A friend is someone who can sing the song of your heart ...
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
Lisa appeared outside the front door to the Penthouse with a soft 'pop,' the foyer deserted save for herself. She hoped Michael would be home because if he wasn't, she honestly had no idea where to find him.
Tentatively, she opened the door and slipped inside. He'd insisted that all were welcome to just walk in, but she still felt like she was doing something wrong whenever she just waltzed in without knocking.
"Michael?" she called. "Are you home?"
He scented her in the air before he heard her. He'd had months to get used to it, but it was still foreign. It wasn't as if Michael hadn't been able to smell before, and though it made sense, he'd never spent a great deal of thought on how the sense was of more import to a wolf.
Setting his guitar down, Michael ambled from the pool lounge towards the front foyer of the Penthouse to greet her. "I'm here, Sunshine," he called, not loud, but it carried through the large flat despite.
A smile lit her lips as she padded throughout the massive front room towards the sound of his voice, meeting him in the door frame between rooms.
"Hello, you," she said, naturally moving to wrap her arms around him.
He'd seen Lisa many times since he'd changed, become an anomaly - wolf, but not - but so new was the logistics of having his wolf available to him even when he was a man, that it still struck him every time he had her close. Michael had scented the citrus in the air - her shampoo, and something just her - but it was as she wrapped around him for a hug that it clouded his senses.
Before Romania, he couldn't recall having ever noticed that Lisa smelled of something citrus, oranges perhaps, and something else, but now it was almost too strong, and assault. Concentration helped to make it less of a glaring thing to him, but it was ever an adjustment.
Pulling back enough from the hug to look down at her. "Just here for titillating conversation?" he asked, lips twitching. He'd never been forthcoming with words. Music, yes, but words were always used sparingly.
"With you? Always," she teased. "As long as 'titillating conversation' means I get to play with that lovely grand piano of yours."
"You know you're welcome to anytime, Sunshine." His lips twitched, blue eyes bright. Michael enjoyed spending time with Lisa, but he knew she'd not come for his piano, not this day. "But you didn't come to use it today," he stated a moment later, not a question.
"Well, it wasn't my main reason for stopping by, but if I'm in the area...." she trailed off, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth before glancing back up at him with a smile.
"I'm getting married," she offered, holding out her hand to show him her engagement ring.
Michael's blue gaze only glanced at the shiny bauble on her hand momentarily before a real grin turned his lips up and he met her eyes. "Macmillan is a lucky man," he said, gathering her up in a hug, her feet lifted off the ground a long moment before he set her back down. "Congratulations."
"Thank you," she said as her arms went back around him and hugged him tighter, inhaling Michael's comforting scent. It reminded her of late nights in the common room, singing along as he strummed his old guitar, using him as a pillow whenever the Claws gathered as a collective unit. "But I think I'm the one who got lucky."
He could see the truth of her words in her expression. It was one thing Michael had always appreciated about Lisa; she was genuine in everything she did, in every subtle change of her expression, in every smile, and even in the music she played. She was honest in a way many people didn't know how to be, and it came naturally to her.
Lips twitching, he bent to press a kiss to her hair. "Well, as long as you're happy, Sunshine." Stepping back, he grasped her hand and tugged her gently towards the other side of the Penthouse to a room they'd both frequented often over the years. "Calls for a song, don't you think?"
"Every occasion calls for a song," she said, letting him lead her to the baby grand piano that awaited them in the Penthouse's music room, "but this one even more so, I think." Flashing him a teasing grin, she continued, "I guess we're getting to the age where it's time to start settling down. Who do you think'll be the next Claw down the aisle? You?"
Michael’s lips twitched as he settled on the bench, hands moving over the keys though he did not press down to make noise, nor did he answer her questions for a long moment.
He was not surprised at Lisa’s announcement of her engagement, not with the way she had been talking of Ernie, the way she looked at him, and he at her. No one else but Mandy was even dating, not that she’d shared much with him, but Michael knew. He’d not yet met her paramour, but if it became serious, he was sure it would happen.
