the pulse of the swell [anya]

[kiipcha]

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[spencer]

Anya’s ability to adapt her movement to the change in pace was nearly flawless. Spencer pressed his lips together and nodded to himself, impressed. Her dance moves were pronounced but still delicate and fluid. She somehow managed to get them to match the music erupting from the piano, and Spencer was fascinated.

When she looked his way, he caught her smile and couldn’t help reflecting it with his own. It stayed on his lips as he took his eyes off her and focused them back down on his hands as they quickly moved over the piano keys, moving very technically but gracefully, as well. He spent some time focused on the music and the finger placement and his expression mellowed out as he became engrossed in it, having to swish the dark hair that had fallen into his vision. It wasn’t long after that, however, that Spencer peeked back up at Anya as the speed of the song picked up once more. His gaze was on her for a while, studying her poised movements and even tweaking the song to match her actions. He really wished she was wearing more clothes. For one, he’d feel like less of a creeper watching her dance so intently, and second, he’d be a lot less distracted by her lithe frame than he was now.

Experienced fingers moved swiftly over the last few notes of the song, and the hall gradually became silent, until that silence was broken with Spencer’s clapping. ”Ah, brava!” he said, in a sorry excuse for French accent, as she entered her ending pose. He slid around on the piano bench so he was straddling it, facing her. ”If I had a bouquet of flowers I’d throw them,” he chuckled, and added on, ”You really are something. How long have you been dancing?”

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[spencer]

"Thanks Spencer. And I would give one to you too for the music." His lips curled up into a smile and he placed his hand over his heart in a joking way, as if to say he was touched. While she answered his question, his fingers lightly tapped the tops of the piano keys absentmindedly, careful not to make any noise and interrupt the girl.

”Ah, that had to be… awkward?” he asked, screwing up his mouth in silent contemplation. The way she looked down at her feet gave him the impression that she might be uncomfortable. From their time together, Spencer was beginning to pick up on her habit of getting somewhat distant every time she mentioned her ability. It made him curious, but he didn’t want to push the subject. He’d only just met her, after all. He watched her silently but tilted his head when she apologized, furrowing his brow in an almost amused way. ”Oh, no, don’t apologize. It’s interesting,” Spencer reassured her with a sweet smile. He hoped she understood that. He was almost embarrassingly fascinated by her; he hadn’t met many students at Silas who had a long-term hobby in the arts and were truthfully talented at it. Many of his friends joked about his leaning towards the classical and the certain properness that fine art could bring. And, hey, she was a gorgeous girl. That was just a bonus. But Spencer could feel himself slipping into old habits—seemed like anytime he met a girl with any interests similar to him, he started to fall for her. It made him want to kick himself. Why couldn’t he just like someone as a friend, for once? Keeping his feelings hidden got old, as did not having them reciprocated.

Pressing his lips together, his gaze rested on Anya’s hands on the edge of the piano. He pictured the scene of Anya practicing her dance and her wings appearing out of nowhere. While Spencer had thought it looked spectacular, the boy could definitely understand what something like that would look like to a non-gifted person. Shocking, scary—instead of the magnetism it seemed to have toward him, it was probably something that seemed freakish to regular humans. Spence broke his silence and said, ”Well, if your wings come out while you’re dancing here, you won’t have to leave.”

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[kiipcha]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 272 // outfit // click here // tagged // Spencer spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY "Oh, no, don’t apologize. It’s interesting," Similar to dancing, she hadn't met many people who were interested in her history either. She contemplated whether or not she should tell him more but figured that would be better for another time. ”Well, if your wings come out while you’re dancing here, you won’t have to leave.” His reassuring smile lightened her heart and instantly cheered her up. "You're sweet, you know that? I don't know why most people aren't as nice as you." Anya matched his nice smile and looked into his dark eyes again. She walked over to the piano bench, sitting herself down next to him. "I hope it's okay if I sit here, my legs are just sort of tired." It was true that she could always sit down on the floor but she found herself looking for an excuse to sit next to him. Her legs actually weren't even tired, in fact she could probably last through at least one more song. But he didn't know that, and she didn't feel like telling him at the risk that she wouldn't get to sit with him. "What about you? How long have you been playing piano?" She tapped her fingers along some of the keys, letting some quiet notes to play out. At the ballet academy they also taught them a little bit of piano, but she never fully grasped it. And now sixteen, the only piano song she could remember how to play was twinkle twinkle little star, and even that didn't sound very good. The winged girl was sure that Spencer could probably play that song in his sleep. notes // None

