With all that I am.acidpop25October 6 2007, 04:50:45 UTC
A few days later.
He doesn't know if it was deliberate on her part of not, but Blaise can hear the unmistakable sound of a piano through the door of the Room of Requirement. He hasn't seen her save for in classes in days and has not sought her out, but he is pushing the door open before he even thinks about it, stepping inside. It is not a song he knows; it is not a song like anything he has ever heard before, a beautiful, complicated melody full of crashing power and tension, building under her fingers to a fever pitch, the sound every bit as wildly passionate as her playing (for Aislinn leans into every note, and the look on her face is not so different at all from ecstasy) until it seems to shatter the very air on a long, lingering chord that fills the whole room, and Aislinn's voice joins the sound, words in Welsh that he does not understand twining their way into the music as the melody slows, resolving itself into warmer sounds and gentler notes, and Aislinn's clear, lilting voice above it all. Blaise does not know the words, but there is unmistakable longing in it, bittersweet even in the glowing warmth of the piano melody but all so shatteringly, achingly perfect that Blaise can barely breathe.
He doesn't want it to end, he doesn't want her to ever stop, but of course she must. The piano softens, fading down until it is, in the last, only the sound of Aislinn's voice ringing in the room clear as a silver bell, ardunn in a voice that could stop your heart.
It is only when the last echo dies that Blaise realises she is crying.
Re: With all that I am.acidpop25October 6 2007, 05:00:43 UTC
I doubt this description can do it justice. Just. It's shatteringly beautiful. And of course, lest there was any question, it's his song. It's also the best thing Aislinn has ever written. (That, she says, is a reflection on her subject). She just. Idek, I hadn't realised she had fallen quite this hard, but she really, really has.
I'm not sure if she ever intended to actually play that for him (and she hasn't in its entirety, since he missed the beginning), but, moot point now.
Re: With all that I am.sandra_lanimilOctober 6 2007, 10:55:50 UTC
It's odd that Blaise never got paired with an artist before; it moves him profoundly. Not so much the art in and off itself as witnessing the creation of it, the human aspect, the expression. Feeling it happen.
You know, I have no idea what happens after this. He is ... rather stunned, to be honest.
Re: With all that I am.acidpop25October 6 2007, 14:22:37 UTC
If you don't count that brief backstory with Q Graham. But yes, I definitely get that vibe with Aislinn... and Ais has a very particular, intense passion in her work that comes across very powerfully at times (like here). And music is her first love, artisticly speaking, of that there's no question.
...kinda why I didn't write any further. I had no clue.
Re: With all that I am.sandra_lanimilOctober 6 2007, 15:38:54 UTC
Passion. Nothing really captures Blaise like passion does. And this is passion about creating something beautiful, it really doesn't get much better than that.
He doesn't know if it was deliberate on her part of not, but Blaise can hear the unmistakable sound of a piano through the door of the Room of Requirement. He hasn't seen her save for in classes in days and has not sought her out, but he is pushing the door open before he even thinks about it, stepping inside. It is not a song he knows; it is not a song like anything he has ever heard before, a beautiful, complicated melody full of crashing power and tension, building under her fingers to a fever pitch, the sound every bit as wildly passionate as her playing (for Aislinn leans into every note, and the look on her face is not so different at all from ecstasy) until it seems to shatter the very air on a long, lingering chord that fills the whole room, and Aislinn's voice joins the sound, words in Welsh that he does not understand twining their way into the music as the melody slows, resolving itself into warmer sounds and gentler notes, and Aislinn's clear, lilting voice above it all. Blaise does not know the words, but there is unmistakable longing in it, bittersweet even in the glowing warmth of the piano melody but all so shatteringly, achingly perfect that Blaise can barely breathe.
He doesn't want it to end, he doesn't want her to ever stop, but of course she must. The piano softens, fading down until it is, in the last, only the sound of Aislinn's voice ringing in the room clear as a silver bell, ardunn in a voice that could stop your heart.
It is only when the last echo dies that Blaise realises she is crying.
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I'm not sure if she ever intended to actually play that for him (and she hasn't in its entirety, since he missed the beginning), but, moot point now.
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You know, I have no idea what happens after this. He is ... rather stunned, to be honest.
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...kinda why I didn't write any further. I had no clue.
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