Finally pressing the keys as Lisa settled next to him, her hands drawn to the instrument as naturally as his own, starting their song, Michael’s mind moved on from his two girls to the wolf he also called his. Her name was ever on the edge of his consciousness, seemingly as much a part of him as his own name, but not.
It was an odd experience, though it felt right and Michael could only attribute that to the changes that had taken place inside of him that made him wolf in all but fur and claw. Eloise.
He knew nothing more than that, and she would not remember him for the wolves never remembered what they did in beast form when they were once again in human form - Michael knew; he’d read everything there was to read on the subject - but he knew her. He knew her scent, the color of her fur, her eyes. He could see a ghost image of her person in his mind’s eye, though could never materialize it more than the dark hair and skin much too pale. It was all he’d been able to glean from what little humanity she retained in beast form.
Michael would know her when he came upon her though, and a part of him was impatient for it, though it went against his own innate personality to be such. Wolf, again, though he tempered such impulses to roam the streets looking for her. He didn’t even know her last name.
Tune yet to really start, he finally glanced back over at Lisa, lips still curled in a small smile that said everything and nothing at all. “I can play, and I can strum, but I am no fortune teller to predict love. I am only happy that you’ve found it.” Punctuating his words with sound, his fingers danced a lively, joyful tune across the keys in a quick succession - the sound of Lisa’s happiness.
“Sound familiar?” he asked, eyes crinkling with his smile.
"Yes," she said, grinning as him as her fingers moved of their own accord. She didn't need to see the keys to know what she was playing; it was as innate as her own blood, her heart. "It's our song."
"A bit of me, for my hands play the tune, but this is all you, Sunshine," he said, bending his head over the keys as they both picked up the song as easily as they ever had together. Perhaps it was a shared song of the soul, or perhaps because they had known each other for longer than half their lives, and had been playing together just as long, but music had always come to them both, together at a time, easily.
SUMMARY: Lisa goes to the Penthouse to share some really exciting news with Michael. They celebrate as they always have; with music.
Lisa appeared outside the front door to the Penthouse with a soft 'pop,' the foyer deserted save for herself. She hoped Michael would be home because if he wasn't, she honestly had no idea where to find him.
Tentatively, she opened the door and slipped inside. He'd insisted that all were welcome to just walk in, but she still felt like she was doing something wrong whenever she just waltzed in without knocking.
"Michael?" she called. "Are you home?"
He scented her in the air before he heard her. He'd had months to get used to it, but it was still foreign. It wasn't as if Michael hadn't been able to smell before, and though it made sense, he'd never spent a great deal of thought on how the sense was of more import to a wolf.
Setting his guitar down, Michael ambled from the pool lounge towards the front foyer of the Penthouse to greet her. "I'm here, Sunshine," he called, not loud, but it carried through the large flat despite.
A smile lit her lips as she padded throughout the massive front room towards the sound of his voice, meeting him in the door frame between rooms.
"Hello, you," she said, naturally moving to wrap her arms around him.
He'd seen Lisa many times since he'd changed, become an anomaly - wolf, but not - but so new was the logistics of having his wolf available to him even when he was a man, that it still struck him every time he had her close. Michael had scented the citrus in the air - her shampoo, and something just her - but it was as she wrapped around him for a hug that it clouded his senses.
Before Romania, he couldn't recall having ever noticed that Lisa smelled of something citrus, oranges perhaps, and something else, but now it was almost too strong, and assault. Concentration helped to make it less of a glaring thing to him, but it was ever an adjustment.
Pulling back enough from the hug to look down at her. "Just here for titillating conversation?" he asked, lips twitching. He'd never been forthcoming with words. Music, yes, but words were always used sparingly.
"With you? Always," she teased. "As long as 'titillating conversation' means I get to play with that lovely grand piano of yours."
"You know you're welcome to anytime, Sunshine." His lips twitched, blue eyes bright. Michael enjoyed spending time with Lisa, but he knew she'd not come for his piano, not this day. "But you didn't come to use it today," he stated a moment later, not a question.
