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[john_ofdarkness]

*there's someone new at the mansion, but he's not staring in befuddlement as most new people are, nor exclaiming in surprise that he isn't at Gregory's summer house any longer. instead, he's wandering the halls, standing outside the doorways where conversations are occurring, peering through windows at people in the gardens, and at last settling

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[emobard]

Daeron, as he always is, is drawn to music; he is a quiet audience, however, eyes half closed as he listens to the player.

[john_ofdarkness]

*and Daeron is an extremely attractive young man, so in a pause, John will crook a finger and beckon him closer* Hey, there. What's your name?

[emobard]

*he will come closer, enough to lightly touch the piano thoughtfully* I am Daeron.

[john_ofdarkness]

John Jeckyll--nice to meet you. *grins* You play?

[emobard]

*smiles back* Pleasure is mine. I do.

[john_ofdarkness]

*scoots over on the piano bench, then, offering him the keyboard*

[emobard]

*takes a seat, thinking a moment before playing an overture himself, enjoying the feel of the piano keys under his fingers almost as much as the making of music*

[john_ofdarkness]

*for his part, rather amazed at what Daeron's doing apparently without any kind of score in front of him--amazed, and jealous, and aroused, all at once, which is an interesting combination (and he'll just start improvising an interlocking piece on the lower keys, if you don't mind, Daeron)*

[emobard]

*(he does not mind at all; in fact, it makes him smile more, pleased with the game. His notes float away from that of the overture but keeps their pieces complimentary)*

[john_ofdarkness]

*(and if John's right hand should cross under Daeron's left to hit higher notes?)*

[emobard]

*(he will think nothing of it, if John's notes fit the song they are weaving, thinking instead of the music)*

[john_ofdarkness]

*then John will weave in a few signature note-patterns from romantic songs that he knows, always in the key that they're playing, always altered to fit the tempo and the time signature, but distinctly present--*

[emobard]

*he will notice it, of course; they sound vaguely familiar, curiousities in the playing, and he tries to place them in his mind even as he shifts his music to blend with them*

[john_ofdarkness]

*smiles at Daeron's adjustments, not a smirk but a genuine smile--feeling as though they're really communicating, which John hasn't done with anyone in more years than he cares to think about*

[emobard]

*ends up humming along without realizing it, just a tiny bit away from breaking into song, a look of contentment on his own face*

[john_ofdarkness]

*wouldn't mind if he did sing; he's used to playing for dance and musical rehearsals, and it wouldn't throw him off at all*