Music in the air

Nicole

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Aylin had been having an exhausting week. Nothing had been particularly bad, or even stressful on its own. However it just seemed like everything had built up to the point where she had simply wanted to ignore things. Her school work had begun to increase taking much of her time, and the amount of time that she needed to "Work" to continue affording her life style had gone up as well. This left her very little time to enjoy herself, and just relax. At least till now. Her phone sat inside her home, it's ringer turned off. And she was nestled neatly under the large willow tree in her back yard.

Her long tight slender coil of her tail sat in front of her before trailing off haphazardly around the yard. She had herself positioned in such a way that her cello, A large brown instrument, perched neatly on top of her tail in front of her. She had been like this for a while now, close to an hour. Her eyes had been closed and she was just playing. It wasn't for school, it wasn't to practice, it was just for her. An out pouring of her own thoughts, with musical notes instead of words.

Given that she was at home with nowhere to go or anywhere to be, she was dressed rather casually. A simple tan skirt, and white tank top was really all she needed.Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, that was now draped over her shoulder, disappearing behind the cello in front of her. Her white and red scales, clashed sharply with the dark green of the shaded grass, causing her tail to stand out even more against the living carpet of her yard.

As she played, it would prove that few things could distract her from her now. She was even oblivious to the sound of someone approaching her, not that she would have objected to an audience. In this case though the person in question was known to her. Aki, as she knew him, was a rather quiet person who seemed to enjoy few things. One of which was his smoke, (whatever he chose it to be) and the other was music. He had listened to her before, while she played, and they seemed to have gotten on well enough every time. He was smart, and thoughtful, and she liked that about him. Though he always seemed so reserved, which she at first assumed was just him being shy.

She continued to play, ebbing more into the song, and losing more of her awareness with every note. Before long she had lost track of time, moving from one song into another until finally 15 minutes later she finally stopped freeing herself from her own auditory trance. Slowly she opened her eyes, and let out a surprised squeak as she caught sight of Aki. "When did you get here?"
 
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Akihiko stared at his ceiling, eyes unmoving and unblinking. He often woke up like this; pondering his existence. Why did he look like he did? Why was he born in this era... And not before? Why was the ceiling made of whatever the hell it was made of? Who the FUCK felt the need to drink the fluid that came from a cow's utters - and then ate it after it rotted?


He took another drag from his blunt, exhaling a plume of thick smoke. He watched it swirl and spin, creating shapes truly bewildering to the mind's eye. Of course he was smoking - a good day always started with a visit from Mary Juana, and Akihiko could use a good day. The last few had been...... Disappointing, to say the least. People were disappointing....


He got up, naked as the day he was born. It was too fucking quiet.... He could hear his own breathing, which was always soft when not exerting himself. He played too many sports to breath like a truck during most part a of the day. Akamatsu leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. He studied the blunt in his hand for a second, watching the smoke curl up from it.


He knew what he was going to do today. His..... A person he'd met recently, who didn't want to strangle him, was a cello player. He felt a bit of homemade music would be a good thing to listen to for a few hours. Music always seemed to make him feel better, and combined with a bit of weed..... Making it his final decision, Akihiko stood.


An hour and a half later, and he could hear her. The faint beginnings of a smile tugged at his lips as he continued walking, floating into the air as to not stumble on her tail. She'd gone into that trance - where very few things could knock her from her audial art, if anyone even tried. He floated closer, taking another hit from his blunt (second this morning).


"When did you get here?" He shrugged, allowing smoke to curl lazily up from nostrils. "Not that long. Just long enough to hear you're good as ever." He winked, before formally getting the woman. "Good morning, Aylin."
 

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She could smell the smoke as it drifted lazily about. Her tongue flicked a few times heightening her awarness of it, before a smile crossed her lips. She knew exactly what he was smoking not that she minded that much. Mary jane had never bothered her. It's scent was not so unpleasant, and it often did well to calm people down. In her case she was simply far too large to get high from something so simple as a little weed. Her body was efficient, especially when it came to removing toxins and keeping her healthy (The pros of an increased healing factor).

