Arkady hed felt the looks when he'd bought a guitar at the store. Whether or not it was his wings or his obvious lack of knowledge in what to buy and why to buy it, but he'd gotten out of there pretty quickly.
Letting out a soft breath, he sat on the stone slab in the Arboretum, eyes on the fire for only a moment before he started fiddling with the guitar set across his lap, his wings fluttering just abit. How had he seen the rock stars do it on countless music videos?
The first note he struck almost made him jump and he held the finger he'd used to strike it in his lips, that stung! Letting out a slow huff he looked around the grassy area, looking for something? No someone in particular.
He'd given a time and place, she'd show... Until then, he decided, he wasn't going to risk losing a finger again and instead just let his eyes settle on the fire.
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How does a supernaturally fast girl manage to be constantly late?
That thought had crossed Arkady's mind a few times now as he sat somewhat uncomfortably on the courtyard bench. He had his new guitar in his lap, but he didn't have even the slightest idea what to do with it. He tried to resist the urge to check over his shoulder to see if someone had noticed. He hoped he looked at least a little cool.
Suddenly she was in the narrow passage, "jogging" toward him, plum hair flying behind her, a stack of thin books underneath her arm. She slowed when she saw him, smiling. A little eddy from her wake ruffled her carefully pressed pleated skirt, drawing attention to the marathon-runner muscles tensing beneath her skin.
Her eyes darted over him, taking in the nerdy glasses, demonoid wings. He cut a strange picture, but who didn't around here? Aside from the wings, which were a pretty recent change, actually, there was nothing in his appearance to indicate that he was particularly special. She liked that.
Aeon slid onto the bench next to him with a single, fluid motion, still smiling. "Sorry, had to run back to grab these." She held up the books. She wasn't even winded. "I didn't know if you could read music or not."
Arkady took her in, head to toe. Somehow her utter lack of fatigue after her run didn't surprise him, then again, being a telepath, what did? A soft smile curled over his lips as he shrugged at her statement, suddenly drawn out of his temporary stupor by her rushed excuse.
She peered over his draped arm at the instrument. "May I?"
At his nod, she carefully took the guitar from Arkady and looked it over.
"I'll admit, I really don't know much about guitars--it's not my primary instrument. We'll just have to see how it sounds." She smiled at him and adjusted the wood against her body, a little unsure. "Sorry, it's just I haven't even touched one since..." She trailed off, flexing her hand before placing her fingers over the frets.
She paused a moment, perhaps seeing something pictured in the grain of the neck, before picking out a bit of something by Bach. Precisely. After a few phrases she stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry, it's been so long..." She looked up to see Arkady's jaw somewhere on the floor and blushed, embarrassed.
"What do you mean, 'I'm sorry'? That was great!"
She shook her head dismissively. "Nah, now don't start; you're just learning, so everything's amazing. Here." She scooted closer to him on the stone bench so that they were shoulder to shoulder. "See how my hand is placed? Now all the rock stars like to have the guitar around their crotches, but really, you have much more dexterity if you hold it close like this--more tendon length in your wrist. Y'see?"
She looked up at him to check that he wasn't thoroughly confused, smiling warmly at his awkward, toothy half-smirk.
"Don't be shy. Here, it's your guitar." She handed it back to him. "Get the feel for it."
He rested the instrument on his right thigh, cradling it close like she had said. "This good?"
"Get your thumb out of the way. There you are. Perfect. You look like you know what you're doing already." She smiled reassuringly.
They spent a little while naming the strings, tuning them off of one another, and getting a sense of where how much pressure to apply to the strings to achieve a clear note.
"Now, really, my mom would be appalled at this suggestion--she taught me, you see--" She shifted back on the bench and leaned into her palms, looking at him earnestly. "But I think that all you have to do to get started at the guitar is play random notes. All over the place. Get comfortable with moving around and playing every note there is to play with every finger you've got. And if you can make each one sound beautiful all on their own, you'll find melodies in between."
"That's it?" He looked incredulous and maybe a little disappointed.
