Thread: The Musician's Overture [GGentleman x Soft Strokes]

Somewhere deep inside Cecilia, she felt bad for the fear Vivian was now displaying. She knew she was stern, in the way she stared. The way she demanded. But she couldn't let her leave. She wouldn't! Vivian didn't just pop by, to be attacked emotionally by her old lover. Didn't just pop by to see her act, like Cecilia had. No. There had been a purpose here, or Vivian would've never returned to this dreary old town. Vivian had wanted to talk. And talk, she was damn well going to do! Cecilia wanted answers this time. This time, she wasn't going to run. This time, she wasn't going to let Vivian run. Vivian running, had caused all this. She could've moved on, and found a new muse. Or even gone looking for her old. She could've mourned her brother's death, and remembered him with joy. But Viian's disappearance, and her brother's death, no more then a few weeks apart? That, had broken her, beyond any immediate repair. She'd curled into a ball, and become a husk of the happy, loving person she'd been. Caring about the world. Caring about the people around her. Just.. Caring. That, was entirely this woman's fault! At least, so her anger and frustration said. Her heart, was singing a wholly different tune. Vivian could not've predicted Franz's death. Could she, she would've not left when she did. Had she heard about it, she would've returned, and comforted her. She could not've predicted, that the defenses against her anxiety would break after this, she would've reinforced it. No. This was not Vivian's fault. And now, she'd attacked her old muse. The one person in the world, she'd ever loved unconditionally. The surprise of the woman now pressed against Cecilia, was not unexpected. But her guilt overcame her anger, and she had to apologize. And as Vivian's hair mingled with Cecilia's, she stroked her cheek against the other's neck, resting her forehead against her as she started speaking. Cecilia sobbed solemnly, as she nudged her forehead against Vivian's skin, before hugging her even closer, even tightly at this point. I.. I haven't changed.. You know how I play.. Can't.. Act my way around that.. Vivian would know exactly what she meant by that, as Cecilia's teeth clenched together, trying to hold back a whimper, that still hoarsely groaned through gritted teeth. Playing who she was, wasn't anything new. Cecilia had always done that. Music was a part of her. Her blood. And the raw emotions on the stage, was indeed her's. Her life, as it was right now. As it'd been the last year. Cecilia's arms tightened even further, as she groaned. The hugging grip was at a painful strength at this point, her muscles even tensing slightly as their upper bodies where pressed together. She held that painful hug for a few seconds, before releasing in a sad, whimpered sigh. Her arms slowly stroked off of Vivian's body, resting on her shoulder's for a few seconds, before slumping down in front of Cecilia, as she leaned away from the other hurting woman. You're right.. Though.. It isn't right. Shouldn't be.. At least. It is all wrong. This isn't what I should be.. Not what I expected, when.. When practicing in my father's garage. Definitely.. Not.. What I wanted. She explained, sniffling again, as her hand did a poor job of drying the all new tears away, only causing a thicker smear of makeup across her cheek. Her statement was blunt, and short. A hint. A suggestion. She wanted to hear it. She wanted to hear.. Anything. Harley had slipped through the crowds, to place a glass of Whiskey next to Cecilia. She didn't speak, just went away again. She could see by the state of the girls, that this was not the time to interrupt. And, it truly wasn't. Everyone at the Tavern knew, instead sticking to their own business and talks. Cecilia didn't even react to the glass being brought, just remained where she was, knees still pressed together, arms now resting in her lap, looking to Vivian with inquisitory eyes.