The following is rated M for explicit adult situations and may not be suitable for viewers under the age of 16.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real persons or events is unintentional.
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The stillness of his breathing tethered his soul inward, while the cascading hush of cool wind tugged outward against his heart. With each breath he took in the airs of aged Ionian trees, untouched since their births at the heart of the ancient forest. The hollow echoes of bird calls resonated vividly against his ears.
A strange sound tapped against his eardrums, but did not rouse him from his meditations. It carried with it a potent aura, however, and so he could not avoid noticing it. It was so powerful, in fact, so persistently intoxicating, that he savored its bitter lull, drawn into its rhythm as the furthest branches of the trees were drawn towards the sun. He found himself rocking to its circular echoes, even as he stood to pat away the dust from his knees.
Even the forest's creatures were harmonizing with the melody, he noticed. But unlike nature, only man ventured to discover it's source, as Lee Sin emerged into a clearing stained in sunlight. The noise stopped abruptly, as its conductor noticed her uninvited guest.
He smiled apologetically, aware of he'd been misunderstood, though he enjoyed the quieter music of the conductor's softly beating heart just as well.
"I am by no means disturbed," Lee explained politely. "Please, continue…"
A long silence. Then, a small smile crept upon the maven's lips. Her fingers, hovering over the strings of the Etwhal, plucked the next chord. The sound of Lee Sin's rising pulse reassured her. She returned her attention to the instrument, yet never taking her eyes away from her audience.
Content, Lee Sin sat at the base of the tree to meditate. Sona's music was such that he could return to himself instantly. Not that he had any trouble relaxing. It meant that he could appreciate her talent all the more.
For he was not one to attend concerts, and on the Fields of Justice had only ever witnessed her crashing, torrential crescendo to battle. And bloodlust, Sona certainly did have, where even by her toxic melody did he find his heart and mind emboldened.
But what a joy it was, he felt, to be able to see, or hear, rather, a side of her he'd never heard before. He felt quite spoiled, indulging himself in the jealousy of a private concert for his ears alone.
He came to realize that they had mutually coalesced through the beauty of sound. Sona almost seemed to laugh. Lee, too, laughed. They exchanged smiles. Through music they discussed many things at great lengths. And when the first droplets of a coming storm tinted the sea of conversation, Sona bowed wistfully.
"We shall do this again," Lee invited, reassuringly.
Sona was only too eager. He returned her bow and strode away into the forest. Sona's eyes followed him for a while. Her ears followed him for much, much longer. Etwhal tapped her shoulder with an inquisitive note. She shrugged and returned with it to the villa.
The rain was its own little symphony, growing louder and louder…
...and louder…