She blushed a little at his comment, returning his wink with a happy smile. He could be quite the charmer when he tried, though his rather passive disposition meant that he didn't try too often. Even now it wasn't exactly early in the day, but she had the feeling he had only just roused from his sleep not long prior. "It's always a pleasure Aki." She responded happily, nodding her head.

Now that she had settled down from the initial startle of her guest she began to play again. This time slower, and a little softer. Rather than slip off into a trance she maintained herself still smiling as she watched him floating. She had always been envious of his ability to Levitate. But with her own weight it was unlikely she would ever have the chance.

"So tell me. What brings you my way?" She asked playfully. She had started to move now, sliding herself along the grass, to give him a little more room to spread out if he chose to settle down. Given her tail and how the cello was positioned, she hadn't even needed to stop playing as she slowly readjusted herself into a better position. She had wanted him to stay and relax a bit. He was always so down to earth and gave such good feedback on how she was playing. Not to mention she enjoyed his occasional smoke induced random thoughts. While some were silly, others were deep and thoughtful.
 
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He shrugged, causing his shirt to nearly slip off of his shirt. He'd gone casual today (instead of his usual suit and tie) and donned a large white tee, black jeans and black and white Nike's. The tee was an annoying choice, he thought; like he was a girl wearing her man's shirt after a romp in the proverbial hay. It did flatter his athletic form, though, and that was always lovely.....

Akihiko blinked, glancing around for a second. He'd zoned out, which was quite common when smoking weed. He just wondered why his mind had drifted off into the realms of simpletons. The male used a hand to flip a section of his locks back behind his head. He swore he was going to cut them.... Someday in the distant future.

A small smile split his face when she continued playing, though he noticed she didn't fall away into the music as she had done before. "Weed is always better when I listen to music. Especially yours." He floated above her shifting tail, tending towards the space directly next to her against the tree.

He turned mid-air and started to tilt backwards, hands linking behind his head. His levitating slowed until he was laying fully next to her, blunt in his mouth and sweet music rolling over him. "I hope that's all right? I'll leave when you want, so I don't step into any plans." He honestly wouldn't be all that deterred if she had him leave soon.

Then a thought hit him; a rather weird one, to be honest, but valid. "What kind of sick ass do you think felt the need to shave a sheep and wear its hair?" He furrowed his brow as he seriously considered this. "Why is the world built by the bullies? Is the mind compelled to put others down in order to raise itself?" He shrugged, taking another draw and exhaling a few smoke rings. Good weed.
 

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Another compliment flowed smoothly from his lips causing a slight blush to raise up in Aylins cheeks. "Well your always welcome to listen anytime you like." She said playfully watching him float over to the open grass next to her. She tried now playing in rhythm with his movements, pulling slowly on her bow while the cello played a soft melody that seemed to float as freely as he did. After a moment or two he finally came to a stop, settling gently on the grass in much the same way a snowflake would eventually come to rest. It looked so smooth and natural.

"I've no more plans today Aki, It's been a long day...Week. And I just feel like mellowing out." He was good for such things. A master of mellow on his own. having him around meant that things wouldn't get too hectic. in truth the more he smoked, the more he went down that proverbial rabbit hole, the more she would follow. Even now as he had just arrived a query had been raised. It had started with sheep, and using their wool for clothing, but had quickly turned into a much more compelling question about about bullies and superiority. She had wondered about the complexes of others. In a way that was why this island existed. The rest of the world could not live peacefully with people who were different. Segregation from the larger population was the only way to ensure survival.

It was similarly a concept with sheep. they were kept, not as equals but as different things. contained in pens with others like themselves and used for the few things that common man could exploit from them. In a way they were like the sheep now, penned off with their own kind because they were deemed unfit to live among the rest of the world.

Her music slowed a little more while she pondered his question. While it had it's simple roots it was invoking deeper thought in the Lamia, and her music was reflecting that. "It's an oxymoron all in itself. The world cries out for equality, that no one person should be treated different from anyone else, yet they still feel they can define who counts as a person or not." While she wasn't in the same mindset as he was, that was how she had interpreted his question.
 
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