Kate!Fic | Mistral Moment (1/1) | Reilly Chambers, Michael Corner | Any Age
Title: Mistral Moment (1/1)
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Characters: Reilly Chambers, Michael Corner
Rating: Any Age
Word Count: 346
Summary: Reilly watches Michael perform and recognizes the song she's never heard before.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Reilly Chambers and Michael Corner are characters formerly played at si_muove_rpg and currently played at pinksheep_wench. The fabulous elle_blessing is Michael's usual puppeteer. I just borrowed him.
Reilly entered the club just before nine o’clock, when Michael’s set was to start. Since he’d begun playing at Mistral’s on a regular basis - regular for Michael, that is - she’d done her best to come see him perform as often as she could. Partly this was to show her support for her friend. Partly it was because she enjoyed watching the reactions of the crowd both to Michael and his music. And partly it was because Reilly just enjoyed hearing him play, letting his voice and melodies wash over her like a balm.
Tonight, though, she was here because Michael had specifically indicated he wanted her to come. He hadn’t gone so far as to ask for her attendance, but it was a rare enough thing for him to express a particular desire for her audience that Reilly had immediately rearranged her schedule to avoid any potential conflicts. While she didn’t know why Michael wanted her there, she knew that he wouldn’t have stressed it without a reason. Reilly wondered if he’d finally found her song.
Sitting in her usual spot, a slightly more private corner of the room that still afforded a broad view of the room, Reilly sipped her very dry martini and watched. At the moment, Michael’s eyes were closed, his voice warm and low as he sang. Lips curling almost imperceptibly, she surveyed the crowd. The audience was divided almost evenly divided between those who were enthralled by the man on stage, his effortless energy lulling them into submission, and those who were entranced by the smoky thrum of the music.
As one song faded and another took its place, Reilly felt herself still. The new song had an intense melody that ebbed and flowed, with a strong and steady undercurrent of bass. Though she was certain she’d never heard the song before, it was familiar, comfortable, right. Raising her eyes to the stage, she found Michael’s gaze trained on her, waiting to see if she recognized it, if she knew.
Of course she did.
It wasn’t her song.
It was theirs.
Author: Kate, aka mugglechump
Characters: Reilly Chambers, Michael Corner
Rating: Any Age
Word Count: 346
Summary: Reilly watches Michael perform and recognizes the song she's never heard before.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKR’s sandbox. I just like to build sand castles.
Author’s Notes: Reilly Chambers and Michael Corner are characters formerly played at si_muove_rpg and currently played at pinksheep_wench. The fabulous elle_blessing is Michael's usual puppeteer. I just borrowed him.
Reilly entered the club just before nine o’clock, when Michael’s set was to start. Since he’d begun playing at Mistral’s on a regular basis - regular for Michael, that is - she’d done her best to come see him perform as often as she could. Partly this was to show her support for her friend. Partly it was because she enjoyed watching the reactions of the crowd both to Michael and his music. And partly it was because Reilly just enjoyed hearing him play, letting his voice and melodies wash over her like a balm.
Tonight, though, she was here because Michael had specifically indicated he wanted her to come. He hadn’t gone so far as to ask for her attendance, but it was a rare enough thing for him to express a particular desire for her audience that Reilly had immediately rearranged her schedule to avoid any potential conflicts. While she didn’t know why Michael wanted her there, she knew that he wouldn’t have stressed it without a reason. Reilly wondered if he’d finally found her song.
Sitting in her usual spot, a slightly more private corner of the room that still afforded a broad view of the room, Reilly sipped her very dry martini and watched. At the moment, Michael’s eyes were closed, his voice warm and low as he sang. Lips curling almost imperceptibly, she surveyed the crowd. The audience was divided almost evenly divided between those who were enthralled by the man on stage, his effortless energy lulling them into submission, and those who were entranced by the smoky thrum of the music.
As one song faded and another took its place, Reilly felt herself still. The new song had an intense melody that ebbed and flowed, with a strong and steady undercurrent of bass. Though she was certain she’d never heard the song before, it was familiar, comfortable, right. Raising her eyes to the stage, she found Michael’s gaze trained on her, waiting to see if she recognized it, if she knew.
Of course she did.
It wasn’t her song.
It was theirs.