Eurydice
Eurydice eyed Roland suspiciously as he seated himself at the piano. What did the boy think he was doing? If there was only thing that angered Eurydice in this world, it was the blatant abuse of the ear that mortals called music. She supposed this feeling- remind you, not an emotion- stemmed from her passion of music from her mortal years. Even then, she would cringe upon a poorly tuned piano as it was her favorite instrument.
Her thoughts changed completely, however, as he began to play. Eurydice gaped at the music, her eyes carefully following the motions of his hands. She could sense his emotions in the song as if it was a familiar stranger. Unconsciously, Eurydice's body betrayed her as she began to hum along with the foreign tune. Surprisingly, she was able to match it perfectly even with never hearing anything like it before. Even this simple sound of the throat foreshadowed the strength and impossible beauty of her voice.
Eurydice looked to him, for a moment slipping from the cover as Demon of Lust and falling into place as a lost girl with a forgotten name. Without a hidden intention or secret plan, she rested into the seat beside him, hesitantly laying her hands upon the keys to join him. Her breath slowed as she closed her eyes, allowing the music to surround her as she played, magically able to predict the notes he intended to use in a harmonizing duet. All the while she continued to hum.
All at once her sense returned, locking the nameless child back into the darkness of her mind. She blinked, fumbling with the notes as her hands fell to her side. The reason for this was clear: One needed true emotions to play music in this way. It had been many years since she allowed herself to look at, let alone touch, a piano for such reasons. Emotions were for the weak and mortals were no exception. The Demon of Lust had no need for such a display. She was fine as she was, the Princess of Temptations. Emotions had destroyed her life and, if not for her rejection, her mind.
Anger welled inside her for the moment of weakness. It would never, ever, happen again.
Remembering where she was and her cause for being here, Eurydice smiled and turned to Roland. "That was impressive," she said is if she had been expecting nothing of him, ignoring the fact she had joined in the song. She felt repulsed sitting so near the instrument of her past yet her body refused to leave its presence. Silently she cursed at her weakness and then, without hesitation, included Roland. It was his fault. Mortal weakness was contagious. She would need to be better aware next time. Even so, it was her responsibility to have him fall in love with her. She was smart enough to keep her wits and separate herself from the disease before it grew too strong.
Eurydice rose and boredly investigated the other equipment in the room. If one looked closely, they could possible see the dark cloud of her manifesting anger. She did not touch another instrument, although her hand rose to her throat, rubbing slightly as if it burned. At last she turned toward Roland once feeling composed. "Music is said to have great power. It can call to those both willing and unwilling and has been said to tame even the most vicious of beasts. How long have you been playing? I am unfamiliar with the tune you played, did you create it yourself?"
Eurydice eyed Roland suspiciously as he seated himself at the piano. What did the boy think he was doing? If there was only thing that angered Eurydice in this world, it was the blatant abuse of the ear that mortals called music. She supposed this feeling- remind you, not an emotion- stemmed from her passion of music from her mortal years. Even then, she would cringe upon a poorly tuned piano as it was her favorite instrument.
Her thoughts changed completely, however, as he began to play. Eurydice gaped at the music, her eyes carefully following the motions of his hands. She could sense his emotions in the song as if it was a familiar stranger. Unconsciously, Eurydice's body betrayed her as she began to hum along with the foreign tune. Surprisingly, she was able to match it perfectly even with never hearing anything like it before. Even this simple sound of the throat foreshadowed the strength and impossible beauty of her voice.
Eurydice looked to him, for a moment slipping from the cover as Demon of Lust and falling into place as a lost girl with a forgotten name. Without a hidden intention or secret plan, she rested into the seat beside him, hesitantly laying her hands upon the keys to join him. Her breath slowed as she closed her eyes, allowing the music to surround her as she played, magically able to predict the notes he intended to use in a harmonizing duet. All the while she continued to hum.
All at once her sense returned, locking the nameless child back into the darkness of her mind. She blinked, fumbling with the notes as her hands fell to her side. The reason for this was clear: One needed true emotions to play music in this way. It had been many years since she allowed herself to look at, let alone touch, a piano for such reasons. Emotions were for the weak and mortals were no exception. The Demon of Lust had no need for such a display. She was fine as she was, the Princess of Temptations. Emotions had destroyed her life and, if not for her rejection, her mind.
Anger welled inside her for the moment of weakness. It would never, ever, happen again.
Remembering where she was and her cause for being here, Eurydice smiled and turned to Roland. "That was impressive," she said is if she had been expecting nothing of him, ignoring the fact she had joined in the song. She felt repulsed sitting so near the instrument of her past yet her body refused to leave its presence. Silently she cursed at her weakness and then, without hesitation, included Roland. It was his fault. Mortal weakness was contagious. She would need to be better aware next time. Even so, it was her responsibility to have him fall in love with her. She was smart enough to keep her wits and separate herself from the disease before it grew too strong.
Eurydice rose and boredly investigated the other equipment in the room. If one looked closely, they could possible see the dark cloud of her manifesting anger. She did not touch another instrument, although her hand rose to her throat, rubbing slightly as if it burned. At last she turned toward Roland once feeling composed. "Music is said to have great power. It can call to those both willing and unwilling and has been said to tame even the most vicious of beasts. How long have you been playing? I am unfamiliar with the tune you played, did you create it yourself?"