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[yourimperiatrix]

Here Inn, have three different, very much infected, people.

Romana has taken up the violin, her eyes closed as she produces a soft, sad song that would sound completely unfamiliar to those from Earth but might ring a bell to a few of the Time Lords out there.

A Gallifreyian song of mourning.

Lucy is positioned in front of a piano, something she hasn’t

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[intensivistmd]

Chase had been thinking of leaving, but the strange mood about the Inn has kept him lingering a little while longer.

Walking into the Lobby (looking much better than he had before), he spots Lucy at the piano and is more than a little surprised.

"You play?" Then again, he had been captured by his own music, picking up his violin earlier and playing as many ballads that would find his fingertips.

So yeah, he might just be infected.

[lucy_in_his_sky]

“I used to,” she admits, folding her hands on her lap so as to make resistance a bit easier. “It’s been years.”

Eyes clock away from the piano for a few moments so as to get a quick look at him, but they are soon back to studying the keys once more.

“You seem a bit better.”

[intensivistmd]

Chase offers a faint smile and gives a nod, "I feel a bit better."

But really, he knows it's undoubtedly the music's doing. What with his violin playing and all.

His eyes drop to examine the keys himself. "I'm sure you're just as talented."

And yes, he's compelled to actually think up his violin. "I can play with you, if you'd like."

[lucy_in_his_sky]

“It’s not a lack of talent that worries me,” she informs, eying the violin cautiously. “Something isn’t right, all this music isn’t right.”

Oh but she finds that even though it may be wrong, it’s also far too alluring for her to try and resist for long.

“Well, I suppose if it means I would get to hear you play…”

She takes a breath and turns back to the piano, fingers burning with their desire to grace the keys. The music starts off slow and sweet, more of a warm up than anything else, but it will soon turn a bit more lively, once she finds that it’s as if she’s never been away from a piano at all.

[intensivistmd]

Chase gives a small, triumphant grin when she complies to playing the piano. However, he does agree with her. The music just didn't feel right.

However, when she starts to play the piano, he closes his eyes and lifts his bow. Once he finds the right key, he starts playing in time with her, following her chords and key changes as well as he could.

[lucy_in_his_sky]

She wants to say that this isn’t as nice as it seems, that she hasn’t missed playing, that it doesn’t make her smile but it’s hard not to. A part of her tries to convince the rest that it’s merely the strangeness getting to her, infecting her, but it can’t be just that….

The music will slow and eventually stop but she won’t remove her hands. “That was lovely,” she near-whispers. “You’re quite the talent.”

[intensivistmd]

It takes a moment for Chase to open his eyes, as the music seems to have a large effect on him. It sooths him at his core, spreads warmth from his very center that hasn't felt so in a while.

He smiles, "I'd say you are, too." A nod, "You play beautifully."

[lucy_in_his_sky]

"As do you."

She knows this isn't right, knows that these feelings might not be as genuine as she hopes but a part of her can't resist. The music inside and out makes her feel more than she has in what seems like ages.

"Shall we do another?" Her voice is hopeful and a even a little bit desperate.

[intensivistmd]

It's funny, really, how even Chase seems to feel something very bad about all of this, but he can't voice it. The music has his fingertips tingling, his heart soaring and warmth filling him. He can't deny it right now.

"I'd love to. Perhaps we can try a piano duet then, sometime after? I'm not too terrible on the piano." Oh, the music is addictive.

[lucy_in_his_sky]

At the suggestion of the duet, she scoots over and beckons him to sit. ""Or perhaps we could do it now?"

Really, as long as it's playing music, she doesn't care. Her fingers are already twitching against the keys once more, and it's as if they're calling out to her, begging to be touched, to be played.

[intensivistmd]

When she moves, there's a smile and he thinks the violin away.

Taking a seat on the bench beside her, he brushes fingertips over the ivory keys.

He decides to start the song off this time, playing something almost melancholy, drifting. He'll sweep hands along, allowing the upper portion to fade for that of Lucy's but only hop back in to add intensity.

He forgot how lovely it was to play piano.

[lucy_in_his_sky]

She merely listens at first, eyes closing as she sways ever so slightly to the tune but soon her own fingers crave to make music of their own and she's joining in all over again.

If it turns out they're playing something she knows, it doesn't register. The only thing that matters is that they're making music, making something wonderful and magical and living.

Somewhere int he back of her mind, she knows that this needs to stop, that something is so glaringly wrong here and if she just paused for a moment, she could see, but she didn't want

[intensivistmd]

Chase has stopped watching the keys altogether. He's feeling the music, living the music and letting it push through his very hands. It's pathetic how completely it consumes him. Fingers dance vividly amongst keys, even brushing those of Lucy's own briefly as he passes her hands to tap a few notes. He only retreats moments later, but none of it seems to make him falter.

When it does draw to a close, he sits perfectly still for a long moment, still hearing the movement in the back of his mind.

[lucy_in_his_sky]

She too feels it, feels the music coursing through her, the way that it seems to take over and just...

She looks at Chase a moment before getting to her feet. "Play something else," she commands.

And even if he doesn't, there's still music in her head, music that she can dance to.

[intensivistmd]

Raising his eyes as she stands, he raises an eyebrow.

The commanding tone is a little surprising, but he doesn't deny it. The music is too strong in his mind and he can't go against the pull it has on him.

He scoots over on the bench and looks at the keys, considering songs, but just lets his hands move, fingers coaxing an upbeat, powerful song out of the instrument.

[lucy_in_his_sky]

And she will fall in line with the music, let it pull and twirl her, let it carry her away as she moves.

It let her free and even if the music was a bad thing, she will never be able to truly hate it just for that.

She will dance for as long as he plays and even afterwards, because the music is deep inside her now, and she loves every minute of it.