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@divinedevankane
Peter would never let me do any of it, but then again iâm not good at making fun of myself.Â
Her head cocked to the side at the mention of this restrictive Peter fellow (who clearly had no grasp on the concept of fun), but she ignored it. "Why should you make fun of yourself? Wear what makes you comfortable. Be who you've always wanted to be for a day."
"Ugh, tell me about it! I was hoping to be in some part of a group costume with the rest of the cheerleaders⊠But I really donât think thatâs happening, anymore. So I guess weâre both stuck in the costumeless boat, huh?"
"A group costume? That's..." She frowned. "I don't think I've ever actually seen that before. Couples, maybe -- those are cute -- but never groups. That could be really neat!"
Devan casually ignored the bit about the cheerleaders.
"I've gotten a few recommendations here and there, but seeing as I can't make an actual decision.... S.S. Costumeless it is."
"I wish I could tell you that I understand your feeling, but⊠Not sure why dressing up is that important."
"Of course it is!"Â
"Well, it's not so much important as it is a good opportunity."
"You have your own business card?" Evangeline grinned widely, fighting the urge to laugh. "Thatâs funny - in a good way, though," she reassured, taking the little piece of paper from Devan and pocketing it. "Oh, I feel the same way. I mean, I definitely donât have enough talent to be in one, but I can dream." Laughing, she ran a hand through her hair, smoothing it down.
"Wow, thank you." Evangeline grinned. "Iâm not all that brilliant, though. You seem like more of the brilliant one here." Since when was Evangeline modest? Or, really, since when had she actually shown her modesty instead of acting proud?Â
"Of course," Devan said simply, an automatic, habitual reaction that fell carelessly off the tongue as she readjusted the contents of her bag. Clasping it shut, her eyebrows shot up at Evangeline's comment. Now, she was sure that couldn't have been right. "No," she said slowly, "no, that couldn't be right." It was a second before the memory struck her, prompting her to snap her fingers. "No, I've definitely heard you sing before." Yes. She'd know her accent sounded familiar, and now she knew why. She'd all but barged in on her singing not too long ago. "You're really good."
A gentle snort made its way through her nose, and she waved a dismissive hand. "Please, had I been brilliant, I wouldn't have been struggling so much to find a costume. So really -- thank you."
âIs that so?â Terra had never derived pleasure from dressing up, but she supposed this was due to her naturally theatrical personality. There was not a moment in which Terra did not pretend she was someone else.
âIâm sure you could. You have the hair and you have the yes. All you need now is a dog.â Only Toto would make a Dorothy complete. âIâm glad I could help.â Terra did not believe that sheâd been able to help this girl in any way. Halloween was so unnecessary in her mind; sheâd not even tried to make a helpful remark. But if she, whoever she was, decided to go as Dorothy, needless to say it would stroke Terraâs ego.
"Yes," she said confidently. "Or, at least, I believe so."
"That's true, yeah." A dog. She could get a dog. She knew plenty of people with puppies, and she doubted they would mind too much about her borrowing it for a day. But... perhaps a prop would be altogether 'better'.... "I'm sure I'll find something." Heck, she'd buy a terrier if she had too. She'd always wanted a dog for a companion, anyway -- perhaps this would finally be the thing that convinced her mother she deserved one.
No more than you do. Unless you do know him?
Mm...
No, no I'm afraid not.
Mateus William
"Oh are you freaking out too? Iâm at a total loss as to what Iâm going to be and Iâm running out of time!"
Violet made a spectacle of checking out the girl in front of her before snapping her fingers and suggesting an idea. âI think you would look so amazing in leather so what about a badass super-heroine?â
Somebody who understands.
"Yes!" Devan exclaimed. "I know, it's terrible! I've had a few recommendations here and there, but now I'm at a loss and indecisive."
She was taken aback by the suggestion, but flattered, nonetheless. "Leather? You really think so?"Â
That kidâs been giving me the stink eye for the past twenty minutes.
...do you know him...?
âWhat keeps you from being anything you what at any other time of the year?â Terra was not necessarily averse to the holiday itself; even the dead deserved a day â but why ruin a once meaningful Pagan holiday for the purpose? What ever Halloween had become, in Terraâs opinion, was tacky and overdone.
