 19:56:13 GMT -5
I squeezed Cerise's hand once before letting go of it and moved toward Leon. I loved how he looked when he played; it sometimes seemed as if he were a man for whom d'Angeline was a second language, coming only after music itself.
Moving around behind him, I rested my hands on his shoulders and, after a break in the verse, I leaned down before I had to pick up the melody again and whispered mischeviously, "I wonder if we could contract Cerise for a night?" before straightening once more and, as the cue came, beginning the melody once more for the next verse, a mischievous grin on my face.
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Post by Cerise nó Eglantine on Mar 13, 2011 10:25:04 GMT -5
We sang harmoniously, the notes taking flight, dancing with the beautiful lyricism of the harp beautifully. Fionnula dropped my hand and moved over to her love, and I smiled, stopping for the short interlude. She whispered something in his ear, and I smiled wider, wondering what lovers words she might be passing on to him, or encouragement for his playing. THey truly were a sweet couple. And then we were singing again, and I felt myself entranced by it all - the harp, our voices, so perfect, and so powerful in a way that was nigh magical.
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