Louis' Untitled Composition
Jan 15, 2015 3:40:32 GMT
Post by Louis Weasley on Jan 15, 2015 3:40:32 GMT
Louis felt the tips of his ears and the back of his neck turn pink at Cassandra's request but never the less he obeyed, re arranging the sheet music. He took a deep breath, the pinkness still present as he extracted his hands from the ivory, clenching and clenching them.
"Turn the pages for me?" He requested as he replaced his hands, ivory welcoming long pale digits warmly with an intimate familiarity. Intimate. Intimacy. That was the only way Louis could properly describe music. That was why he blushed slightly when Cassandra asked him to play, it was like her asking him to touch her, to reach through her psychical body into her spiritual one and run gentle fingers through her soul. Music it touched you so much more than words or even physical skin to skin did. It moved you, inside and made you feel things the cool detached of touch would never be able to.
It was ironic really, how someone as standoffish as Louis was able to expose himself as well as his companion so readily but things . . . things between them even with the veil of sarcasm were always very forward. The veil was for outsiders, others who didn't understand them. Their true sentiment was left underneath, tingling like electricity, cascading like the very music Louis was making, between them.
The song was whimsical to say the least, unlike anything Louis had written before which was usually filled with his own frustration but this was different. This was about beauty, mystery, innocence, youth, magic, love. It was about all these things Louis himself never really understood alone but something all the same Cassandra's friendship was helping him understand. That's why he would name it after her, his friend. She was Louis' muse. Something in the boy made him hesitate to tell her this though, worrying if she would think it was weird or think strange things about his regard for her . . . So he left it blank, only signing his name after the hum of plucked piano chords died completely.
Louis' dark eyes turned back to Cassandra, asking her silently for her thoughts.
"Turn the pages for me?" He requested as he replaced his hands, ivory welcoming long pale digits warmly with an intimate familiarity. Intimate. Intimacy. That was the only way Louis could properly describe music. That was why he blushed slightly when Cassandra asked him to play, it was like her asking him to touch her, to reach through her psychical body into her spiritual one and run gentle fingers through her soul. Music it touched you so much more than words or even physical skin to skin did. It moved you, inside and made you feel things the cool detached of touch would never be able to.
It was ironic really, how someone as standoffish as Louis was able to expose himself as well as his companion so readily but things . . . things between them even with the veil of sarcasm were always very forward. The veil was for outsiders, others who didn't understand them. Their true sentiment was left underneath, tingling like electricity, cascading like the very music Louis was making, between them.
The song was whimsical to say the least, unlike anything Louis had written before which was usually filled with his own frustration but this was different. This was about beauty, mystery, innocence, youth, magic, love. It was about all these things Louis himself never really understood alone but something all the same Cassandra's friendship was helping him understand. That's why he would name it after her, his friend. She was Louis' muse. Something in the boy made him hesitate to tell her this though, worrying if she would think it was weird or think strange things about his regard for her . . . So he left it blank, only signing his name after the hum of plucked piano chords died completely.
Louis' dark eyes turned back to Cassandra, asking her silently for her thoughts.