She nodded. "That's it." She held the expression as long as she could before cracking a grin. "For today. But I mean that hippie stuff for real. And you're probably starting to get blisters, anyway, so..." She swung her feet idly.
Arkady laid the guitar back in its case. "Do you... wanna go get coffee or something, then?" He spoke a bit shyly, but didn't seem overly dependent on an answer.
She didn't really look surprised. "Maybe not coffee, but sure."
That thought had crossed Arkady's mind a few times now as he sat somewhat uncomfortably on the courtyard bench. He had his new guitar in his lap, but he didn't have even the slightest idea what to do with it. He tried to resist the urge to check over his shoulder to see if someone had noticed. He hoped he looked at least a little cool.
Suddenly she was in the narrow passage, "jogging" toward him, plum hair flying behind her, a stack of thin books underneath her arm. She slowed when she saw him, smiling. A little eddy from her wake ruffled her carefully pressed pleated skirt, drawing attention to the marathon-runner muscles tensing beneath her skin.
Her eyes darted over him, taking in the nerdy glasses, demonoid wings. He cut a strange picture, but who didn't around here? Aside from the wings, which were a pretty recent change, actually, there was nothing in his appearance to indicate that he was particularly special. She liked that.
Aeon slid onto the bench next to him with a single, fluid motion, still smiling. "Sorry, had to run back to grab these." She held up the books. She wasn't even winded. "I didn't know if you could read music or not."
Arkady took her in, head to toe. Somehow her utter lack of fatigue after her run didn't surprise him, then again, being a telepath, what did? A soft smile curled over his lips as he shrugged at her statement, suddenly drawn out of his temporary stupor by her rushed excuse.
She peered over his draped arm at the instrument. "May I?"
At his nod, she carefully took the guitar from Arkady and looked it over.
"I'll admit, I really don't know much about guitars--it's not my primary instrument. We'll just have to see how it sounds." She smiled at him and adjusted the wood against her body, a little unsure. "Sorry, it's just I haven't even touched one since..." She trailed off, flexing her hand before placing her fingers over the frets.
She paused a moment, perhaps seeing something pictured in the grain of the neck, before picking out a bit of something by Bach. Precisely. After a few phrases she stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry, it's been so long..." She looked up to see Arkady's jaw somewhere on the floor and blushed, embarrassed.
"What do you mean, 'I'm sorry'? That was great!"
She shook her head dismissively. "Nah, now don't start; you're just learning, so everything's amazing. Here." She scooted closer to him on the stone bench so that they were shoulder to shoulder. "See how my hand is placed? Now all the rock stars like to have the guitar around their crotches, but really, you have much more dexterity if you hold it close like this--more tendon length in your wrist. Y'see?"
She looked up at him to check that he wasn't thoroughly confused, smiling warmly at his awkward, toothy half-smirk.
"Don't be shy. Here, it's your guitar." She handed it back to him. "Get the feel for it."
He rested the instrument on his right thigh, cradling it close like she had said. "This good?"
"Get your thumb out of the way. There you are. Perfect. You look like you know what you're doing already." She smiled reassuringly.
They spent a little while naming the strings, tuning them off of one another, and getting a sense of where how much pressure to apply to the strings to achieve a clear note.
"Now, really, my mom would be appalled at this suggestion--she taught me, you see--" She shifted back on the bench and leaned into her palms, looking at him earnestly. "But I think that all you have to do to get started at the guitar is play random notes. All over the place. Get comfortable with moving around and playing every note there is to play with every finger you've got. And if you can make each one sound beautiful all on their own, you'll find melodies in between."
"That's it?" He looked incredulous and maybe a little disappointed.
She nodded. "That's it." She held the expression as long as she could before cracking a grin. "For today. But I mean that hippie stuff for real. And you're probably starting to get blisters, anyway, so..." She swung her feet idly.
Arkady laid the guitar back in its case. "Do you... wanna go get coffee or something, then?" He spoke a bit shyly, but didn't seem overly dependent on an answer.
She didn't really look surprised. "Maybe not coffee, but sure."
"When we fall in love / We're just falling / In love with ourselves / We're spiraling" -- Keane, "Spiraling"