Notes of Affection 3

Posted on Fri Sep 25th, 2015 @ 1:11pm by Chief Warrant Officer Jemner

1,826 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Of Gods and Men
Location: Arboreum
Timeline: Prior to Beautifully Muted

ON


"So she said what's the problem baby?" It was a soft and sweet start, a simple little question, someone's puzzle to solve.
 
The flute was becoming more alive as he started to keep her pace in the music, the more hollow notes to let the echo linger to enhance the flow of her cords from the guitar and form a platform for her voice to build upon. 
 
"What's the problem I don't know..." Nice and sweet, to the tempo; it was easy to start out, it was later that it would truly build. better to be simpler now.
 
Sharper notes for the reply in his part of this passionate musical conversation, they say music is like maths and universal; the belief on his planet is the same and music is the rare voice that his people have for the ears rather than just the mind. To have beautiful notes added to the telepathy as music could say more than just the thoughts could convey. He let his playing be his way to speak with her despite the lack of his words.
 
"Well maybe I'm in love..." She blushed a little at the thought as much as the lyric aloud, a little flutter of her heart teasing at her in the performance.
 
The flute gave a longer mid range notes as she was giving off a subtle emotion as he he sway slightly in time with the tempo and was sitting at a quarter turn away from her so he is able to see her and the portals to her soul Softtouch could see the sparkle in the eyes; the brightness that came from her heart. He gave the flute whimsical notes that seemed to rise and dance a little among the lyrics .
 
 "Think about it every time, I think about it" It was almost like voicing her own thoughts aloud, she gave the strings her all and let her voice rise a little.
 
Softtouch matched the flute's pitch to closely follow her voice; the alto range notes as his fingers danced along the flute. His lips pursed over the flute and his own face a bit of color as he could hear the song she sang and feel the song growing in her heart; or so it felt. She was becoming lighter in spirit and the joy burst forth in her singing.
 
"Can't stop thinking 'bout it." A slight smile as she played showed her enjoyment, wondering if he had any idea what the lyrics truly meant, but she still put her heart behind it.
 
Lightness of his notes were given to match her playing; the flute a voice that Softtouch could not bring out of himself so he allowed the flute to sing along with Michelle. The way she kept the words so true; each syllable caused his fingers to find the proper note underlying her song. The Flute was; along with Softtouch in a sort of dance as his upper body moved with the words and music while the end of the flute kept him anchored rather than floating away like the notes he played.
 
Her eyes closed over, seeming to really be drawn into the song, her head kind of 'swaying' along with the song. The next couple of lines were done with a two note change over parts of each line, a play on the slight wave like feel in the music.
 
"How much longer will it take to cure this?" She knew he was in medical, would this line get his attention, maybe make him curious?
 
'The Cure' was not a medical problem; he could tell that this is what the song asked; the cure that it sought was elusive; his notes fluuttered slightly like an elusive answer flying away as it could not be the right one. Sometimes the cure is not with medicine but the feeling that come from the hearing of the music they wove together.
 
"Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love" Ignorance is bliss in a lot of things, but with how heart heart felt, almost pounding away; there was no possible way to ignore it.
 
'Some say; from his study of Earth literature is that there is no cure if it is love; others have stated no desire to cure it if there is love. Not knowing what kind of a song they wove together Softtouch let his own heart loose in the flute as it was building in a smooth tempo that mimic a heart that beat for more than just the body; it was echoing and the air from his lungs through pursed lips gave life to the notes as his fingers matched the strumming of the guitar and the beating of two hearts filled with possibility. 
 
"Makes me want to turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love" To face the mirror is not easy, as much as talking to others when shy, this line truly spoke of herself.
 
"Awaaah" She played with this note of the song and held showed some feeling as her eyes opened and the energy of her performance picked up. She wasn't particularly meaning to look at him but every so often her eyes flicked over in his direction.
 
