OOM: What dreams may come

[ms_myers]

Nina is having one of those white nights that leave her pounding her pillow and nearly weeping with irritated frustration at three in the morning. She sits quietly in bed, not really reading a book perched in her lap; her thoughts are restless and wandering, moving in and out of a sleepy haze

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[forsaken_bard]

Harp music.

As always, it is slow and sad. A man in an impeccable black suit is reclining rather leisurely in a chair with the harp in his lap.

Dark hair falls in front of his pale, handsome face as he concentrates on the music.

[ms_myers]

Nina's fuzzily incoherent brain manages something like But he left... before she slips out of bed to sit at his feet. "Play me a love song."

[forsaken_bard]

I never bared my emotion
A dark chuckle as he glanced at her through the curtain of dark hair. Amusement barely there, in that cool, dry voice.
My passion always strong
"As you wish, Lady Nina."
I never lost my devotion
A brief pause of consideration before his nimble fingers began weaving over the harp strings. A melody, soft and tender, flowed from his harp and heart. Love only remembered spun from his music. His love bleeding in his arms was the story it told.
But somewhere fate went wrong

[ms_myers]

Nina sits and weeps silently at his feet, tears falling down her cheeks in a kind of release. Once again the emotion comes crashing down through her, tearing her apart, flying through all the dark places in her heart she thought she'd forgotten, and her chest hurts with the tightness and aching throb inside.