Deck \ Sunday \ Afternoon \ June 7

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When you spend several long (but very, very good) days in your (or someone else's) dorm room, you almost got the urge to go outside and make sure the sun was still there. So, that's what Alex was doing. It was warm but not mind numbingly hot and the sun was coming and going between clouds.

He was pleasantly tired and content with nursing a bottle of water (yes, water) and smoking every so often. And hey, at least he could remember the past several days. He'd had weeks where he couldn't remember much at all before. This was an improvement.

Alex was actually having a good few days. That was a surprise to him most of all.

[couldn't let the nice weather pass without a deck post! open as they are!]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah looked over and smiled, then waved back. Fiona looked kind of preoccupied, but Dinah decided say hi for a couple minutes before she went back inside. She picked up her flip-flops, dangling from her fingers, and stopped by Fiona's chair. "Hey. You doing okay today?"

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"I'm good. No more chocolate thing. Everyone seems glad about that."

She closed the book around a scrap of paper.

"What about you? I heard... things."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Chocolate?" Dinah blinked, then said, "I guess it kind of was a craving, wasn't it?" She winced. "I'm okay. Nothing bad happened. Just a lot of embarrassing things I have to explain."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Long story," she covered with a wave of a hand.

"And yeah, I've heard. Some stuff. Need to get a new radio today sometime, though."

...she'd lost her temper on her radio last night.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Mr. Deadpool is kinda crazy," Dinah said, balancing back on her heels, then rocking forward. "I mean, I was in the Third Floor Common Room, and there were no orgies happening."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"And I didn't make out with Peyton," she said with a sigh, "I just let her listen to my brother's music on my phone."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah grinned. "I don't think Eric's a mouse, either. Ooo, you have music from Eliot? Really?" She looked hopeful. "Can I listen?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She nodded immediately and put the book down with a scrap of paper in it to pull out her phone.

"Yeah, I asked him for something to cheer me up and he was so glad I was feeling anything he sent me something. Then again, I might have mentioned he had a pretty blond audience who was curious."

She might have, yes. But Eliot would have sent it anyway. They loved each other more than either of them liked to admit.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah giggled and sat down, toes doing a little dance. "Suuuure you did. So yay! Let's hear it."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She took a moment to find the file and poised her finger over the button. Watching Dinah, she judged that she was as prepared as she was going to get. Then she pressed it.

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. 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.

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"....oh." Dinah stared at the cellphone, eyes wide. Then gave Fiona a pleading look. "Again?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Her head was practically a blur as she nodded and pressed the button again.

No, it hadn't lost it's potency. Eliot's music was pure magic, or perhaps something past magic and into the realm of miracles. It was another one of the things that could make Fiona feel something and it made her feel less alone to hear it.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I loooooove that," Dinah said softly, eyes closed, then she sighed and opened them again, smiling. "It's like flying. And I've actually done that, so I'm not exaggerating!" She shook her head, totally blown away. "Just... wow."

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Fiona nodded.

"I can send you the file to your phone or email if you like. I gave a copy to Peyton too."

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"Please!" Dinah said. "My email, so I can copy it download it to all the rest. Tell Eliot he's brilliant. Well, beyond brilliant, and I'm sure he knows it, but wow." She shook her head. "I wish I could sing the way he plays violin."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"All right," and she opened up the box to send the file.

"And I'll send it along. Peyton wants to see if she can get him to record something for the CD she's working on with her biological mother."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's cool." And yay, Peyton went and saw her mom! Dinah hadn't heard anything about that from her directly in a while. "I want a copy of that CD, then. Especially if there's more Elliot on it."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Fiona's smile was just a bit mischievous.

"Now I'm wondering just how fast he'll manage to get here if I mention that two girls want to meet him."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah snickered, and asked, "What, there's no girls at his new school to impress?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Probably," she had to admit, "since I was supposed to be there. But there's a difference between 'girl you go to classes with' and 'girl from far away who thinks your music is amazing', don't you think?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah laughed. "Probably? I mean, he's never seen me dork out in person, so... Then sure, let him know, and I'd love to hear him play the violin live. That would be amazing." Beyond amazing, even. "He plays other instruments too, you said? Lots of them?"

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"He can play just about anything if you give him a few minutes with it, though he does best with stringed instruments. Probably because of our mother."

She thought about her own talents.

"I think the way he put it was that they kind of tell him how to work them."

Which was similar to how the sword had 'talked' to her.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Well if he gets bored with the violin, tell him I like cello music." She thought of New Gotham, and the view from the Clocktower. "I'd love to hear what he thinks night sounds like."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"I'll ask him for that," she said with a nod.

"I don't know if he'll put down the violin. Our dad gave it to him and he's kind of attached to her."

The Lady Dawn.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Awwwww," Dinah said, tilting her head. "Like you and the yo-yo?"

Which made her think, Yo-Yo Ma. Heh. Mmph. Try not to smile, Dinah.