'Cause Descole's a Creative Genius

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[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]

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.]