"Well, it wasn't my main reason for stopping by, but if I'm in the area...." she trailed off, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth before glancing back up at him with a smile.
"I'm getting married," she offered, holding out her hand to show him her engagement ring.
Michael's blue gaze only glanced at the shiny bauble on her hand momentarily before a real grin turned his lips up and he met her eyes. "Macmillan is a lucky man," he said, gathering her up in a hug, her feet lifted off the ground a long moment before he set her back down. "Congratulations."
"Thank you," she said as her arms went back around him and hugged him tighter, inhaling Michael's comforting scent. It reminded her of late nights in the common room, singing along as he strummed his old guitar, using him as a pillow whenever the Claws gathered as a collective unit. "But I think I'm the one who got lucky."
He could see the truth of her words in her expression. It was one thing Michael had always appreciated about Lisa; she was genuine in everything she did, in every subtle change of her expression, in every smile, and even in the music she played. She was honest in a way many people didn't know how to be, and it came naturally to her.
Lips twitching, he bent to press a kiss to her hair. "Well, as long as you're happy, Sunshine." Stepping back, he grasped her hand and tugged her gently towards the other side of the Penthouse to a room they'd both frequented often over the years. "Calls for a song, don't you think?"
"Every occasion calls for a song," she said, letting him lead her to the baby grand piano that awaited them in the Penthouse's music room, "but this one even more so, I think." Flashing him a teasing grin, she continued, "I guess we're getting to the age where it's time to start settling down. Who do you think'll be the next Claw down the aisle? You?"
Michael’s lips twitched as he settled on the bench, hands moving over the keys though he did not press down to make noise, nor did he answer her questions for a long moment.
He was not surprised at Lisa’s announcement of her engagement, not with the way she had been talking of Ernie, the way she looked at him, and he at her. No one else but Mandy was even dating, not that she’d shared much with him, but Michael knew. He’d not yet met her paramour, but if it became serious, he was sure it would happen.
Finally pressing the keys as Lisa settled next to him, her hands drawn to the instrument as naturally as his own, starting their song, Michael’s mind moved on from his two girls to the wolf he also called his. Her name was ever on the edge of his consciousness, seemingly as much a part of him as his own name, but not.
It was an odd experience, though it felt right and Michael could only attribute that to the changes that had taken place inside of him that made him wolf in all but fur and claw. Eloise.
He knew nothing more than that, and she would not remember him for the wolves never remembered what they did in beast form when they were once again in human form - Michael knew; he’d read everything there was to read on the subject - but he knew her. He knew her scent, the color of her fur, her eyes. He could see a ghost image of her person in his mind’s eye, though could never materialize it more than the dark hair and skin much too pale. It was all he’d been able to glean from what little humanity she retained in beast form.
Michael would know her when he came upon her though, and a part of him was impatient for it, though it went against his own innate personality to be such. Wolf, again, though he tempered such impulses to roam the streets looking for her. He didn’t even know her last name.
Tune yet to really start, he finally glanced back over at Lisa, lips still curled in a small smile that said everything and nothing at all. “I can play, and I can strum, but I am no fortune teller to predict love. I am only happy that you’ve found it.” Punctuating his words with sound, his fingers danced a lively, joyful tune across the keys in a quick succession - the sound of Lisa’s happiness.
“Sound familiar?” he asked, eyes crinkling with his smile.
"Yes," she said, grinning as him as her fingers moved of their own accord. She didn't need to see the keys to know what she was playing; it was as innate as her own blood, her heart. "It's our song."
"A bit of me, for my hands play the tune, but this is all you, Sunshine," he said, bending his head over the keys as they both picked up the song as easily as they ever had together. Perhaps it was a shared song of the soul, or perhaps because they had known each other for longer than half their lives, and had been playing together just as long, but music had always come to them both, together at a time, easily.
SUMMARY: Lisa goes to the Penthouse to share some really exciting news with Michael. They celebrate as they always have; with music.