Softtouch noticed the eyes darting back to him and away; the aura of her latent emotions shining through like shaded light trying to burst forth; feeling her words and hearing them was what his planet population shared. The finger work of the flute gave rise to a sweeter tonal quality; instruments had a voice and under the right emotions sang more that a simple instrument should and cast out of it the emotions of he one playing it.
 
"Come on, come on, turn a little faster," She rocked a bit more on the line and really let go, having fun; a smile through the lyrics and looking over to him, blush and all.
 
How could he not listen to the song in her heart; see the color on her cheeks as she pour herself into this song while he followed note for note and felt the way the music came from within her rather than just playing a tableature of notes on paper then momorized. He was basking in the flow of the emotions.
 
"Come on, come on, the world will follow after," The world had practically faded away, all she wanted was right here and now. Maybe a kiss, a brush of a hand; she went up on the end of the line leading into the next double line.
When two have the same heart in the music the notes intertwine and create something different; his playing was beyond his own skill as he shared with another.
 
"Come on, come on, 'Cause everybody's after lo-ve" she blushed and the lines dripped with passion, strings a flurry. Her heart felt like it was keeping time in the song, almost hoping that he might lean over; maybe lean into her a little.
Softtouch had the feeling of a magnetism reaching to him and he was finding it harder to ignore the lure; what caught him off guard was that the music did not lose a note, the rhythm did not falter and yet he was all aware of the flow of her heart past the playing of her guitar and the playing of the flute. Her words guide all aspects of him at the moment.
 
"Well baby I surrender" Into the upper Alto range, happy and sweet; her feelings were truly evident. She looked over at Jemnar and the flute truly enjoying his artistry.
 
Softtouch nearly lost a beat; a note, as his fingers did remain in the groove of the words and music. The word surrender had so many possibilities and some of them warmed his heart enough to let loose with more melodious notes, teasing her to listen and see the warmth of the raw music from his passionate playing and the joy it gave him.
 
"To the strawberry ice cream, never ever end of all this love" A sweet line, reflected in the scent on her skin and her mood; she swayed as her heart danced on the inside.
 
The sweetness of this Ice Cream was seeming out of sort as it is cold yet the taste of the cool and tart flavor worked together in so many ways, Softtouch could not deny that his playing was neither cold nor tart but he  hoped the notes rode sweetly across to her.
 
"Well I didn't mean to do it, but there's no escaping your love" It was about as true as they were sitting there. It did feel like Michelle was falling for Jemnar, he was making it so easy to do so and she was hoping it was worth every minute of it.
 
The long bamboo like flute sang and moved with Softtouch as only the first quarter of it constituted the actual flute, it was more than just something to make music; helping him walk and other things. It did not hinder his movements and his eyes closed to sense both the music and the pull upon him that he sought to define and decide upon?
 
"Come on, come on, move a little closer" She leant in a little, trying to beckon him to do the same.
 
Without realizing it he felt a jolt, their shoulder; or arms , but it was a touch and he did not skip a beat nor did he allow his heart to race the tempo; he followed Michelle, the lovely voice and fine sensation of her aura wrapping about with his own. She was not a telepath yet he felt she might catch some of his music reaching for her. 
 
"Come on, come on, I want to hear you whisper" Sweet, subtle and almost sultry, there was a lot of effort put into this line.
 
"Come on, come on, settle down inside my love" Rising a little towards the Soprano range, a sweeter plea as warm as her heart felt around him. She sang looking into his eyes.
 
The warmth of the emotional blanket was fully surrounding him; lifting his fingers and drawing them along the tones that spoke where he could not; the music was more than words and notes as he basked deper into the feelings; unlike ones he had in his past; never had he connected to a latent emotional projection like this , pulling it inside to feel the depth of the offered projections. 
 
"Come on, come on, jump a little higher" Almost like a playful 'spurring on', she sang keeping a little closer to him.
"Come on, come on, if you feel a little lighter" Sweet and playful once more, passion came shining through her words.
 
"Come on, come on, we were once upon a time in love" Almost like the starting line of a fairy tale, she treated this line with a little reverence.


TBC

 

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