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Post by Desdemona on Oct 19, 2006 19:48:55 GMT -5
Four count. 1,2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4... The bass notes hit on every beat while the higher, more independant ones just expressed and danced themselves along the right keys in their own beats. The song was slow, mournful. It came from seemingly nowhere but everywhere at once if you stood in Daray's fields. His eyes were closed as she played the Death of Aphrodite. It echoed through the barn and he ignored the occasional moo or huff of a horse or cow. He was inside the barn, for it was cold and his piano was there. It wasn't Josie. Josie wasn't this good at slow songs. The pianist's hair was long, blond and his fingers leaving dark dirty fingerprints on the white keys that he polished everyonce in a while. No, Daray had taught Josie how to play, but that's not who either. Daray had also taught him, too. He knew that no one was in the house, or thought. It made sense to evacuate, seeing that Jill came back looking for more souls to kill. Daray, right now, didn't know where she was. Frankly, he didn't care that much. But boy, the boy missed someone terribly to be able to play this song again. He wore a sweatshirt that his mother, Des, had given him. It had his name embrodered onto the sleeve. Prop. Heh. Funny name, right? Not to him.. to him it was a blessing he even got a name like his. It fit him. Always in the background of everyone's life that they didn't notice him; a prop. Except one girl's life, he wasn't a prop. He missed her so much. Now at the age of sixteen, he had spent two years taking care of Daray's old farm on his own.
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Post by Kale on Oct 19, 2006 20:06:51 GMT -5
Unequitable enmity surged up from the very center nerves of the person who overheard this song; perhaps a greater form of jealous than one would think attainable by this specific person. It was true then, that the years away from the torment of her entire family had done no good, and perhaps worsened the situation of her mental stability.
It wasn't fair, in her own mind, that someone could play the piano. Something she had never been able to do; the one thing she'd always wanted to do. One thing she'd striven for, among few other things. She'd wanted to play because he had player - her father. No matter how many dark truths had been whispered to her, Jamie would always have that desire to be just like her father - the person she perhaps loved most in the world. Save, perhaps...another...
She was unable to extinguish the tiny giggle that arose in her throat at the thought of nothing that to anyone would seem at all humerous; the thought of herself. After all, her name did portray an essence of innocence, and it was true she had once been an essence of innocence herself. But the years had come and go, waning her outer layer of innocence and revealing the darkness that she had inherited from her father; the cold, calculating person she really was.
Jamie stepped into the barn, narrowing her eyes at the sound of her boot hitting the ground. It had made a faint tap, faint but loud enough to be heard. Her eyes, black as tar pitch, flittered downward to look at the limb that had betrayed her wish for a ghost-like appearance in the room.
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Post by Desdemona on Oct 19, 2006 20:18:05 GMT -5
Prop kept playing, lost in his mournful song to noritce the sudden chill in the winter air from the barn door opening. A chestnut horse looked to the girl with large, kind eyes. the chestnut mare had a star on it's forehead and long redish wings on it's back. The old black mare was in the stall next to Kale's old flying horse.
Prop almost looked like Amos. Like his father. With his blond hair, and his colorful eyes. But he didn't have the bunny ears or stars. Instead he was quite tan compared to his love. Though, still pale. He wore Keegan's old clothes besides the sweatshirt he cherished.
Prop had left his mother and family two years ago, thinking he could defeat Jill himself, but was wrong. He'd nearly lost his life, and then the thought of JAmie came and stayed in his mind while he hid out in this old house. A large scar on his chest could prove his near-death experience... but he'd never be able to go home.
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Post by Kale on Oct 19, 2006 20:33:01 GMT -5
A breath of relief escaped the girl as she realized he had not yet seen or recognized her presence. Turning her eyes to the mares, a tiny smile crossed her porcealin face, as she allowed a spindly and chilling hand to slide down the chestnuts nose.
What had she been doing all this time? All this time her siblings had tried to fight for their home - so many of them failing? Brooding. That's what she had been doing. Brooding over her many loses, and over many things she still did not comprehend. Perhaps it was just that inherited darkness, finally taking hold of her once pure heart.