Have you seen olâJenkinsâ front yard?!
âI imagine it is hard picking a costume considering most creatures do exist in Barton Hollow. Youâd not want to offend anyone, either. I once went as Dorothy. You could go as Dorothy.â
Devan shrugged. It was a fair enough question. "It takes away from the fun of the holiday?" It was less of a statement and more of a question, as if she were testing the answer out on the air before she settled on it.Â
"That's very true." Yes, she had indeed gone as a ghost one year. She was six, and she'd had a sheet, and it had been...interesting. "Dorothy is always an option. Ooh, I could definitely pull off Dorothy...." She was half addressing herself now, falling into her own thoughts as she imagined the checked dress and pigtails. "Thank you! I'll definitely be adding that to my list of suggestions."
There was a hoard of research done recently that argued, to an extent, that playing music with another person could be more intimate than sex. Something about the release of oxytocin in the brain, the bonding neurotransmitter that invoked feelings of trust. And while Devan crooned on about how she fell in love with you, heart and soul, the way a fool would do, madly⊠Aurora couldnât help but think that those neuroscience geeks had some kind of point. The electricity that crackled in the air, she realized suddenly, would be nothing in comparison to when Devan really let herself go.
Aurora was a good enough actress to simply pretend that she was having fun, but for some reason, she couldnât shake the smile off of her perfectly glossy pink lips even as the song finished. She played the ending chord with a sort of flourish, curling her fingers as she lifted her hands in the air. A laugh bubbled up from her chest, and she tilted her head forward, really getting into it. âOh god,â She inhaled, placing a hand on her heart. Really, this was cake. âI should have known youâd get all the words perfectly. Not that I doubted you for a second, of course.â The only thing, really, that would have made this all perfect would have been if her eyes could shine. Black eyes didnât exactly shine, did they? And Devan had such beautiful ones, so emotional when she sangâŠ
Aurora scoffed, waving a hand casually, as she nudged the other girl from on the piano bench. âOh, please. Youâve got to let yourself have a little fun every once in a while. Surely any teacher would understand an impromptu jam session?â Thatâs it, Aurora. Support, but donât be overtâ not yet.Â
Auroraâs stomach did a somersault as the book suddenly appeared, sheâd been waiting for this moment for as long as sheâd concocted it in her head, obsessed over it, and finally made it happen in what could not have been a more perfect moment. âMay I?â Aurora asked, as she nonchalantly held out a hand which she hoped the binder would be placed in. The fun of a surprise was obviously gone, as Aurora was sure she knew 95% of what was in that binder, and if she really wanted to, she could take a pretty good guess at what Devan would want to rehearse.
"I wouldnât have offered if I didnât want to play for you," Aurora teased lightly, the grin on her lips incomparable to the sun, all things considered. There were many things that Aurora wanted to do to (and with) the girl seated beside her, but she had to calm herself down. Baby steps, she reminded herself. Youâll get there. "I think Sergei might roll over in his grave, but he can surely spare me for a few songs." Aurora immediately adjusted her posture, set her hands in ready-to-play position on the keysâ all she needed was the girl. "Miss Kane," Aurora bowed her head, adding more to the gallant charade of what a gem she hoped she was coming across as. "What will your first selection be?"
Devan snorted softly, rolling her eyes. She was determined to continue ignoring the heated shade of red coloring her cheeks, a direct result of the girl's emphatic compliment. "It wasn't that wonderful. I just sang the words to a song that everyone knows." It wasn't often that Devan found herself truly brushing her own voice without technical reason, something she knew would make her mother scowl herself into a tizzy. Devan was perfectly aware of when she was good and when something needed work, and while it was true that she hadn't done poorly (she wouldn't have been able to live with herself had it been otherwise), but credit had to be given where credit was due, and it wasn't she who deserved it. "If anything, you were to blame for making me sound good. I don't think Heart and Soul has ever sounded so lovely on piano."
