A girl, and a piano. [ NARRATIVE ]
Characters: Garnet til Alexandros XVII
Content: Garnet sits and contemplates her situation with Raiel
Location: Garnet's room in Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: mid-day
[ooc: This is intended as a narrative, but if someone really wants to stop by her room and say hello, let me know, and maybe they can talk]
The piano in her room was a constant reminder. In fact, Garnet didn't suppose she would ever be able to look at a piano ever again, without thinking of Raiel. Not that it was an unpleasant thought, usually; Normally she would look at the keys as she passed, and smile a little, before guiltily thinking about how she hadn't been practicing her scales. Today was different.
Instead of passing by, she found herself seated at the bench, her chin in her hand with her elbow resting on the wooden frame to one side of the keyboard. She stared down at the ebony and ivory, fingers lazily dragging over the keys. Plunking away a nothing-tune, in that distracted way that he hated so much.
Hated. Garnet had never thought that Raiel was capable of truly hating anything. She'd never seen such pure and unrestrained anger in his eyes. It had frozen her insides, and she'd been so alarmed, so frightened in that single moment, that she wanted him gone from her side as quickly as possible.
Absently, she continued plunking away on the keys, half-lidded eyes unfocused, settling somewhere between the keys and the wooden pannels. She'd played the scene over and over in her mind, wondering where it had all gone so wrong. How had she pushed him far enough that he would throw her own secrets (not-so-secret as they apparently were) in her face. How could that have pushed him as far as he'd nearly gone? She ran hot and cold as she looked for the answers, over and over...
And then, she'd talked to Riza, read what she and Flute had talked about. Hamel. From what she had gathered, something had happened between them, and Raiel hadn't even mentioned it. She'd mentioned him, hadn't she? But should that have pushed Raiel over the edge?
Garnet pressed heavily on the keys and left them there, heaving a great sigh. It was stupid. She knew deep down, Raiel would never hurt her. He'd never so much as raised a finger to her before, had never been anything but kind. Seeing that rage, and knowing his strength, knowing for a sharp moment that he was a warrior someone who had, and could kill if needed...
"He'd never..." she mummbled to the empty room. She had known that as soon as she saw the look of shame and alarm on his face afterwards, the way he'd tried to reach out to her, and stopped. Surely, she must have looked terrified.
Raiel's a good person! she told herself, He's so kind, and considerate and... maybe a little bit starnge at times, but even so! He just lost his temper is all. It was one time. He has a good heart! ... even if he is a closet pervert.
She felt her cheeks burning at the thought. To think, after all that time, all those times she'd worried about him, he'd been...
Been what? Entertaining ideas of her? Her frown deepend. It wasn't as if she wasn't used to men ... admiring her. She'd long been praised as the most beautiful woman in Alexandria. So much so, she'd stopped beleiving a word that anyone said on the matter. But... this was Raiel. He was her friend, and she'd trusted that he wasn't...
Wasn't what? Fantasizing about her? Was it because he was supposed to be her friend?
She also trusted that he wasn't lying.
Garnet sighed again, lifting her hand from the keys and running her fingers over her scalp, combing through her short hair. She was thinking in circles again, and it was getting her nowhere.
He probabaly thinks I hate him now.
Her head came down to thump against the keys, releasing a horrible, discordant sound. Garnet didn't care...
But Raiel would have hated it.
Content: Garnet sits and contemplates her situation with Raiel
Location: Garnet's room in Bryant Park Hotel
Time of day: mid-day
[ooc: This is intended as a narrative, but if someone really wants to stop by her room and say hello, let me know, and maybe they can talk]
The piano in her room was a constant reminder. In fact, Garnet didn't suppose she would ever be able to look at a piano ever again, without thinking of Raiel. Not that it was an unpleasant thought, usually; Normally she would look at the keys as she passed, and smile a little, before guiltily thinking about how she hadn't been practicing her scales. Today was different.
Instead of passing by, she found herself seated at the bench, her chin in her hand with her elbow resting on the wooden frame to one side of the keyboard. She stared down at the ebony and ivory, fingers lazily dragging over the keys. Plunking away a nothing-tune, in that distracted way that he hated so much.
Hated. Garnet had never thought that Raiel was capable of truly hating anything. She'd never seen such pure and unrestrained anger in his eyes. It had frozen her insides, and she'd been so alarmed, so frightened in that single moment, that she wanted him gone from her side as quickly as possible.
Absently, she continued plunking away on the keys, half-lidded eyes unfocused, settling somewhere between the keys and the wooden pannels. She'd played the scene over and over in her mind, wondering where it had all gone so wrong. How had she pushed him far enough that he would throw her own secrets (not-so-secret as they apparently were) in her face. How could that have pushed him as far as he'd nearly gone? She ran hot and cold as she looked for the answers, over and over...
And then, she'd talked to Riza, read what she and Flute had talked about. Hamel. From what she had gathered, something had happened between them, and Raiel hadn't even mentioned it. She'd mentioned him, hadn't she? But should that have pushed Raiel over the edge?
Garnet pressed heavily on the keys and left them there, heaving a great sigh. It was stupid. She knew deep down, Raiel would never hurt her. He'd never so much as raised a finger to her before, had never been anything but kind. Seeing that rage, and knowing his strength, knowing for a sharp moment that he was a warrior someone who had, and could kill if needed...
"He'd never..." she mummbled to the empty room. She had known that as soon as she saw the look of shame and alarm on his face afterwards, the way he'd tried to reach out to her, and stopped. Surely, she must have looked terrified.
Raiel's a good person! she told herself, He's so kind, and considerate and... maybe a little bit starnge at times, but even so! He just lost his temper is all. It was one time. He has a good heart! ... even if he is a closet pervert.
She felt her cheeks burning at the thought. To think, after all that time, all those times she'd worried about him, he'd been...
Been what? Entertaining ideas of her? Her frown deepend. It wasn't as if she wasn't used to men ... admiring her. She'd long been praised as the most beautiful woman in Alexandria. So much so, she'd stopped beleiving a word that anyone said on the matter. But... this was Raiel. He was her friend, and she'd trusted that he wasn't...
Wasn't what? Fantasizing about her? Was it because he was supposed to be her friend?
She also trusted that he wasn't lying.
Garnet sighed again, lifting her hand from the keys and running her fingers over her scalp, combing through her short hair. She was thinking in circles again, and it was getting her nowhere.
He probabaly thinks I hate him now.
Her head came down to thump against the keys, releasing a horrible, discordant sound. Garnet didn't care...
But Raiel would have hated it.