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3rd Floor Common Room: Saturday early evening [6-6-09]

Peyton had tried to report for detention today, but no one else had shown up. Which seemed to be on par with the way the rest of her week had been.

Solitary, um... activities in her room hadn't helped much, so she'd headed to the common room, sprawled out on the couch in something a little more exposed than she might ordinarily wear, ordered more pizza than she could ever eat when she couldn't decide on what she wanted, and was flipping through channels on the TV.

Funny how everything made her think of sex.

[Open with pizza!]

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She laughed and sat down next to Peyton.

"Well, he couldn't come in person, but he sent me a little audio clip of some of his violin playing. I said I had an audience who'd appreciate it."

Her brother, of course.

"You're kidding," Peyton said, sitting up immediately. "He sent you some of his music? I want to hear!"

She rolled her eyes and dug the phone out from her pocket.

"Which would be why I brought it for you," she said as she started to fiddle through the folders in her Blackberry.

"He's on the violin for this one," which was his best instrument, to be honest, as well as his first.

Peyton was intrigued. "Violin? Cool!"

She nodded, her finger poised over the button.

"Uh... might want to turn the TV off."

It would interfere, though not much. Eliot, however, was worth turning the TV off for. Even their father, with his monumental Pride, had to admit that his son was better than he was.

And that would be the TV going off as fast as Peyton could manage. "Yeah, nothing should interfere with good music," she agreed."

Fiona grinned, wondering how it might affect Peyton. Then she pressed the button.

Listening to Eliot, even as a recording, wasn't exactly like listening to regular music. Eliot didn't play songs most of the time. Eliot played colors or memories, needs, people, places, things. He played lives and he played deaths; she'd seen him do both and despite having heard him probably more than anyone other than their father, it still worked as well as it had the first time.

It was a lone violin, but it played notes that should be impossible. It was a lone violin, but the passion, the power of it, was more than any one instrument should hold (especially when played out of a tiny cellphone speaker). It was a lone violin, but if you listened, there was a chorus of sublime sweetness behind it, the likes of which the living rarely ever heard, that made the Infernal ache with homesickness.

Eliot played for her this time. For joy and hope and life, and there was no denying his song. It haunted through the air even after the clip was over, a few more notes fluttering out delicately.

Fiona had a grin on her face by the end, and it was even genuine.

This was the single most incredible piece of music Peyton had ever heard. And that was saying a lot.

The beauty of it touched her, bringing tears to her eyes, even as her breath caught in her chest at the incredible emotion there. She could hardly manage to breathe, didn't even care if she didn't, just listened, eyes closing to take it all in.

When it ended she listened to it still echoing in the air and in her ears, not willing to break the spell by speaking.

After a long moment she opened her eyes again, just staring at Fiona in awe, with her emotions written all over her face.

She breathed out, rolling her eyes at just... yeah, when one stopped and listened to him play, there was just something about it. She let out a huff of a laugh.

"He's a dork, but he can do some fantastic things with that violin. Whatever else, I'm glad Dad gave it to him."

"Can I... damn, that's just... can I get a copy of that?" Peyton asked very quietly, eyes still shining.

She nodded.

"If you have a phone, I can send it to you. Or, uh, I think I can email it to you? Whatever works."

She was going to keep a copy. It was really nice when she was in a bad mood.

"Either way's good," Peyton said. "I just, God... I want to be able to listen to that again. A lot."

"I understand. I'm keeping a copy too for the same reason."

She leaned back on the couch.

"I thought you'd like it."

"I more than like it," Peyton said with a grin. "Damn, now I really want to meet your brother."

"I really wish he could come," she admitted, "but I don't know if it'd be allowed from his school. Or even how he'd get here. For all I know, his school could be on Mars."

She wasn't entirely exaggerating even if it sounded like it.

It honestly wouldn't surprise Peyton if it was. "Maybe on a break we could road trip - take a portal and meet him halfway somewhere. God, I'd love to hear him play live. There something about live music that just..." she shook her head. "It makes even music this good more amazing."

"I don't know other than with Eliot," she said with a grin, "but I'm sure. I'll see what he says."

[out for a bit back soon]

"That would be totally awesome," Peyton said with a grin. "Hey... think he'd have any interest in doing a song for the CD I'm producing with my bio mom?"

"I don't know. Considering you might be from a totally different world?

"He might be cool with it. I'll call him tonight and ask."

"Oh hell, I hadn't even thought about that," Peyton admitted. She thought about it for a moment. "Aw, why not. he can just be some anonymous musician I discovered that I refuse to reveal to anyone else."

"I'm sure he'd be find with that. Or he could come up with a stage name. They still do that, right?"

"Oh yeah, absolutely," Peyton said. "He could totally do that."

"I promise I'll ask him," she said, settling on the couch a little more.

"Were you watching anything in particular?"

Peyton shook her head and offered the remote. "I'm just trying to distract myself from... you know."

She glanced at the television.

"Once I realized something was making me feel without me having to prompt it, it kind of stopped working. So I guess I'm lucky that way."

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