Truly, Aurora's prowess at the piano was to be envied, and it was. Devan could play, but she wasn't a pianist. Five years was not enough to make her fingers feel comfortable with the weight of ivory keys beneath them, not enough to make them impervious to the disconcerting sensation of their distinct, angular, rectangle shape. But there wasn't a single doubt in Devan's mind that Aurora had been playing for a large portion of her life. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that there was something tugging at the back of her mind that said it had come up in passing one day, but conversational topic or no, her talent -- her comfort -- was as plain as day, as blatant as the sky, and as inspiring as the sun. Appropriate, indeed, given the girl's name, something that, admittedly, Devan had found herself chuckling about on more than one occasion.
She chuckled then as she chuckled now at Aurora's playful shoving. "Of course I have jam sessions. I'm not that opposed to fun." A frown pulled at her lips again, and for a fleeting second she wondered if that's how time spent with Aurora would be spent: Aurora making an innocent comment and Devan taking it far too seriously and over thinking the way she lived her life. Opposed to fun. She figured that she could be viewed that way by some people, but it wasn't true. She just...found fun in working herself to the bone until she couldn't push any further. Even Halloween, her absolute favorite holiday, was seen as an ongoing month-long endeavor.  "I just jam a little differently...."
Shaking herself from her reverie, Devan handed the binder over. "Be my guest." Oh, this was strange. Very strange. No one ever got to see what was in her binder except her mother, her instructor, and her accompanist, and even then the latter had a copy rather than a need to use hers. Handing it over to someone else was like letting them hold a first child. She allowed herself to laugh at Aurora's Rachmaninoff comment, if only to release some of the tension that lay in the moments before she got it back. When she did, it was as if the world was righted, and she fingered her way back to the song she'd had every intention to practice.
"Why, I am so glad you asked, Ms. Bates," she said, affecting an air of aristocracy and rising from her seat on the piano bench. Snapping the rings of her binder open, she removed the top copy of Canta Della Terra and placed it in front of Aurora before placing the second copy on a stand for herself. "It's a personal favorite of mine, but I hadn't the time to work on it as of late. But I now have time and a willing accompanist" A shrug, and the air was dropped, and something akin to a shy smile  (but not shy -- never shy) replaced her previously dramatic expression without her permission.Â
So strange.
"Shall we?"
Whooshing melody of the autumn wind threaded a symphony with the sounds of paper rippling and rustling as the duo attempted to salvage his documentation right by the road of hectic traffic. Ringing in his ear abated once the traffic lights shifted from red to green for the vehicles and the area surrounding them cleared out. The weather was everything but cooperating with him and Dominic couldnât but chuckle at such blatant notion, because he believed in things happening for a reason, whatever the reason was.
He managed to glance upwards from the papers he was still collecting in a bunch to attempt and identify the person aiding him but the ruffled strands of the brunetteâs hair and the preeminent contours of her face didnât ring any bell. âSomething like that.â with a single hand free, now that the papers were hugged back to his chest - well, at least the heap the girl wasnât holding on - he scratched the back of his head and offered a smile. âYou wouldâve thought teaching consists out of talking for an hour and a half and leaving for home, but then they start asking questions or worse, not participating at all, so itâs justâŠhow do I live up to the expectations and carry this responsibility and am I doing something wrong andâŠâ
Dominic simply wasnât used to being depended on and in classroom, he was the leader. He thought the only time heâd get so much interaction with teenagers was when about forty years old, trying to solve issues of his own adolescent child so this? This was a bit of a challenge. âAnd Iâm oversharing. With someone I just bumped into.â he finished, voice almost an octave lower and much more quiet now that heâd managed to compose himself.Â
"UmâŠ" still somewhat awkwardly, he pointed at the papers which she held "Could I get those back?" He usually wouldnât have minded having sheetwork taken from him, because it was easily acquirable and he had all of his repertoire memorized, but he was preparing a new recital and every second spent studying instead of losing and looking for them again mattered.
Something like that. Devan let out a soft hum of amusement before straightening and running a hand through her windswept hair in a rather vain attempt to tame it. Part of her wanted to just let her hand sit there and hold it in place, and she ran her fingers through the strands multiple times before giving up and turning her attention to holding the papers in place instead. An easier task, and much more rewarding, as it stilled their whipping sounds and lessened the overall feeling of chaos in the moment.
