Basking

[Ian Flanagan]

Ian blinked slightly as he moved from the darkened hallway into the bright octangular expanse, filled with plants and benches and little tables . . . there was a grand piano to his left; he eyed it as always but still didn't touch it. His mother would no doubt berate him for not practicing when he went home. She'd well enough ruined it for him, he thought, and sat down on the bench, his hands over his knees, his dark red hair falling forward around his face as he put one finger on the center key, pushing it ever so softly and listening to the quiet C note it produced.

[Alex Chambers]

Alex's hand traced over the lines of the wall, looking like an idiot to any veiwers eye, but he was trying to find his way down the Hallway, it was far too dark for his eyes to see. Though, his bright blue eyes gleamed in the darkness, a mirror of two crystal shards. Nearing the Sun Room, he could hear a very very faint note being played by what he thought out to be a Piano. Piano... grand! His feet traced the ground quicker as his pace came faster, and he stopped at halfway through the Frame of the entrance. The sight of a guy, leaning over near the keys stopped him. His left foot hit the ground last, making a small echoing noise.

OOC: sorry if you didn't want me to post here

[Ian Flanagan]

ooc: nope open thread

Ian looked up sharply, his hand drawing back from the keys as though the piano had nipped at him; he pulled his hands into his lap and looked with a clear gaze, almost defiant, at the dark-haired boy in front of him. For a moment he said nothing, still hearing the muted tone echoing in his mind, longing to repeat it with more clarity but not daring in the presence of another student. Finally, with a slight lift of his chin, he brushed his hair back, revealing blue-green eyes that echoed with the ocean at noon, and said, "Hello . . ."

[Alex Chambers]

The side of Alex's lip twitched with nervousness and being shamefully alarmed at the other boys presence before him. He blinked a couple of times before the late words of the boy came to mind. "Hi... " he said in a faint voice. Why was he nervous, maybe because of this new school? New people he had never met before, yes, maybe that was it.

[Ian Flanagan]

"I'm Ian," Ian explained, looking once more at the keys and thinking he ought to sit on his hands before he made the fool of himself by playing. He started to stand, almost awkward as he clambered backwards over the bench, stumbling over it a little and toppling forward towards the piano, his hands splayed as they rocked the instrument with a dissonant cacophony of sound that echoed through the room. Almost horrified, Ian straightened and back away. He composed himself and looked at the boy with an attempt at a smile. "Right. Ian," he repeated ruefully.

[Alex Chambers]

Alex swallowed, the sound echoed horridly in his ears. Wanting him to twitch at the neck, but he forced from it. "Alexandre Chambers," he said after a while of waiting, the noise still could be heard faintly in the air around Alex. Or so he could still hear it. "But, call me Alex." he added with a nod. Something he always inquired people to do. He thought Alex was better than Alexandre, he had yet to meet someone or thought other wise of his actual name.

[Ian Flanagan]

"Did you need this?" Ian asked, gesticulating towards the piano and moving even further away. "Be my guest . . . I wouldn't play it unless I was alone anyway, which I never quite seem to be around here," he said, rolling his eyes slightly. "There's always someone grabbing at my sleeve and demanding attention . . ." His laugh was light, but choppy, as though he doubted his own words.

[Alex Chambers]

"No," Alex shook his head, hair falling infront of his eyes. "I mean, I can play, but I-I only came in here since I heard someone playing... well, you only played one note," he said shakily.

[Ian Flanagan]

"Hey, I can play more than one note!" Ian objected, and sat down again suddenly, feeling challenged. He rested his fingers on the keys and looked up at Alex, starting slowly across them, the cords simple at first, but building in tempo and complexity, a defiant tempest rising in the melody and echoing in the keystrokes.

[Alex Chambers]

Alex hadn't tried to imply that, and walked over beside the bench he sat down at. Staring at the keys, the two crystal shards in his eyes shimmered with the light of the Sun that beamed in.

[Ian Flanagan]

Ian finished the piece and drew his legs up over the bench, turning around to face him, still defiant. A lock of his hair hung across his eyes again and he only stared out beneath it, his lips slightly tight, before he smiled broadly. "Ah, I can't believe I did that in front of someone!" he said, and looked down grinning.

[Alex Chambers]

"That- That was good," Alex said. "But I never implyed that you couldn't play," he told him, biting at his lip. "Mind if I play a piece?" he asked nervously, at the end of one side of the Piano, he let his fingers go over the side edge of it, and touched the smooth surface of the end key.

[Ian Flanagan]

"No, I don't," Ian said, sitting on a nearby chair and slouching across it, one hand on his chin lightly as he looked at Alex at the piano, obviously intending on listening to him play.

[Alex Chambers]

Alex was not a person who was scared to play infront of someone. He thought a moment as he sat down on the bench that was once occupied by Ian, and was still warm from his body heat. Ignoring that fair detail slightly, he let his finger tips rest at the edge of the white keys. Beethoven, yeah, a piece by him would do well. He took a moment, remembering the notes and began playing the piece. The song becoming stronger, as Alex got more into the piece of music. His hair fell forward above his nose and eyes.

[Ian Flanagan]

Ian smiled to himself as he listened to Alex play; he loved Beethoven, definitely one of his favorite composers. He shut his eyes and rode the ascending sound in his mind, so purely defined on the piano. The octagonal room made the sound echo through the room with a glassy edge; he opened his eyes and stared up towards the vaulted ceiling.