Author's Note: Hey. Yeah, so it's been for friggin' ever since I updated, but... yeah. Hopefully soon I'll actually start developing the plot some now that I know where it's going... Anyways, please review; it always makes me really happy to get reviews^^
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Drixana
"Impressive," Drixana commented, looking around the room.
Demyx smiled. "Thanks." He dropped into the stool behind his drum set and picked up a pair of sticks. He beat out a few bars of complicated rhythms.
Drixana laughed. "I love music and I wish I could drum, but I just don't think I could. Too much coordination required."
The Melodious Nocturne shrugged, drumming lightly on the rim of the snare. "It takes practice, but so does everything else worth doing."
"And some things that aren't."
"Good point, that."
Drixana continued looking around the room. It was filled with all sorts of instruments. Along with the drum set there were several guitars, a trumpet, a beautiful grand piano, a cello, and many others in cases. Several shelves along one wall were dedicated to sheet music and books on music theory, others held CDs and there was even a large collection of old vinyl records. A CD player, a record player, and a computer all sat on a table across the room from the shelves.
It was quite the array. Drixana had liked music before she became a Nobody. She had played French horn in her school's band though not notably well. Demyx, though, was a music enthusiast.
Drixana walked over to the piano and sat down on the bench. She raised her hands to hover over the keys. She had taken lessons when she was much younger, but piano had never been her forte. She played a simple little melody.
Demyx rose from his spot behind the drum set and walked over to the piano. He sat down beside her on the bench. The closeness was odd. She hadn't been so physically near anyone in a while. She subconsciously shifted over slightly. If Demyx noticed, he didn't react.
"I love music," Demyx commented. "Well, as much as one without a heart can love. It's odd, though. When I play, sometimes I can almost feel. These vague emotions flit across the very edge of my being, but if I reach for them, they disappear. It's like a dream, knowing you'll wake up and if you try too hard to cling to it, it will vanish just as quickly. I have to just take in what I can…" He trailed off.
Drixana wasn't sure how to respond. She played a few random notes very softly on the piano. Demyx seemed lost in thought, his blue-green eyes unfocused. Suddenly he spoke again. "Most of us have something like that, you know. Something that makes us remember. Something- something that we can do so that somehow, for the briefest of moments, it's almost like we're normal again."
"Ah." Drixana was slightly confused. She thought she would have been rather uncomfortable when she had had feelings and now that idea almost created a flicker of unease in her.
Demyx moved so that his hands hovered over the piano's keys. For a moment, he was indecisive, then he began to play. It was a beautiful song. Drixana sat mesmerized and watched. She lost track of time. There was only the music, the rich beautiful music that hung in the air and danced through her, unlocking deep parts of her that she had thought were lost forever.
When the last note faded and was gone, Drixana felt that newly rediscovered part of her leave with it. She frowned, then turned to look at Demyx. He had an expression on his face that told her that he was experiencing similar ideas and almost-emotions.
"It's bittersweet, because for a moment, you can almost have your heart back, but it hurts a little more every time it leaves." He sighed, playing a few arpeggios. "You just have to decide whether it's worth it…"
Drixana considered this. It seemed a difficult decision to make. Oh, well. She was in no rush.