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[sarahalainn]

【YOUTUBE】 パイプオルガン弾き語り“Breathe in Me” on Pipe Organ | behind the scenes

日本でメジャーデビューが決まる直前に父が他界。

心の中に生き・息し続ける父への一曲。

この日は、大切な方を失った方々に捧げました。

自宅で手書きのペダルとイメトレでオルガン練習。

一度っきりのライブは緊張感半端ないので、

どこかパイプオルガンお借りできるところがあればぜひまた弾き語りに挑戦して映像おさえたい〜

アコーディオン/藤野‪由佳 さん

ピアノ/中林万里子

作曲/サラ・オレイン、エルガー

編曲/ サラ・オレイン

Featuring excerpts from Elgar’s famous cello concerto, this was turned into a vocal piece for my dad who never saw me perform but continues to live on within.

Dedicated to all those who have lost someone dear.

Note, that very homemade hand-drawn pedal was how I tried to prepare for pipe organ w

Accordion: Yuka Fujino

Piano: Mariko Nakabayashi

Composer: Sarah Àlainn, Edward Elgar

Arranger: Sarah Àlainn

#pipeorgan #パイプオルガン #sarahalainn #サラオレイン #elgar

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925 words | The black prince [WT]

Content | Pregnancy, anxiety, shame, royal whumpee

Notes | After some recovery time, Orafin has a disagreement with his sibling and monarch :(

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After two months or three — it was easy to lose time here, Elgar found, with so little to worry about that wasn’t contained between them — the Crown appeared at the estate.

They were noticeably pregnant now, and like them, had come to rest until they were better, because they weren’t feeling particularly great. Their family came with them — Queen Kaara and little toddling Zovri.

Orafin immediately offered to leave, leave the house, which, as far as Elgar was concerned, was easily big enough for all of them, their plentiful staff, and probably three or four families more, for the royal palace in Atcill, so they would have the house to themselves.

»We are better. I should get back to work,« he said as they sat together with the Crown for an afternoon snack. Sweets and the tart tea that grew in the mountains here. The prince’s signs were becoming more and more fluid, although he still missed words every now and again, and with courtiers quickly catching on, he relied less and less on Elgar for translations.

He had yet to dismiss Elgar as useless, though. His affection seemed unchanged, and Elgar was grateful for it.

»You’re not going back to work yet, Fin.« The Crown sat back, absent-mindedly placing a hand on their belly as they scrutinized their brother.

What work did a prince even have to do? They — both of them — were waited on hand and foot. It still felt eerie. Elgar occupied his hands with the slice of orange cake on the fragile porcelain, an import from the queen’s home, before him. Ever since he had mentioned how much he loved it, it had become a regular occurrence. It was so easy. Everything was so easy.

Well, not everything. Especially now that the Crown was here. They had yet to hurt him in any way, but he still couldn’t relax around them.

The prince gave a dissatisfied little hum. »What about you?«

The Crown sighed. »I’m not working either, as you might have noticed.« They looked even more dissatisfied than the prince.

»Not true. You get your mail here. And so on.« The prince reached for his slate, as was becoming rarer and rarer, as if he was going to list all the ways in which the Crown violated their claim.

»Okay, well, I can’t wholly abandon the kingdom.«

Satisfied with their confession, the prince dropped the slate again. »And you’re baking a human.«

The Crown tapped a finger against his chest. »Yes. And you are healing.«

The prince looked undecided whether he should continue arguing, and to Elgar’s dismay, the Crown turned to him. »What about you, Elgar?« Their voice was gentle. »Do you feel better?«

Elgar crumbled what was left of his cake. »Yes, your Majesty. Thank you.« It was true, after all. He felt better. And if the prince decided he wanted to go back to his ordinary life, well, then Elgar was ready to go with him, even though it filled him with trepidation, knowing so little about what that would even entail.

The Crown eyed him a moment, before they turned toward their brother again. They flinched when something bumped inside their belly.

»Are you okay?« the prince asked immediately. Elgar suspected he was glad for an excuse to turn the conversation further on the state of the Crown.

»I’m handling it.«

He looked worried, laying a hand on their sibling’s other before speaking again. »It’s over soon.«

The Crown’s lips quirked. »I think I’ll have to pop out a few more.«

Elgar caught himself staring, but it was the prince who answered. »You don’t have to do that to yourself.«

»There needs to be an heir. And if…« They exhaled softly.

»The others will have children.«

»Still. Five seems like a good number, don’t you think?« They smiled slightly, and flicked his nose. »Where would we be if our parents had stopped at four?«

*

You would have been spared a lot of heartache. The thought sprang into Orafin’s mind unbidden. That wasn’t remotely what Ozriel had meant, he knew that. But it was true — the months of believing him dead, the trouble of taking care of him in the state he was in when he returned, the worry of whether he would ever be okay again, able to attend to his duties.

And now he was — he thought he was — and Ozriel wouldn’t even let him.

It was true he startled from nightmares, sometimes, in which he crawled towards a border infinitely far away, dragging his broken legs, Elgar’s cries of pain behind himself as he abandoned him. He couldn’t even cry into Elgar’s shoulder when he woke from them, choked with shame, like he did on other occasions. It was no mystery where the nightmares came from. It should have been him, the prince, saving Elgar, not the unfortunate, miraculously kind soul risking everything for an uncertain future for his sake.

He should be doing his job, at least now. He didn’t think he could return to the front, and he knew Ozriel would never ask him to; probably even the people wouldn’t call it unjust — he had served, after all. But there was so much work to do: administration, logistics, even charity. He could do something. He should do something.

The warm, loving look Ozriel gave him made him ache. He knew Ozriel would never demand anything in exchange. None of his siblings would, especially after what had happened to him.

But he was a prince, and he had a duty to his people.

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Edward Elgar (1857-1934) - Elegy for Strings, Op. 58. Performed by Kenneth Slowik/The Smithsonian Chamber Players on period instruments.

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Elgar : the enigma variations, on the turntable this morning

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Fan Cast Idea: Derek Stephan Prince as Rough & Tumble

For Rough, Derek would take after his Impmon from Digimon Tamers with how it's very Joe Pesci inspired:

For Tumble, it would take a bit from his Elgar from Power Rangers Turbo:

more refined.

On a purely silly note, I like to imagine this little ditty with the skunks:

Particularly when it comes to the break-in into Cream’s house.