'Cause Descole's a Creative Genius

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[Descole walks into a room with a huge grand piano. It seems no one is around, and as he cannot find the door to the outside to the building he doesn't remember waltzing into, he decides to kill some time and play the piano. While doing so, playing a pianissimo noise level, he begins lightly singing along in a French tune, figuring he'd hear the door open, if some one was, in fact, there.]

[Or would he?]

Dirait, dirait on, dirait on.....

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[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole smiles and nods.]

No problem. Don't you worry. I'd never leave you like that.

I know how it gets. It gets unbearable. The weight of it...gets unbearable. I've always been that way too. I just...I just never let it out...like that.

[contraltoflute]

I-I... I've never let it out like that before, either. I was always... too scared to.

I guess it's having you here. Or the alcohol.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Pfft. It's probably both.

[He began running his fingers through his hair.]

Someone I love does this for me when I'm upset. They touch my hair. It usually works. Is it too scary for you, or is it working?

[contraltoflute]

Mmn... it's okay. I can cope with it. It's nice.

[Someone that he loves... Descole curls up a little tighter against him, reaching up to scrub her arm over her eye. She doesn't even remember what loving someone else feels like, any more.]

...you're lucky, double.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole makes a sarcastic noise.]

Oh am I? What makes you say that?

[He continues stroking her hair and starts to hum.]

[contraltoflute]

Because... 'cause you said that someone that you love does this for you. I don't... I don't even remember how that feels. If I ever did love someone, it was during the time that I don't remember.

I don't know if I even could love someone, I'm so bad at everything else involved people...

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Hm, but it's not the same. It's like...someone who loves me...but even if I love them, I can't love them properly...

Does that make sense?

[He continues stroking her hair missing the person who loves him. At least he knew he could feel. That was something he wasn't sure about for a while.]

You're going to be just fine...

[More fine than me. Please, if you're not, I don't know who will, he thinks.]

[contraltoflute]

Well... at least you have someone like that... even if you don't... do it properly? I can't really explain it. But... you have someone close to you. I don't... don't even know how to let someone close like that...

[She trails off, humming a little to herself. It's kind of difficult to stay awake properly, with him stroking her hair like that.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole nods at her words and laughs.]

I know what you mean. You have me.

[While stroking her hair, he begins to sing again, this time, a light tune of la's and such. Maybe he's soothing her too much, but oh well.]

[contraltoflute]

Mmm... m'gonna fall asleep, double...

[It's been so long since she slept soundly, but... she thinks she could, like this. With him here to look after her.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I'll be here when you wake up.

[What he doesn't want to tell her is he's way too tired to stay awake. Perhaps he'll let her sleep soundly and do the same thing.]

[contraltoflute]

...y'promise?

[She tightens her grip on him as she says it. She intends to make sure of it, no matter what he says.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Only if you do.

[His eyes close as he starts playing with the ends on her hair. He didn't realize how tired he was.]

[contraltoflute]

Mmmn... I wouldn't leave, double...

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Hmm me neither.

[And like that, he falls asleep, holding her and still drunk.]