Well that's a good idea, why didn't I have it sooner?
Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 10:52 am
This seriously is in no way, shape or form connected to the actual gameplay and probably will never make it into the game. Probably.
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It was a quiet, lazy sort of day, the sun high and bright in an azure sky seemed to make the silence all the more profound. The gentle sound of music carried far through the deserted halls on a cloudless, sunny Saturday afternoon. A soft, soothing piano melody neither cheerful nor melancholy, but somewhere in between, a relaxing wisp of a tune, floated out from the only open classroom door.
The room was much like any of the others, but it had been cleared of chairs and desks to make room for, among other things, a well aged piano that looked like it had been polished once too often; the sheen of lacquer was buffed almost through, the dull surface of the bare dark wood beneath. Several chairs were arranged in a loose semicircle a good few metres wide, which made the instrument even more of a fixture as if emphasising its presence. Most of the chairs were unoccupied, as a tall girl with golden blonde hair played that slow and slightly haunting melody to the empty room.
As the tune faded away into the peaceful silence, a contented smile overcame her.
“You always play so beautifully.” The quiet lilt of a feminine voice barely broke the silence, almost a whisper. “I wish I could play the way you do.”
“An artist is nothing without her art,” the blonde girl replied in a warm tone that was almost motherly. Her fingers flowed across the keys again as if feeling for something trapped in the narrow spaces between. “Without you, I fear I would forever be playing the scales like a broken old record until my fingers were numb and my love was all worn out.”
Words spoken in that earnest and refined voice brought a soft colouring of pink to the cheeks of a girl with long dark tresses of the most lustrous plum coloured hair. She brought one slender, pale-skinned hand up to her face, stopping a giggle behind delicate fingers.
The blonde girl continued, her fingers still tracing patterns on the keys as if in practice. “You bring music to my lips and to my fingers as if it were water flowing from my veins. I can only hope that my most sincere efforts bring you the same joy your presence has brought to me, ever since I first met you.”
The dark haired girl tipped her nose down towards the floor, hair falling down around her face in concealing waves as the pink in her skin fluoresced to a deep scarlet.
“Lily…really, sometimes you say the most embarrassing things.”
The blonde pianist raised her head quite suddenly, as if in realisation, and she turned about slowly on the short cushioned stool till she faced her companion across the room. Eyes of deep, shimmering cobalt gazed emptily, misted over by a pale haze. Again she smiled, a slow, warm smile that spread across her face.
“Would you like me to stop?”
The girl with the long purple hair shook her head, eyes of deep violet rising from the floor to meet the unseeing gaze of the musician.
“Play something else,” she replied imploringly in that tiny voice. She caught the gaze of those hazy cerulean eyes, a sightless gaze that seemed to draw her in, unable to look away. For what seemed like a long while, they sat in silence, locked in that most unusual of exchanges.
At last, the blonde girl rose from her seat before the grand instrument, shaking out sunny locks as she stood. She slid the lid of the piano shut with a quiet bump, then bent to reach for the black case that lay open by her feet. Her fingers, unguided, still found the neck of the violin with a graceful ease and slipped the instrument out of its cradle. With a twirl that looked almost careless, and yet so elegant, she brought the violin up to rest on her shoulder, bow in hand.
“What would my darling Hanako like me to play today,” she wondered aloud as she brushed the bow feather-light across oiled string, bringing the softest of squeaked notes from the instrument in her hand. “Strauss, perhaps? Anything in particular you’d like to hear? I am always ready to play whatever you want to hear.”
“I want to hear you play,” replied the blushing girl with the plum coloured hair while her hands fidgeted in her lap. “I like your music the best.”
Lily smiled that slow, gentle smile of hers again, gesturing with her bow. “Is that not, perhaps, because you know that it was made for you.” She didn’t have to see to know the sudden flush such words would bring, having felt the heat by her fingertips enough times in the past. She shook her hair again in a way that was purely aesthetic, golden flowing locks shimmering in the sunlight. “Then you shall have your music, my most precious muse, if it makes you as happy as you say. More reward I could not ask for.”
“Play me something to dance to,” requested the dark haired girl. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that from you.”
“A tango then.” Lily smiled again. “But then, it takes two for that.”
“You’re here, aren’t you? Perhaps I just want to imagine what it would be like to dance with you?”
The blonde musician let her smile ebb slightly as her face flushed at the thought. In lieu of a reply, she brought the bow back to its place and drew a first long, deep note.
At first, the violin chirped and hummed and groaned as if with a life of its own and chattering animatedly with its mistress. Then, in a series of quick, short utterances, the music began to flow. The blonde girl began to sway slightly on her feet as her bow drew out an energetic yet oddly haunting tune that brought a feeling of both joy and sadness, winding together in Hanako’s mind into a longing, a passionate yearning of some unnameable fashion. She found herself moved, at once smiling and shivering, like the crisp beauty of a bitter winter’s day flowing through her soul. As always, she was right; Lily made the most beautiful music of all.
“I would gladly dance with you, my love,” the blonde whispered to her companion through the sound of a bittersweet tune. “Unto the end of the world.”
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That having been said, where did all the yuri connotations go? Seriously, best bit of the whole concept.
Anyway, this was done at the request of 4chan's /a/ board. Enjoy it, guys. I promise I'll have that BAD END vignette up as soon as possible, too.
