❝𝒎𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒔.❞
(you're missing from me.)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Iva Laurent lost her parents when she was eight. Sold to the black market by her only relative left on this earth, she was l...
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We're like a song with no words, the bittersweet resonance of a wooden bow against silver strings and a dance against all rhythms. I was all alone, bearing the demands of the tempo and the weight of every accent through the staves — till you rushed in like a valiant tempest. Your accompaniment was purposeful with clarity, lifting me off into the air with incomprehensible ease and grace. Albeit being sounds of differing tones and movements of contradicting choreography, you always had a way to delicately string us together into one breathtaking performance. Dance with me to the rhythm of love, darling. May our tale be told through all sonatas and interludes.
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LONDON February Location: Jaxen's House
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Stepping out of the shower, I pulled the slate grey sweatshirt over me and went downstairs. Intrigued by the soft melody from the grand piano, my gaze focused towards the direction of the music and saw Jax there, sitting by the dark gloss grandeur placed right beside the large expanse of the glass window. Faint moonlight cast upon the entire area, surrounding him with a halo of silver that caused me to stop at my feet. I took in the whole sight, enthralled by all that I witnessed.
"Iva." He turned towards me and patted the space on the seat beside him. "Join me for a bit?"
My mind seemed to have a conscious of its own when I felt myself being pushed in his direction, compelled to his affections and tenderness. I sat on the cushioned seat, filling the space beside him and asked, "What were you playing?"
"Moonlight sonata," he smiled. "Beethoven."
"Is that your favourite piece?"
"You can say that," he chuckled. "Can you play?"
I stared down at the keys in front of me, slightly intimidated by the unfamiliarity. There was no way I could comprehend music, in the same manner, I knew of colours and shapes. Shaking my head lightly, I responded, "No."
"Want to try?" He lifted an arm and rested his elbow just above the fallboard. His body turned towards me and I looked at him with lifted brows, amused by his invitation. It was in these rarer times when his smile reached his eyes and the greyish-blue tones glimmered as he focused on me, making it irresistible for me to not smile at the look of it.
"Why not?" I laughed, facing the keys again and placed my hands above the keys. "What should I do?"
"I'm not going to teach you from the start, sweetness," he whispered softly before a strong arm circled my back and swept my entire body towards him. He settled me on his lap and I felt my own breath being caught in my throat. My heart was thumping so fast that I almost felt myself near to having a cardiac arrest. I stuttered, "W-What are you doing?"
