{if it's precious to her, of course she's shared it with him. She can't imagine not sharing something that brought her so much strength and comfort and happiness with the man who, until moments ago, had been tromping through the ruins of their childhood making his peace with it. The sudden fall of soft dusk and the whispered notes her fingers remembered as much as her ears told her that he remembered. She'd never realized he'd listened though.
She slips off the side of the water tower and it's a light easy fall to the ground, landing without even having to flex her knees to absorb the impact, flowing skirt of the dress staying modest around her, flowers seeming to magically not be where her sandals touch. She hadn't meant to disturb him. It's a strange dream, her seeming to come in at the middle of it instead of the beginning. As strange as it is, she suspects this if his dream and she's not sure how she wandered into it. He hasn't kicked her out though and he doesn't seem to mind, if he even realizes that she's not a part of his dream.}
I haven't played for five years.
{there hadn't been much opportunity but even when she'd had the chance to buy a piano for the bar she hadn't. She didn't think that fingers like hers were allowed to do things as innocent and simple as make music. Not anymore. It hurt - but that was one of the things she'd paid in the rush to grow up after Nibelheim. It was focus on the music, or focus on her fighting. It hadn't seemed like much of a choice at the time. Now? Now she thought it was probably too late to go back. She used her open palm against hard targets, knuckles against soft ones but she still worried she'd damaged her hands at it and the piano required a flexible touch.
She did slip down to join Cloud on the bench though, scooting close enough for the outside of their thighs to press together. Touch soft, she picked up his hands and laid them back on the keys, moving his fingers to sit in the right positions before laying her own hands over the backs of his, fingers matching. It was a bit awkward but she could make it work. Gentle, she pressed down with a finger to press his own to one of the precious keys, safely blocked from her touch by his own. The note rang pure.}
I wouldn't have shared it with you if I didn't want you to have this too.
{she pressed the key again and then fluttered that finger over a different key, waiting for his finger to fill the space between the two for the next note.}
now I'm flashing back to Melon on dA and Red and the chocobos and - IT WILL NEVER BE RIGHT AGAIN!!
She slips off the side of the water tower and it's a light easy fall to the ground, landing without even having to flex her knees to absorb the impact, flowing skirt of the dress staying modest around her, flowers seeming to magically not be where her sandals touch. She hadn't meant to disturb him. It's a strange dream, her seeming to come in at the middle of it instead of the beginning. As strange as it is, she suspects this if his dream and she's not sure how she wandered into it. He hasn't kicked her out though and he doesn't seem to mind, if he even realizes that she's not a part of his dream.}
I haven't played for five years.
{there hadn't been much opportunity but even when she'd had the chance to buy a piano for the bar she hadn't. She didn't think that fingers like hers were allowed to do things as innocent and simple as make music. Not anymore. It hurt - but that was one of the things she'd paid in the rush to grow up after Nibelheim. It was focus on the music, or focus on her fighting. It hadn't seemed like much of a choice at the time. Now? Now she thought it was probably too late to go back. She used her open palm against hard targets, knuckles against soft ones but she still worried she'd damaged her hands at it and the piano required a flexible touch.
She did slip down to join Cloud on the bench though, scooting close enough for the outside of their thighs to press together. Touch soft, she picked up his hands and laid them back on the keys, moving his fingers to sit in the right positions before laying her own hands over the backs of his, fingers matching. It was a bit awkward but she could make it work. Gentle, she pressed down with a finger to press his own to one of the precious keys, safely blocked from her touch by his own. The note rang pure.}
I wouldn't have shared it with you if I didn't want you to have this too.
{she pressed the key again and then fluttered that finger over a different key, waiting for his finger to fill the space between the two for the next note.}