In total, the girl looked nothing like her parents. Infact, she very much resembled a glass doll; cold pale skin, pin straight hair, clothing always so perfect. Jamie was almost a terrifying thing to gaze upon. Age had not helped this, for what once had been the cuteness of youth, had turned into the morbidity of maturity.
It seemed she had now gathered up the guts - or was it simply annoyance that he hadn't noticed her yet?- to speak up.
"I've missed you." The words were cold, but not angry. They held a monochrome tone, lifeless. Which was what gave them the chill.
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Post by Desdemona on Oct 19, 2006 20:55:16 GMT -5
Prop took note but would not let this song be finished so abruptly. He softened his playing, and then made his own ending skillfully, having played the song so may times before on her behalf.
"Missed me? No one's supposed to know I'm even alive," Prop muttered, figuring it was Amilia or one of them people who'd found him. "So I'd appreciate you by telling my mother that it's all her fault for releasing this anger onto the world - onto everyone." Prop hung his head, knowing full well that there was something Des could have done... but didn't have the guts to do. No, Des had said she'd not given up on Jill. She wasn't going to kill her.
"And... tell Jamie that I miss her..." He muttered, taking a deep sigh as he rested his fingers on the keyboard once more.
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Post by Kale on Oct 20, 2006 15:47:35 GMT -5
A gentle sighed passed between parted lips, and Jamie moved forward to close the space between them. Resting a gentle hand on his shoulder, the girl leaned foreward slightly. "Don't be so silly, Prop. It was never auntie's fault." A tiny smile slid across her face, as she ran her fingers through his hair. "And besides...I can tell her...if I am her."
ooc// Sorry fo the bad post, Cassie is distracting me x.x She won't stop recieting what I hit the space bar with; finger or thumb. Finger's winning.
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Post by Desdemona on Oct 20, 2006 16:28:38 GMT -5
Prop stopped, a chill running down his spine as it normally did when someone touched his hair. "If... you are?" He seemed confused, and looked up at her. Prop jumped up from his bench and threw his arms around Jamie, burrying his face into the crevis of her neck. "Jamie! It's you! It's really you..." He said, his tail wagging hard. "I missed you so much!"
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Post by Kale on Oct 20, 2006 19:33:31 GMT -5
A single foot shifted back, placing itself on the ground roughly to keep from tumbling over. Although after having stopped herself Jamie realized that, due to some irking feeling in her gut, she would have more so enjoyed tumbling over. It would have given her a good laugh, that was for sure. Her thin arms, clad in a rather thin moth-eaten wool jacket, slid around him in an ambrace that held almost no warmth; seeing as her own flesh was pale and chill, the winter's air did nothing to aid it.
"Of course it's me, who else would it be?" Her question held a slight bit of annoyance which she really hadn't intended- something that happened alot when she spoke now. "Who else," Jamie paused, allowing her voice to soften, "Who else would come to find you? I missed you...have you been here...all along?"
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Post by Desdemona on Oct 20, 2006 19:53:37 GMT -5
"Yes.." Prop said, still hugging her in his warm embrace. The same warmth his mother had. "Yes.. I've been here for two... long years..." He said, close to crying. "I.. I tried to reach you through mirrors.. but all the mirrors in Despereaux's place were broken, and I could only watch you for a month before they were transported elsewhere..." He told her, speaking into her neck though he was taller.
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Post by Kale on Oct 20, 2006 20:04:49 GMT -5
Sighing, Jamie placed her nimble hand against the back of his head, resting her cheek against his locks of blond hair. "I was wondering...all this time...why did you never come back?" Although perhaps- she felt- she should have been near tears too, she wasn't. Yet. She would break down, most likely. "I just...don't get it..."
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Post by Desdemona on Oct 20, 2006 20:18:38 GMT -5
"I... I'm supposed to be dead..." Prop muttered, taking deep breahts. Her smell. It hadn't changed a bit. Sweet yet a hint of sour in her hair and lemons on her skin. That's what he remembered most. "I wasnt supposed to live this long... but I guess the thought of you kept me alive.." Prop said, hugging her tighter.
