Soft sounds... gentle strings hammering on and on. The music flows, endlessly, pouring out emotion from her heart. Quick and callused fingers worked across the ivory keys, each note playing a harmonious chord.
Fang.
She winced, and pounded away on the keys. She turned to save cocoon, Pulse. Did she leave her alone on purpose? She closed her eyes, her spine moving with every movement her fingers made. She sped up, Allegro. Lively notes flowed through the whole of her heart, her home. This was her sanctuary. Where she could let down her walls, be Claire for at least a while.
One song of emotion, to let herself feel. For the moment, Lightning was stored away. She was raw, vulnerable.
For Fang.
The melody became erratic, wild, free. It was for Fang. Dust rose from the ivory keys, since she hadn't played in years. She played, and played, until her arms and hands were sore.
Loud notes, erratic strings hammering on and on. The notes made no sense, except to Claire. A strong determination, a strong feeling. Everything that was Fang. She frowned, and played the last note, her chest heaving. With shaky hands, she closed the lid of the piano, and stared at the instrument.
She broke into sobs, holding her head in her hands.
Fang brushed the hair out of Lightning's eyes, wishing she could feel it. A ghostly blue hue, transparent. Lightning froze, and looked at her hand. She could've sworn she felt something. She looked around, seeking any signs of life.
Fang smiled.
She was right there. As she was before, and she would be there always.