Snippet #1470694

Reeve stared blankly at her, seemingly not understanding her question. "Are what real?" One ear twitched as her hand reached for it, just as a cat's would. Reeve even turned around to look over his shoulder, clearly not having a clue what she was talking about. But the point seemed moot, now. He settled in again and listened to her play. As he did so, a tiny little smile forced its way onto his face, and it stayed there for the duration of the song. It grew only slightly, but Heaven might notice it if she were observant, and she bothered to look at him as she sang. Reeve's gaze followed some of the little notes once they appeared, his smile growing again as he watched with restrained glee as the small black notes danced through the air, turning about the girl as she sang.

When she finished, he couldn't help but sigh, and the smile slowly diminished until it was just the barest hint of a quirk to his lips. He scratched his head as she asked him the question, seemingly thinking. "Your playing reminds me of something, but what, I cannot exactly recall. Something from... a very long time ago." His eyes cast down and his arms dropped from his knees. "But... it is simply the past, I suppose. And about as relevant to me as the future is to a man on his death bed." He flashed a grin to no one in particular, lopsided and very different from the smile that had occupied that same space a short time ago. That grin was sinister, as if a very different set of thought processes lurked beneath the surface of his mind, and was trying to push through.