No, I won't be angry if people don't get the references. I will however, tell you what they were. The first one was Clue: The Movie (based on Cluedo the board game) in which Tim Curry is a funny man and I couldn't help it. The second one was just Star Wars (although there's a cookie in there for anyone who's observant enough and I won't tell you what it is, but hopefully everyone has noticed that naming characters is a thing I enjoy *hinthint*).
There is no hidden reference in this one; I'll be nice. I was just listening to a sad song.
Piano
Piano is the most melancholy instrument in the universe. They say one plays best when they can channel emotion through themselves and into their instrument. If that's true, then Marceline Abadeer was more than metal and ink and shadows. She played the piano like an extension of her soul; haunting and gorgeous.
Bonnie couldn't move her feet. She just stood in the doorway to the music room and watched, listening to the notes reverberating through the air. It was muffled slightly by the door and no sooner had her brain registered this as a shame than her hand was reaching for the knob. It turned, the door pushed open, Bonnie slipped inside. Marceline didn't notice.
The sound filled the room, coiling like smoke, filling her vision with fog. It was so… so sad. Bonnie had heard cheerful piano before, she'd heard upbeat and angry. But this… this contained such strong sorrow that she felt her heart trembling with it.
As the last note rang out, echoing, chilling, Marceline sighed.
"What song was that?" Bonnie asked softly.
Marceline jumped, spinning on the stool, her eyes wide. "Holy crap, brainiac. How long have you been there?"
"Long enough. The song?"
She shrugged, pushing dark hair behind her ear. "Just something that needed to be out."
Bonnie arched an eyebrow, incredulous. "You made it up?" It shouldn't really shock her. Marceline was a talented musician after all. She knew that.
"I guess." It was still a surprise.
"Well it was awful. I haven't wanted to cry like that in ages. Honestly." She huffed, but Marceline only smiled at her.
"Sorry… I guess."
Bonnibel shook her head. "No, I mean… It was beautiful. But next time, play me something happy, okay?"
Marceline smiled. "Sure. Whatever you want, princess."
"I'm going to pretend that wasn't creepy."
A slight frown creased Marceline's brow. "How was that in any way creepy?"
"Seriously? Everything you say is creepy."
"You just have a dirty mind for an angel." Marceline was smirking then, crossing the room to stand near the door.
Bonnibel snorted as Marceline pulled the door open for her. "If you had a problem with my mind being filthy you'd stop talking to me. But instead you call me in the middle of the night just to ask a stupid question about your maths homework. I'd say you appreciate my ability to turn everything you say into an innuendo."
"I am your number one stalker," Marceline laughed.
"You're a weirdo is what you are."
