Grey eyes stared down at the empty sheet on the table before her, melodies played themselves in her head as she considered how she wanted this song to sound. The smell of freshly baked chicken filled her apartment and the only sound other than the tapping of her quill that could be heard was that of her puppy playing in the corner. A sigh left full lips as her body dropped back to rest against the chair. A delicate hand rose to push her straightened hair from her face, taking a moment to pin it up quickly. Grey eyes shifted to land on the keys to the piano before her, shifting her body she moved a bit closer positioning her feet as she did so. Resting her quill down she lifted her hands lighting resting her fingers on the keys before they moved. The sound of Chopsticks filled the air around her, the melody soft almost as if her fingers whispered over the keys.
A slow deep breath was followed by the closing of her eyes, as if this was the cue she had needed the music grew just a bit louder. She could remember when she’d learned to play this song. The two weeks was torture, but she remembered the way she felt when she had finally played it from beginning to end perfectly. There was a sense of pride that she had done something on her own. Even though he had pushed her to perfection it had been her own hard work that had always showed in the end. Maybe it was this reason she had never grew to hate the piano, she realized that her true misery came from her father. It had just been an instrument in his agenda, and instrument she had fallen in love with. Rare was the feeling she felt in this moment. The light out of body experience, when music allowed one to truly relax. She had worked hard to be as skilled as she was with this but her mind even now was not on the music.
She thought of full lips, strong hands. Slowly the music came to an end as her eyes opened slowly, before she sighed softly. She was confused by these sudden emotions that seemed to overtake her half the day. Her hand rose to run along her neck as she worried at her bottom lip softly. These thoughts had never crossed her mind before, well that wasn’t actually true. There had been other fleeting moments in which such thoughts had crossed her mind. But then she ignored those because he was a friend. Memphis however was not, and it was for this reason she sent owl to her cousin. She needed someone to talk to, to help her understand exactly what she was experiencing. She knew what it was but to admit would cause the blush to rise in her cheeks.
Utterly innocent still, what she was feeling now seemed like a distant dream she was trying hard not to fall back into. But she would have time to ponder over this after he’d gotten there. She rose to walk to the kitchen, her usual heels replaced with black ankle high socks. Her entire wardrobe was that of a different person. Sweat pants and a tank top, the pants had only been put on out of respect or her cousin. As she quite liked to walk around her apartment half dressed, this allowing the cool air surrounding her to brush against her legs as well as her arms. What felt like the perfect room to her was bound to be cold to someone else, and for this reason she allowed her apartment to come to a reasonable temperature.
Opening the door to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water in the process as she allowed the cool air to slide over the exposed parts of her sin, before he head snapped up at the sound of Domino barking. Closing the door she pressed the bottle against her neck and collarbone before walking from the kitchen. “One moment please..” Her voice was soft as she walked over to pull the door open. “Sorry…” came the soft apology as Domino jumped all over her visitor. “He loves company..”