Symphony of two hearts part 1

Symphony of two hearts part 1

BR’s Note: This tale is not musically accurate. All proper musicians (that means you!) should proceed with caution. You have been warned ;) This is also an older fic so go easy on me ;)

 Her fingers danced hesitantly along the ebony and ivory keys. Normally he had no patience for such things having been gifted with a natural talent for music he just took it for granted that everyone should carry such skills. This of course wasn’t the case and while this normally annoyed him, Joran felt no agitation toward the petite and beautiful woman who sat next to him.

If anything he felt an urge, a need even to share his great passion for music with her. He could tell she would understand and would appreciate his love of the symphonies that sang in his heart and echoed with the voices in his mind. He couldn’t explain it but it felt as though he had found a kindred spirit within her.

Only after she disappeared from his life with equal mystery as she had arrived would Joran recognize and realize she was his true love. The embodiment of music manifested in physical form, the key to the circle of every symphony that rested in his soul.

But for now all he felt was the inexplicable chemistry between them. While the voices within whispered that this was not meant to be he chose to ignore them. After all his heart was not one to listen to instincts and his mind never one to follow the rules. However if the small beauty beside him sensed the turmoil he felt she did not show it. If anything she seemed entirely absorbed in her attempts to play a tune he had created some years ago.

He didn’t ask how she knew it, for it wasn’t a symphony he ever completed. For he wasn’t satisfied with it and so it was discarded before it reached anyone’s eyes. This too only served as evidence that she was indeed the key to completing the circle of symphonies he sought so desperately to finish.

As if reading his thoughts she suddenly glanced back at him with eyes rich with shades of amber and full of mysteries. It was a sight that made his heart race though he didn’t dare admit to himself why that was.

“I’m not sure if I’ve got the notes quite right.”

The female Trill admitted quietly as her fingers lightly danced across the keys, caressing them without actually making them sing.

“I’ve never played an instrument until today to be perfectly honest.”

Her admittance was a little sheepish though it didn’t demand an apology. It was one of many traits he had come to admire about her. At first he didn’t respond as for a moment he only studied her noting that like himself she was just naturally meant for music. After all if she really hadn’t touched an instrument she was already showing signs of incredible skill. It was a shame she wasn’t given the chance to expand on it further. But it didn’t matter as he knew that with the right guide she was certain to embrace what he felt was her birthright.

At this thought he rose to his feet noting her eyes falling upon his slender form causing him to almost but not quite feel conscious of himself.

“If you like I could show you how the rest of the tune.”

Joran gently offered feeling far more patient and at peace than he ever had in his life. Though he had yet to realize she was the cause of it, he would soon. She didn’t verbally respond but did nod slightly in reply. Had he noticed her eyes, he might have read the hints of concern that riddled in them as well as the curiosity.

But he was already moving behind her in graceful silence before resting on his knees as he slipped his hands to the keys in front of her. Then in polite tones he quietly spoke as he looked over her shoulder to the keys ahead.

“Place your hands over mine and I will guide them. Some times the best way to learn is through action, rather than more common forms of study.”

Once more she didn’t reply and almost seemed hesitant to respond which made him feel oddly conscious of himself once more. What was it about her that makes me behave so out of character? He thought in mild curiosity to himself. But before he had a chance to figure this thought to conclusion her fingers slipped over his, causing their skin to barely touch. While he could hardly feel her hands it was still enough for electricity to dance between his fingers.

Now it was his turn to hesitate.

The voices of past lives warned him once more that this would only lead to pain. But he didn’t just want this –he needed it. So Joran buried the doubts that only added to his confusion and the growing storm of madness that he was not meant to be aware.