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Post by Daemon Speirs on Nov 7, 2013 18:52:38 GMT -5
Daemon was seated at the grand piano located in the basement of the dorms. He'd just finished putting his stuff in his room when the disbelief hit him. He couldn't believe he'd actually said all of that to his father and that he'd actually walked out. He was free... yet he was still angry and frustrated. He didn't really want to leave, he wanted to stay, if anything for his mother. But, the only way he felt he could stay was if his father changed... and that would never happen, as much as he wanted it to. So Daemon headed to the basement to take out some of his frustrations on the piano, it typically calmed him.
He sat down at the piano and lifted the lid carefully. The school didn't even have a piano as nice as this one, but then again, Daemon did pick this one out. He ran his hands over the black and white keys lightly before settling them into the position needed. His eyes slipped shut and then his fingers started to dance across the keys. He started off playing something from Bach then it morphed into something new, something original. He played out his frustrations.
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Post by Emma King on Nov 7, 2013 19:01:16 GMT -5
Emma had been wanting to try out the piano in the dorms for some time now, but never could figure out exactly WHERE it was until recently. She headed towards where some people had told her to go when she heard the piano playing. She couldn't help but frown, someone had beaten her to it. Oh well, maybe with luck they would be done soon and she could give it a try? It was worth a shot.
She poked her head into the room and noticed who was playing it and quickly moved her head outside of the room before he could see her. It was Daemon, of course it was Daemon, no one else around their age sounded that well. As much as she wanted to just leave and forget she had even noticed him, she remembered her dad talking to her and Tyler the other day about the Tora's situation. She had to admit, even though Daemon had never been her favorite person, she didn't hate him. He just... didn't know what personal space was with her sometimes. She sighed.
The younger teen walked into the room quietly and took a seat, listening to him play. It was such a good melody, and something she hadn't heard before. Maybe he has written it himself?
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Nov 7, 2013 19:09:23 GMT -5
Daemon was so engrossed in his own thoughts and playing that he hadn't heard or seen Emma come into the room. As his thoughts went from the sadness of having to leave his mother to thoughts of the argument, the song turned into a fast dark piece with some sader tones mixed in. He laid his self bare though the notes. Emotion poured into the piece and though he didn't notice, there were a few tears falling.
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Post by Emma King on Nov 7, 2013 19:14:58 GMT -5
Emma continued to listen to Daemon's music, frowning when she looked up at his face. Was he crying...? She couldn't help but wonder what was wrong, though she had a feeling it had to do with his family. Whatever it was, she couldn't just leave him hanging like this, even if he didn't realize she was there quite yet.
She stood back up from her seat and walked towards him carefully. When she got to a good enough distance, she spoke. "Daemon? What's wrong?" she tried speaking quietly so not to startle him too much.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Nov 7, 2013 19:22:48 GMT -5
A disjointed sound came from the piano as Daemon jumped, his eyes flew open and his fingers stilled. He slowly turned his head and his eyes widened. "Emma?" For once he wasn't sure what to say. He looked back the piano, ashamed that she found him in the state he was in. He placed his fingers back on the keys lightly and hung his head. "When did you get here?" He asked, choosing to ignore her question.
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Post by Emma King on Nov 7, 2013 19:27:10 GMT -5
"Not too long ago, enough to hear you play though." Emma replied. She wasn't too sure what to say, but she figured she needed to say something quick before things got too awkward. She glanced down at the piano bench he sat on. "Mind if I take a seat here too?" There'd be plenty of room as long as he scooted over some.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Nov 7, 2013 19:33:18 GMT -5
Daemon slid over and dropped his hands into his lap. "It... It didn't sound bad did it?" He asked hesitantly. He hadn't really paid much attention to what it sounded like, he was too focused on getting it all out. He was self conscious when others heard his original works, especially since this one was so personal and wasn't written or anything.
