{Secure} A SCP Book

[Oneshot| SCP-035]

"Harpist for the Mask-1"

Requested by: Me still

Small Note: The music video that will be featured in this oneshot is from the YouTube channel 'Harpist for the King'. All credits for the harp cover of canon in d that is used in this oneshot is her's. Please support her!

This might also take place from the 16th and/or 18th century. Or maybe in between, idk. You may play the music if you want to but there is a specific part in the oneshot where you would play it.
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{Y/N L/N's Perspective}

A Woman's purpose is to serve the ones who are higher than her, especially, they are mere servants to other men. That's what makes you different, your family, friends,the whole village even sees you as a disgrace. Why you ask? You were disobeying your purpose, you weren't following the format, unlike everybody else. Most people says that a woman cannot have any educational degree, so when they found out that you've been secretly reading books and playing an instrument even though you were not recognized by the church. They turn their backs on you, saying that your punishment is to be hanged. You don't know why was it a big deal for them, you are human as well are you not? The only difference is that you do not fit into the overused format. The news about your execution scattered throughout the village faster than a spreading wild fire. It made your parents worried, sure they may think that you are nothing but a disgrace, an abomination but you are still their daughter nevertheless so loosing you would still hurt them. So your father, being one of the best carpenters in the village build you a home deep in the forest, far away from the civilization where only you and your parents were the only ones who knew about it. You were beyond thankful, your father would bring you some books to read or would sometimes listen to you play the harp that most people think of as a curse. Your parents sees your talent as a gift from heaven, but it is quite disappointing that you are not and will never be allowed to show that talent to the world.

Today was another lonesome day just like any other days. You sigh, waking up early as you open your window, inhaling the sweet scent of the air. The air was caught up in your throat when you see a man, wearing a white porcelain theater mask. He looks around to meet you in the eyes, your eyes widen in fear, ducking down praying that this man is completely unaware of your presence, and if he is aware, you hoped that he isn't one of the villager (huh- okay I'll stop) that wants you to be killed. The man in a theater mask tilts his head in confusion, He seems to have a slight idea where those beautiful shining eyes belongs to. But wanting to make sure that his suspicion is correct, he knocks on the door, waiting patiently for the young woman to open it. You sigh, this man might kill you but you weren't raised to be impolite, dusting your dress and fixing your hair, hesitantly, you grab the door knob, twisting it open slowly as it creaks creepily, sending shivers down your spine. You look up to the man that you've been quite familiar with, you've watched him flawlessly perform before. "Greetings Monsieur. May I be of thy service good sir? Would you perhaps prefer some tea?" You ask politely as his smile widens, you knew he wasn't human but you never had the courage to tell it to the towns people. They would think that you've lost your mind. Well they already think you've lost your mind so what's the point. Anyway, back to the story, he bows down, a hand behind his back as he use the other to grab your knuckles and kiss it, giving you goosebumps.

"I've heard the rumor that a beautiful young woman lives in the depths of the forest, Must've been my luck to find her today" He exclaim as you rolled your eyes and retract your hand away from him. "I'm charmed" You exclaim with sarcasm as you look at him. "But I'm afraid that rumor does not exist nor have I heard anything like that, if it does then you must have mistaken me for another damsel" That came out a tad bit sassy than what you expect, nevertheless, you didn't pay attention to it. He stand straight, admiring such, never in his life did he expect to get such answer, most women her age would fall head over heels for the actor. He smile's never fades. "Perhaps I was lying about the rumor but I am indeed lucky to find a lovely lady" He said as you raise a brow, is he flirting with you right now? Is he not aware of you? You've made a reputation as well, except that reputation is not as good as him, quite the opposite really. "Now how about that tea ye offered? " He ask kindly, you nod and open your door wide, still a bit suspicious about the man. "Well, come in Monsieur. Please feel at home whilst as I prepare our tea" You offered, stepping aside as he nods and walks inside, your home was simple, mahogany chairs separated by a round mahogany table that has some flowers carved into its sides, stairs that lead up to your room. There were bookshelves in between and both sides of the chair, your items are indeed beautiful, obviously stating that you come from a wealthy family, he sits down, watching you as you left to prepare the tea in your kitchen. His eyes scans the books, some were old appears that it has been read multiple times already, whilst the others are new, as if you haven't open them yet "What an interesting book choices do ye have. Although is it not considered as disobedience for a woman to read books? ".

You rolled your eyes at his comment, not really caring about it since you are quite used to people saying that to you. " And Ergo have I been told about that plenty of times". He looks around once again, his eyes landing on a celtic harp its design peaks his interest, walking towards the large instrument scanning it with pure interest, leaning against the wall as a small wooden chair held it in its place. You walk out of the kitchen to see him staring intensely at your harp, you sigh as you settle the kettle down, followed by two tea cups that your uncle bought and gave to you. You also put some biscuits in the middle as you cleared your throat. "Oh! Camomile Tea? What a surprise! " He exclaim with excitement as you giggle, quite surprise and proud of his reaction. You sat down as he sat across you, taking a sip off of the tea cup, grabbing a biscuit to eat it afterward. You didn't want to question how is that even possible, who knows what would've happened if you continue on persuading the man. "So... Does that harp belongs to you Lady... " He trailed off, not really knowing your name, which he felt embarrassed about. "Y/n. Lady Y/n L/n if your wondering. And to answer your question, yes it does belong to me" You said taking a sip of your own tea. He nods, mumbling your name under his breath. "How about you good sir, what is thy name? " You continue as you grab a biscuit and eat it, not breaking eye contact with the man, it would be considered rude if you do so.

"I've accumulated many names from different countries and plays M'lady so it depends on you is there any specific name you have in mind? " He said, well isn't that a bit tricky. You tap your chin as you settle your cup down and smile. "Praticus it is then"(praticus, according to Google, is the Latin word for performer) he nods as he look at the harp then back at you. " Would it be alright if you could play it for me? " He ask pleadingly as he look at the harp. You look at him in disbelief before nodding as you grab the harp that was leaning on the wall, sitting down on the chair as you started playing a well-known piece(start the music). Your fingers softly plucks the strings as it makes the sound you desire.

The mask look at the harp, watching as the strings of the instrument wobbles as if dancing to the piece. His eyes then land on you, the way you smile whilst playing the instrument sends butterfly into his stomach, well his host's stomach, as he felt his heart beats faster, your hair falls on your shoulder as you look at the harp your e/c eyes shinning in the bright room. He appears to be lost in the trance of both your beauty and the soothing melody of the piece. As you finish playing, much to his dismay, you look up to him seemingly waiting for his reaction or critism. He stands up and claps his hands as you stood up and bow down and smile, maybe just maybe having him around wouldn't be as bad as you actually thought it would be.

-To be Continue-

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I just had a feeling that I should write this so yeah, here ya go. Hope you like it and have a great day or night