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It was a quiet, lazy sort of day, the sun high and bright in an azure sky seemed to make the silence all the more profound. The gentle sound of music carried far through the deserted halls on a cloudless, sunny Saturday afternoon. A soft, soothing piano melody neither cheerful nor melancholy, but somewhere in between, a relaxing wisp of a tune, floated out from the only open classroom door.
The room was much like any of the others, but it had been cleared of chairs and desks to make room for, among other things, a well aged piano that looked like it had been polished once too often; the sheen of lacquer was buffed almost through, the dull surface of the bare dark wood beneath. Several chairs were arranged in a loose semicircle a good few metres wide, which made the instrument even more of a fixture as if emphasising its presence. Most of the chairs were unoccupied, as a tall girl with golden blonde hair played that slow and slightly haunting melody to the empty room.
As the tune faded away into the peaceful silence, a contented smile overcame her.
“You always play so beautifully.” The quiet lilt of a feminine voice barely broke the silence, almost a whisper. “I wish I could play the way you do.”
“An artist is nothing without her art,” the blonde girl replied in a warm tone that was almost motherly. Her fingers flowed across the keys again as if feeling for something trapped in the narrow spaces between. “Without you, I fear I would forever be playing the scales like a broken old record until my fingers were numb and my love was all worn out.”
Words spoken in that earnest and refined voice brought a soft colouring of pink to the cheeks of a girl with long dark tresses of the most lustrous plum coloured hair. She brought one slender, pale-skinned hand up to her face, stopping a giggle behind delicate fingers.
The blonde girl continued, her fingers still tracing patterns on the keys as if in practice. “You bring music to my lips and to my fingers as if it were water flowing from my veins. I can only hope that my most sincere efforts bring you the same joy your presence has brought to me, ever since I first met you.”
The dark haired girl tipped her nose down towards the floor, hair falling down around her face in concealing waves as the pink in her skin fluoresced to a deep scarlet.
“Lily…really, sometimes you say the most embarrassing things.”
The blonde pianist raised her head quite suddenly, as if in realisation, and she turned about slowly on the short cushioned stool till she faced her companion across the room. Eyes of deep, shimmering cobalt gazed emptily, misted over by a pale haze. Again she smiled, a slow, warm smile that spread across her face.
“Would you like me to stop?”
The girl with the long purple hair shook her head, eyes of deep violet rising from the floor to meet the unseeing gaze of the musician.
“Play something else,” she replied imploringly in that tiny voice. She caught the gaze of those hazy cerulean eyes, a sightless gaze that seemed to draw her in, unable to look away. For what seemed like a long while, they sat in silence, locked in that most unusual of exchanges.
At last, the blonde girl rose from her seat before the grand instrument, shaking out sunny locks as she stood. She slid the lid of the piano shut with a quiet bump, then bent to reach for the black case that lay open by her feet. Her fingers, unguided, still found the neck of the violin with a graceful ease and slipped the instrument out of its cradle. With a twirl that looked almost careless, and yet so elegant, she brought the violin up to rest on her shoulder, bow in hand.
“What would my darling Hanako like me to play today,” she wondered aloud as she brushed the bow feather-light across oiled string, bringing the softest of squeaked notes from the instrument in her hand. “Strauss, perhaps? Anything in particular you’d like to hear? I am always ready to play whatever you want to hear.”
“I want to hear you play,” replied the blushing girl with the plum coloured hair while her hands fidgeted in her lap. “I like your music the best.”
Lily smiled that slow, gentle smile of hers again, gesturing with her bow. “Is that not, perhaps, because you know that it was made for you.” She didn’t have to see to know the sudden flush such words would bring, having felt the heat by her fingertips enough times in the past. She shook her hair again in a way that was purely aesthetic, golden flowing locks shimmering in the sunlight. “Then you shall have your music, my most precious muse, if it makes you as happy as you say. More reward I could not ask for.”
“Play me something to dance to,” requested the dark haired girl. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that from you.”
“A tango then.” Lily smiled again. “But then, it takes two for that.”
“You’re here, aren’t you? Perhaps I just want to imagine what it would be like to dance with you?”
The blonde musician let her smile ebb slightly as her face flushed at the thought. In lieu of a reply, she brought the bow back to its place and drew a first long, deep note.
At first, the violin chirped and hummed and groaned as if with a life of its own and chattering animatedly with its mistress. Then, in a series of quick, short utterances, the music began to flow. The blonde girl began to sway slightly on her feet as her bow drew out an energetic yet oddly haunting tune that brought a feeling of both joy and sadness, winding together in Hanako’s mind into a longing, a passionate yearning of some unnameable fashion. She found herself moved, at once smiling and shivering, like the crisp beauty of a bitter winter’s day flowing through her soul. As always, she was right; Lily made the most beautiful music of all.
“I would gladly dance with you, my love,” the blonde whispered to her companion through the sound of a bittersweet tune. “Unto the end of the world.”
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That having been said, where did all the yuri connotations go? Seriously, best bit of the whole concept.
Anyway, this was done at the request of 4chan's /a/ board. Enjoy it, guys. I promise I'll have that BAD END vignette up as soon as possible, too.
I'm not in the mood for straightness right now XD