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Post by Emma King on Nov 7, 2013 19:43:58 GMT -5
Emma smiled. "Not at all, I loved it actually." She put her hands on her lap and looked at the keys for a moment. "A lot of emotion too, but that's what makes art beautiful in the first place, wouldn't you say?" She looked back at Daemon. She wasn't sure if she could get him to tell her what was going on, she really wouldn't blame him if he didn't seeing as though her and her brother have been nothing but rude to him. It made her feel terrible.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Nov 7, 2013 19:49:19 GMT -5
Daemon's lips quirked up in mock amusement. Emotion. She had no idea. He placed his right hand on the keys and nodded. "Definitely." he agreed, running his fingers over the keys lightly. "I've never really been too emotional when playing... thoughtful, sure, but not emotional. It's... different." He felt better when he was playing. It was much better than holding it in.
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Post by Emma King on Nov 7, 2013 20:03:33 GMT -5
Emma watched his hand on the keys. "Different in a good way right?" she tried. She wanted to try to get Daemon to talk if she could, but first she needed to own up herself.
The Kuma sighed. "Daemon... I'm sorry if I ever made you feel left out." She looked at him. "I wasn't... I didn't mean to..." She started to fidget with her braid as she tried to figure out what to say exactly. She didn't think bringing up what had happened with their families was a good idea, so she tried avoiding the topic. "I just feel really bad, and if you ever need someone to talk to I'd be more than happy to listen." She smiled sincerely. Anyone could see that Daemon and wasn't a real threat, he was just raised differently was all, and they shouldn't have treated him so poorly because of it.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Nov 7, 2013 20:10:20 GMT -5
Daemon's head lifted and his eyes went wide as he stared at Emma. "You're not just saying this because my mom talked to your dad are you?" He asked once she finished. He didn't know why that was the first thing he asked-- he really just wanted to thank her for finally understanding--- but his mind was still on the argument with his father and sister so he had to know if that was the reason. Insecurity never really went away.
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Post by Emma King on Nov 7, 2013 20:20:30 GMT -5
"It's not the main reason, no." she admitted. "But it is part of it." she sighed, no use dancing around the topic. "My parents told Tyler and me about what happened... you know, with your dad and all. It was before your mom said anything to my dad. I was scared and confused, part of me thought they were kidding. Tyler looked about ready to fight, but then Dad reminded us that none of that was you." She started to fiddled her braid a little more.
"That's when I realized you were just trying to be nice, and now I wanna do what I can to make things better between us. If you'll let me that is."
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Nov 7, 2013 20:43:44 GMT -5
Daemon was surprised. He wasn't sure how to reply for a moment. Finally he realized he just needed to stop hiding. "I hate him." he said quietly, his left hand clenched in his lap. "I hate him so much. I hate what he tried to turn me into. I hate what he turned my sister into." he admitted, staring at the keys.
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Post by Emma King on Nov 7, 2013 21:09:36 GMT -5
Emma's eyes widen for a moment, then she frowned. She wasn't sure what she could really do to help him, but she figured a little comfort wouldn't hurt. Hesitant at first, the younger teen rested a hand on his back, a sign that she was there to listen like she promised. "I'm not sure what to say..." she admitted timidly. "So I'll let you do the talking, just let it all out." her voice was soft and sweet, she wanted to let him know it was safe here.
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Post by Daemon Speirs on Nov 7, 2013 21:25:29 GMT -5
Daemon's shoulders slumped and he sighed. "My father is worse than your family knows... He did horrendous things to your parents, but he's done worse to others." The faces of some of his father's 'targets' flashed through his mind. "What's worse is he's trained Artemis to do the same... and he tried to do the same to me." Daemon didn't admit that it was partly Emma that made him want to get away from that life.
"I never wanted to do anything he said... I just wanted to be like the kids in the books my Mom read me. But, I was young, I had to do some things. I built countless things for him, and I hate to think what those things were used for." Daemon was surprised that he was saying the things he was. He knew that what he said would implicate him in his father's crimes, but he needed to say it.
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