SECURED SCRIPTURES : @quinxtm
⠀ ⠀ ݁⠀˖⠀༝ soft chatter between first class investigators , subjects being that of nothing and everything at the same time ―――― work and hobbies alike , absentminded chatter and meaningful subjects combined. a coffee in the hands of the male with two toned hair , tea in front of the female with the softest of pink locks ; so easily social with one another , as if they be old friends rather than work partners. an invitation had been given by haise earlier in the day that lilenna pay a visit to the house shared between him and the quinx , with her previous research on the quinx project she had lingered close to them ; growing a bit attached as it were. a soft laughter bubbled in her throat as conflict between two of his students arose , ginshi and urie ―――― as per usual the two couldn’t seem to get along , one pestering the other and his solitary ways. it was evident haise be embarrassed to have them act up in her company , but never did she judge or believe he be incompetent in training them to their full potential ; rather it was comical to her , like a single father attempting to raise five mischevious children. he excused himself before dashing off to cater to the issue before it blew out of proportion , where a lingering stare was given to the soft and kind spoken investigator. it pulled at her heart in sadness , it always did whenever she saw him . . . knowing the truth of who or rather what he was ―――― all told to hush , to allow him to live the lie that is haise sasaki. ( it still feels so wrong , ) releasing a sigh through her nose she continued to display a smile , lifting her cup to her lips in order to take a sip of the hot beverage. ( i can’t help but wonder , does he have people awaiting his return . . . ? )
lost in thought , of who the ccg potentially stole him from , only to be brought to reality by the soft melodic tune that came from keys of a piano. it earned a soft hum in her throat and tilt of head in it’s sources general direction , doe like eyes providing a singular blink ―――― unaware any of the quinx be skilled with the talent that was piano. she slipped from her spot at the island table , slipping past the four males unnoticed , certain her wandering wouldn’t be much of an issue given the relation she share with them all. delicate were her footsteps , each one silent as not to startle whoever she may potentially walk in on , eyes straying through an open door to see moko sitting at a piano ; digits gliding over the keys with such ease and grace , skill apparent. rather than intrude and ruin her moment of serenity , lilenna waited , quiet as she leaned against the door and watched on. piano had a place in her heart like no other , the music she had danced to since she be just three years old ―――― the music she had heard whilst still inside her mothers stomach. it had been all around her before she inhaled her first breath , and had been present during some of her finest performances in front of thousands. ❝ beau ! ❞
only when the music came to its final note did she speak , a complement in the language that came natural to her. if it not be for the cup in her possession her smile would have been accompanied by a clap of hands , soft giggle-like laughter bubbling in her throat. an appreciation for the arts , in all forms. ❝ you’re very talented ! i didn’t know you played piano ! ❞
FINGERS DANCE ACROSS THE KEYS. Hitting each and every note with ease, the papers before her that hosted the tune she was playing, what was written on them was like a second language to her. One she practiced whenever she could. Usually, when she played, she’d be accompanied by Urie as he painted scenics she wishes she could escape to whenever she came face to face with one of the other species. She hums to the tune she’s playing, La Campanella composed by Liszt, a piece that took her weeks to master. She was proud of finally learning how to play it properly when practicing it she played and played until her fingers bled. Her dedication to learning the piece showed when she finally mastered it.
She didn’t expect anyone else to be around, not even Urie for she could hear him arguing with Shirazu over the Kermit incident. Quicky, when the song is over she transitions into Chopin’s Étude Op. 10 No. 4. She believed the music to be fitting to what was going on in the other room with the two boys. What she really wanted to play was something she had written for Urie himself, yet that might be quite embarrassing, especially if he didn’t share her affections. Every time he looked her way she could feel a tug on her heartstrings.
Body playfully leans to the right as both hands go breezing in that direction as she plays, only to hastily move to the left. Moko doesn’t realize that she’s being watched; when she plays, the only senses she focuses on are her senses of touch and hearing. She doesn’t pay mind to her sense of smell ( sometimes Shirazu joins her and he’ll pluck a couple notes on guitar, but the problem being is now and then he won’t shower, and when she’s playing with him in his non-showering state she won’t focus on the sound she’s producing from the love affair the piano keys and her fingers are having, she’ll focus on Shirazu’s stench, so she trained herself not to worry about her sense of smell when she plays a tune ).
After she finishes Chopin’s piece, she takes a moment to stretch, body expanding as her arms go up into the air, a yawn escapes pale pink lips. Then she hears it, the other woman in the room. Figure turns to face Lilenna, a smile forming on her features.
❝ Many thanks! ❞ She says excitedly, Moko’s always happy to play for new ears. ❝ I’ve been playing since I was young, sometimes when Sassan’s doing work he asks me to play soft songs that he can work to. ❞