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Post by Kale on Oct 20, 2006 20:25:08 GMT -5
A pause came from Jamie, as she let her own grip tighten on him. She buried her face into his hair, holding back the trace amounts of salty water building up in her eyes. With any luck, though, the droplets would be caught on her long black lashes before being able to escape the barriers of her face. "Prop...why? Why'd you have to leave? Why didn't you just stay?" Biting down on her lip, Jamie's tail hung limply between her legs. "I did think you were dead. I was so scared; I thought you were dead like all my other siblings who came back. They were all so stupid...and...and..." Taking a deep breath, she attempted to calm herself. "You scared me...you really did."
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Post by Desdemona on Oct 20, 2006 20:40:26 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, Jamie... I'm sorry..." Prop said. "I didn't want you to see me, in case anyone else did... Mother will be so disappointed in me... I know she will.." Prop said, ears flattening. "I didn't mean to scare you... I'm so sorry..." He said, now whispering. He held her close, and kissed her cheek. "I wanted to tell you... for the longest time, Jamie... I wanted to let you know..."
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Post by Kale on Oct 20, 2006 20:45:32 GMT -5
Jamie sighed, her tail wrapping around her leg- a trait she had enherited from her mother. "I waited so long...I thought I'd never see you again..." Blinking rapidly to clear her swimming vision, she winced as a few tears slid past the baracade of her lashes and down her cheeks- which seemed made from the same stuff as the finest china dishes. The back of her mind cursed the lashes for allowing such a thing to happen, and would surely find a way to take revenge against them. Now, how did that saying go? Don't cut off your nose to spite your face? It seemed that was exactly what her subconcious planned on doing.
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Post by Desdemona on Oct 20, 2006 20:48:31 GMT -5
Prop pulled away, looking into her eyes for the longest time. He smirked, wiping the tears from his own eyes and then hers. "I've been meaning to tell you for so long that..." His voice just kind of faded, getting lost in her eyes. He was still smiling, pulling up the courage to say what he wanted to. "I.. I've been meaning to tell you...." His hair was a little wet from his tears since it hung near his eyes, and Jamie's shoulder and neck was a bit damp. HE dried her with a hand.
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Post by Kale on Oct 20, 2006 20:53:52 GMT -5
Tilting her head to one side, Jamie allowed him easier access to her neck. The moisture, now that it was cooling off, wasn't that pleasent. With thos elegant fingers of hers, she brushed hair form first his eyes, then her own. She'd obviously brightened up a bit at him smile, and her tail had unravled itself. "Tell me...what?"
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Post by Desdemona on Oct 20, 2006 20:57:07 GMT -5
"That..." Prop laide a finger under her chin, and tilted her head up slightl. He pressed his soft lips against her cold lips gently, a hand on the small of her back. He kissed her for a few moments before pulling back, a new look in his eyes. One of sorrow, and joy... all mixed up. "That I love you..." He whispered, before k issing her gently again.
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Post by Kale on Oct 20, 2006 21:04:09 GMT -5
Taken aback by this sudden change, Jamie's tail had bristled ever so slightly. But within a few seconds as she understood what was going on, the fur settled and her tail began to swing back and forth in a soothed and rythmic motion. Her eyes slid half closed, then full as he kissed her again. This time, Jamie returned the kiss- unhesitant.
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Post by Desdemona on Oct 20, 2006 21:06:40 GMT -5
Prop smiled, wrapping his arms around her. A mare pounded it's hoof as if cat-calling and Selestial remarked, "Ohh! More pups'll be running around again, I bet!" and neighed with joy. Prop blushed and waved a hand to signal for Selestial to shut up, being embarrassed. But she kept going, "Oh I miss those days when Des' kids would tug on my maine! I remember when Jamie once put a bunch of ribbons on my tail!" And she kept going on and on about the old days.
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Post by Kale on Oct 20, 2006 21:10:18 GMT -5
Jamie pressed a finger to her own lips, face flushing drastically. "I remember that alright." A gentle sighed escaped her as she reached for a strand of Prop's hair, simply to play with it. "That's when things were easy. When life was alot happier for everyone. Sometimes I wish I was still little," Jamie remarked, looking up at Prop. "What about you? If you could, would you try to live your childhood over again?"
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