As the man spoke, Devan nodded intently, thoughts of the future dashed for the time being, her eyes scanning his face and his demeanor as if he were one of the people she observed every day as she walked down the street or as she sat in one of her rare study halls spent in the library instead of a secluded corner of the school. As she did so, the thought crossed her mind  that maybe it was odd, looking at him so intensely, but it was a thought that passed soon enough. The notion itself -- that this was odd -- was something she'd gotten over long ago. The only reason she felt it now probably had everything to do with their close  proximity to one another. The subject of her curious examination was no more than a couple of feet away from her. He was speaking to her, and yet she was analyzing the corners of his expressions, the movements of his hands, his posture. The way he scratched the back of his head, smiled in that awkward and mildly obligatory fashion that most did in a sudden encounter -- dropped his voice several tones when she was unresponsive.
"Oh, no," she said, finally, shaking her head and redirecting her attention to his words. "There's nothing wrong with a bit of sharing. Venting. So on and whatnot." She waved her hand in a dismissive flourish with a laugh of her own. "I would think teaching would be very strange." Especially for someone as young as you look. Shoot, he must have only been a few years older than his students. That had to be difficult; teenagers (assuming he was teaching teenagers) had a tendency to refuse direction from anyone in their general age range. "I could never do it." She had enough of a problem getting into the minds of her peers and feeling anything other than uncomfortable outside of the topic of Halloween and music as it was.
"Oh. Yeah, of course! Sorry," she added, holding the papers out. When she was free of them, her fingers quickly went to work retrieving the hairband wrapped around her wrist and tying back her hair before the wind could take hold of it again. Unsatisfied with (and a little unsettled by) the silence that followed, Devan scrambled for a something to say, a way to end the conversation and move on, and her eyes landed on his papers. With a jolt of eagerness --
"Music. You teach music?"
Does it? I guess someone should tell Poe to step aside, then.
Oh, indeed. Poe would never think to talk about the disappearance of the stars.
"You can always go with a classic. Witch, ghost, zombie. Plenty to pick from."
"The Greek goddess, yes. Though Iâm not settled yet on the details." It made sense to the brunette, to put on a persona that was related to harvesting, given her predispositions.
"I've already been a ghost," Devan said, and a sigh followed closely after. "And at least three different types of witches. Cinematic zombies are a good makeup and costume opportunity, I'll admit, but I can't stand them." A shudder ran up and down her spine.
Zombies were always, always, always a no.
"Well," Devan resumed, "it's interesting, nonetheless -- really good, if you ask me. And more of an idea than I've got at the moment, so...."
"Youâd really help me with it?" Nobody had offered their help to Evangeline in so long that sheâd forgotten what it felt like. "Thanks - thatâd be great. Do you want to trade numbers or something so I can tell you my address?" She was smiling - really smiling - for the first time in forever, and it felt amazing.
"You like musicals, too?" she questioned, grinning as she crossed her legs, taking a sip of the coffee sheâd left on the table next to her. "You sort of remind me of Ăponine - you know, from Les Mis? You could get the chemise and skirt and her cap and wear your hair down. Of course, itâs a bit of an overused costume, but itâd still be fun."
"Of course!" Something about the girl's smile made Devan want to swell up with pride. It wasn't often that she got to elicit such positive reactions from people when she wasn't trying to do so on stage -- it was a remarkable feeling. "Yeah, that'd work just fine. I will give you my card..." she murmured as she poked around in her bag, and after a moment she held out the small rectangular piece of paper.
"Oh, I adore musicals. They're... practically my life."
"Eponine? Really?" A beat passed in which she mulled over the idea in her head, and she could feel her eyes widen as inspiration struck her. She could. She honestly could, dress and cap and all. And then, when night came, she could don a pair of pants and a long jacket and tuck her hair up and oh this was it. "You," she began with a little bit of a flourish of her finger, "are brilliant, you know that? Musical characters would never have even crossed my mind as an option, and here you are, coming up with Elphaba and Eponine...."
"I havenâtâŠeven thought about it to be honest. You see, i donât normally celebrate halloween soâŠ"
"Oh. Well, see, to not celebrate it at all is one thing. But I still think you're missing out on a load of fun by skipping the costume bit."
