Post by Sonya Chernova on Oct 8, 2019 20:09:52 GMT -4
Strings on a Silver Wind
The petals were falling by the time Sonya arrived at the park. The window was nice and cold against her skin. Her professor brought the car to a stop, the axles squealing just a bit. The sound drew her out of the brief foray into her subconscious. Sugito turned in his seat and glanced back at her, hand on the passenger headrest.
"We're here, are you ready to play?"
"Of course," She said, smoothing out the creases of her dress with a gentle brush of her hand. "But will I have an audience?"
He let out a small huff of a laugh and pushed open the door, pulling himself to his feet and walking around to her side. He played the gentleman, even offering a very brave hand. She took it and gave it a squeeze. Fear only flashed for a moment in his eyes and she decided to let it go; allowing herself to be guided to her feet. He pulled his hand away slowly, despite the slight tremor of his fingers.
"I'm sorry."
"I know you are," She looked up at the moon, its cold light gracing her skin, causing the murky-silver glow that haloed her to intensify. She glanced back at the man again, quirkless, useful, she'd played what little games she could with him but it was becoming apparent that he could not hold his tongue for much longer. Eventually he'd rat her out or worse. "My violin?" She prompted, holding out her hand.
He nodded once, holding up the small case held by a handle in his free hand. She took it.
"Thank you, Sensei."
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There was a small fountain set at the intersection of two wide trails in the park. A clearing had been pushed out around it, leaving the cherry blossoms room to fall and settle on green grass. She sat on the edge of the fountain, bubbling water the only sound beyond the occasional gust of wind. Men and women came and went while she sat, her professor not far away. They stopped only to listen. To the wistful tones of her Violin.
It was here, her first public stage in Japan, that she played. Her eyes closed, the moonlight drawing the glow from her skin, a mournful light playing around her as she quite literally radiated out, filling the space about her with a silver glow. Even as the water immediately behind her began to pop and freeze, she played. She played until her fingers ached, she played until her eyes were raw with tears from the passion behind the music.
She played, and played, and played until the violin finally let out a loud crack and hiss, her quirk finally eating away at it. She put down her bow, lowering her head, and let the last tone of sound carry around her until there was nothing but silence again. Before she could search for an audience her professor approached;
"We should go." He whispered, glancing over his shoulder.
She frowned, "Why?"
They had just arrived, and it was hardly his decision anyway. She had plans for this evening after all and she was not about to pass them up just because her latest appointed handler wanted to run and hide at the university. She waved him away with a glowing hand. Looking past him to see what he was so scared of.
