Curiousity and the Cat (Saeran x MC), MM Writing
Here’s a little snippet of writing I did, inspired as I played Ray’s route recently! I am a pianist myself and I always thought this scenario would be interesting. Tell me what you think! I’m still very new to writing, haha ^ ^;;
You’d been at this place only a little over a week, and although the digital company of the RFA was entertaining, they weren’t always online - and that left you wiling away hours in the pale pink bedroom. Your only respite was in Ray’s rare, fleeting visits - or had been, before Saeran had taken the reins, after which his visits could at best be described as entertaining, and worst as frightening. Of course there were also the less welcome visits from Rika (Ray could do as he liked, but you refused to call her your ‘Saviour’), which seemed to exist purely to test your resolve not to attack her.
And so it was that for another night, you found yourself lying on the soft pink bedsheets, staring at the ceiling dully. Not for the first time it occurred to you that you’d barely seen any of this place other than the garden and your room, and the lure of exploration was tempting. What kept you from doing just this, naturally, was the fact that you weren’t actually allowed to - and the threat of Rika’s wrath was good incentive to cooperate. But as it so often did, annoyance got the best of you, and you leapt up, deciding to throw caution to the winds and go wandering.
You cautiously opened the door to the hallway, and were surprised to see it deserted. It was the dead of night, but ...
Listening for any sound of movement, you headed down the hall. It was undoubtedly a beautiful place, the midnight blue walls studded with gold candleholders and interspaced with pristine marble columns.
Rika ... who did you get on board to make this happen ...
You passed several doors identical to your own, pausing briefly at those that were ajar, sneaking quick furtive glances inside. Mostly larger residential bedrooms, it seemed, although not quite like yours. Ray - Saeran, rather - really had prepared it specially. You couldn’t help but smile. Reaching the end of the hallway, you stopped in your tracks with a spark of excitement as you caught a peek at the inside of the last room.
Your interest peaked, you slipped into the room to closer observe what had caught your attention. It was a piano - a beautiful black grand, evidently forgotten in the dim room. Coated by a thin sheet of dust, it had an abandoned, lonely air about it, and you couldn’t resist keeping it some company.
An unplayed instrument is a tragic thing.
Against your better judgement, you sat down and lifted the lid, tentatively testing the keys, surprised to find them in tune. Considering only an instant, you brought your hands to the keys.
Debussy’s The Snow is Dancing.
It was a piece you always found at your fingertips, and it was comforting to let your fingers dance over the keys in the familiar piece, the quick, light, melancholic music creating quite an atmosphere around you. You let your mind drift with the music, far away from the little room.
Saeran glanced at the clock in the corner of his screen - 3:47 AM. He was bored and frustrated, working all day with a pounding headache and countering every trick from that redheaded wretch. Perhaps a visit to MC would be of some entertainment ... At the least it would be a distraction, perhaps even an outlet for his annoyance if he could provoke her enough ...
Pushing his chair back decisively, he pulled on his black suit jacket and strode out of the dark room, abandoning the softly glowing monitors. The redhead would have to play by himself for a while.
The corridors were quiet and empty, disturbed only by the authoritative clacking of his shoes. At such a late hour, everyone else was asleep - his toy included, most likely. It would be amusing to wake her up, to see the annoyance in her expression, knowing that she would be too frightened to say anything. He quickened his pace, climbing the stairs to the upper level where his toy sat obediently in her cage.
Upon arriving at her door, however, he heard the faintest sound from further down the hallway. He lowered the fist poised at the door, suspicious. The whisper of music seemed to call to him, and his curiousity aroused, he couldn’t help investigating.
Making his way down the corridor, he softened his step, listening carefully. Only a little further on he found the culprit door, left ever so slightly ajar. Quiet as a cat, he slipped through.
The room was dim and clearly unoccupied - he didn’t recall ever noticing it - a grand piano dominated the far side, handsome even in it’s neglect.
And sitting at the piano, her back to him, was the person responsible - MC, completely entranced with her task.
So the little princess decided to wander from her cage, did she? How arrogant of her to sneak around when I forbid it.
But to his own surprise, rather than striding furiously towards her, he found himself leant against the doorframe, arms crossed, gaze fixed on MC’s back.
... Truthfully, he wasn’t sure of the last time he heard music, other than the frequent hymns during his brief time spent at the cathedral, before joining Mint Eye. This was too delicate, he decided. It reminded him too much of the weak child he had been, stirred a near-imperceptible flutter of panic in him.
... But he liked it, all the same.
Her hands skipped deftly over the keys, mesmerizing, graceful, assured, at peace. Quite unlike the MC he saw, the stubborn, anxious, defiant MC who looked back at him with sorrow and caring, no matter how he tormented her. She wasn’t cowed by him; rather it seemed she chose to submit purely on sense. There was a defiance that never left her eyes, even when she did as he said, even when she was frightened. He hated it. It made him want to push her until she lost that look forever - perhaps it reminded him too much of the spark Sae- the redhead had always possessed.
But there was no defiance in her playing. She surrendered to the music as though it were her own elixir, oblivious to her silent spectator.
You’d lost yourself in your playing, and coming to the end of the piece was almost a surprise. Playing the final bars of the piece brought it fading into nothingness, finishing with a light, rolled chord. Lowering your hands, you looked around you, alert for any sign of disturbance.
You turned back to the keys, satisfied that you were alone - now, at least.
You could have sworn just a moment ago a familiar pair of mint-coloured eyes had been fixed on you.
I described this particular piano piece a fair bit, as it’s one I play and am quite fond of! I adore Debussy, and recommend listening to it ^-^ ~ I hope this was ok! Tell me what u think? <3
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