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Basking
Mar 21, 2007 15:39:04 GMT -5
Post by Alex Chambers on Mar 21, 2007 15:39:04 GMT -5
A smile pierced at the edges of Alex's lips as he continued to play the song. His glance looked up at Ian for only a brief moment since he seemed to be only looking interested at the ceiling. Though, Alex didn't stop playing the piece; He bit slowly at his lip a little before the piece ended.
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Basking
Mar 21, 2007 17:38:48 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 21, 2007 17:38:48 GMT -5
Ian looked over to Alex and smiled beatifically. "Not bad at all," he conceded, and his eyes flicked away as he remembered the music and its flow.
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Basking
Mar 21, 2007 17:47:33 GMT -5
Post by Alex Chambers on Mar 21, 2007 17:47:33 GMT -5
Alex let his fingers slide from the keys, not letting another note ting out into the Sun Room. A flush of pink burned his cheeks in spots.
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Basking
Mar 21, 2007 18:03:21 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 21, 2007 18:03:21 GMT -5
"How long have you been playing?" Ian asked the other boy curiously. He sat up a little straighter and leaned forward, slightly tense at meeting someone new to him.
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Basking
Mar 21, 2007 18:17:13 GMT -5
Post by Alex Chambers on Mar 21, 2007 18:17:13 GMT -5
"Since I was 5," Alex nodded at his answer, approving it with the memory that was faint to him. Been a while since he started.
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Basking
Mar 21, 2007 18:32:40 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 21, 2007 18:32:40 GMT -5
"Oh, your parents started you too then?" Ian bent forward a little more, interested. "My mother did for me; I nearly rebelled but I'm glad I didn't; it's quite enjoyable . . ."
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Basking
Mar 21, 2007 18:37:02 GMT -5
Post by Alex Chambers on Mar 21, 2007 18:37:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, they put me with a tutor for it so that I'd have a way to spend my time wisely since they were never fully around." Alex frowned, and looked up and over at Ian.
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Mar 21, 2007 19:02:25 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 21, 2007 19:02:25 GMT -5
Ian sighed and tsked. "Yeah, I understand, mine were there, but always seemed to favor my brother . . .half-brother, really. I . . . my father especially . . . obviously. I mean, the man who raised me as his son."
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Basking
Mar 21, 2007 19:04:28 GMT -5
Post by Alex Chambers on Mar 21, 2007 19:04:28 GMT -5
"Right," Alex nodded, understanding little at what he said.
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Basking
Mar 21, 2007 20:12:48 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 21, 2007 20:12:48 GMT -5
Ian frowned slightly at his failure to get his point across. "I mean . . . they never paid me any attention; always had more important things to do . . . they loved me, just couldn't be bothered to show it. I was to be cultivated, not coddled."
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Basking
Mar 22, 2007 6:20:33 GMT -5
Post by Alex Chambers on Mar 22, 2007 6:20:33 GMT -5
Alex stared at Ian, and nodded again. "Oh.. okay,"
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Basking
Mar 22, 2007 7:45:05 GMT -5
Post by Ian Flanagan on Mar 22, 2007 7:45:05 GMT -5
He shrugged it off and looked over at Alex. "So what were you talking about, anyway?"
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Basking
Mar 22, 2007 15:35:25 GMT -5
Post by Alex Chambers on Mar 22, 2007 15:35:25 GMT -5
Alex shrugged, and looked down at the keys, then stood up, walking over to a white chair that stood near Ian's chair. He sat down in it, staring at the engravings.
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