Notes: So basically, I get prompts on Tumblr, some of them turn out decently, I want to share them with peeps. That's how this goes. That is in fact how I roll. I am taking prompts currently, so if you want to toss one my way, feel free! It's been years since I've taken piano lessons and my experience in highschool band was limited to a very convincing impersonation of Squidward with my clarinet. So yeah. Sorry for any inaccuracies for those of you in my readership who are musically inclined.

Enamor Me - Cylice

It had been quite some time since she last played piano. Between adventuring in Wonderland, grieving, and being stuck in an asylum, she hadn't had a chance in years. So, when the opportunity presented itself, she couldn't resist, if only to see if she still could play with anything resembling skill.

She picked an easier piece, yet still the first few chords came out less skillfully played than she would have liked. Although she supposed actually having sheet music would have helped quite a bit.

Yet as long as it had been since she'd last played, it was longer still since she'd had an interested audience. Her father had never been particularly interested, listening to her play reminded him too much of her mother. So, when she felt as though she were being watched, she couldn't help but look.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," Cyrus said, leaning up against the door frame, still listening intently. "That was lovely."

"If you say so," she replied. She was out of practice and the instrument was out of tune, but he could think about it whatever he wanted. "Where have you been off to all afternoon?" She'd hardly seen him since tea.

"Mostly hiding from your stepmother," he replied. A perfectly understandable thing. Her presence in the study was to more or less the same ends. "I don't think she likes me very much."

"I don't think she likes anybody very much," she said. Thankfully, they were leaving in the morning. The purpose of their trip back to her father's house as simple: announce their engagement, extend an invitation to their wedding (which she doubted Sarah would accept, regardless of the situation), and enjoy the look on her stepmother's face once she realized that Alice had been telling the truth the whole time. She supposed that she should feel slightly bad about the last bit, but after Bethel, she really didn't.

"She loves your sister and father very much," he said, before realizing that now was not the time to be talking about her stepmother's one virtue and changing the subject. "In all my years, I've never heard music like that."

"Would you care to try it yourself?" she said. She'd become a bit frustrated with her own attempts.

"I'm no good with music I'm afraid," he said, slightly shaking his head.

"I can teach you," she said, moving over on the bench. "Come on, it'll be fun." He didn't take long before deciding to join her. "Alright, so these," she gestured to the white keys, "are your natural keys and these," she pointed to the black, "are flats and sharps."

"How do you tell which key is flat or sharp?"

"It's mostly a matter of perspective. This key, for example, is a B flat if you were looking at it for a piece in F Major, but if you were looking at B Major piece, it would be an A sharp…" she trailed off into a music theory lesson, with Cyrus more than occasionally interjecting with another question, but they did eventually move into a more practical lesson.

"What was that you said earlier about not being any good with music?" she said later, briefly laying her head on his shoulder and holding his hand. He'd made marvelous progress from when they started earlier.

"I suppose it helps to have an uncommonly clever teacher," he replied.