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When Anya called him sweet, Spencer had to press his lips together to keep himself from looking like he was absolutely beaming. She was making it quite hard for him not to keep his want for a platonic friendship intact. He was already crushing hard over his other good friend, and Maeve was someone he saw quite often due to their studying get-togethers. The idea of falling for Anya was so typical of him, he was a little frustrated with himself. Similar interests? Check. Regular meet ups? Check.

The dark-haired boy shook his head when she came to sit down and mumbled, ”Go ahead.”. She was close enough to him that he could feel the heat from her body, and that made him oddly nervous. It was probably the whole leotard thing. He was unaware of her motives entirely.

”Oh, ah, started taking lessons at about five, like yourself,” his eyes watched her fingers playfully press down some notes on the piano. ”Took up violin at seven,” Spencer added, ”Classic Asian parents story, you know, they want me involved with everything. But I like it. I didn’t get to go to a fancy music academy, though.” He gave her a playful, sideways glance, jealous of her ballet school. His eyes then shifted down to her hands, which were still lightly pressing down keys. He pulled his leg over the bench and sat facing the piano, and then Spencer brought his own hands over to hers, hovering above them momentarily with a, ”May I?” He lightly picked up her left hand and positioned her fingers over two keys, then maneuvered her right hand over a couple of keys closer to him. With his hand over hers, Spencer pressed her left hand down a few times in a slow rythym, mimicking Satie’s Gymnopedia No.1. He looked up at Anya and motioned for her to keep doing that as he then pressed the slow, higher notes, just as the song called for. After about thirty seconds, a heavier sound came in, and Spencer used his free hand to show Anya to play the notes under her right hand, which emphasized the sounds he was making.

”Look, you’re a pianist already,” he said, his gaze averted down at the piano. Maybe she thought this was lame. Spencer laughed a little. ”You mentioned twinkle twinkle little star earlier, right? Now you’ve almost got two songs down.” He looked at Anya with squinted eyes. "A true professional."

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[kiipcha]

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[spencer]

Dark eyes studyed Anya as she pressed the first few notes of the children's tune: her fingers, not quite as delicate as when she danced, but a natural elegance to how she moved, and the curve of her neck and the strand of deep red hair that laid in stark contrast on her skin. His trance was broken when she spoke, "I like it better when you play though." He grinned. His ego was going to be so inflated after this, he’d have to knock himself down a bit to keep from getting a big head.

”You’ve got a certain panache, though,” Spencer said half-jokingly. He stretched his arms out in front of him and laced his fingers together so he could crack his knuckles. A hand reached into his pocket as an afterthought, and as he took out his phone to check the time, Spencer was shocked. Had he really been here that long? Without saying anything, he locked his phone and slipped it back in to his pocket. The boy really didn’t want to have to leave. He couldn’t decide yet if he really had good chemistry with this girl or if he was just deluding himself, like always, in which case future joint music and dance practices would be torture. However, the nag of responsibility about his unfinished Calc assignment poked at him in the back of his head. After that last test, he should really put more attention into that class—Spencer paused mid-thought, wow, he’d completely forgotten about school for the past hour and a half. He guessed he could attribute that to Anya.

”So, by the way,” he began, ”I lied to you.” Spencer paused again, his eyes on the piano, and he pressed down one key absently and listened as the noise it made rang out into the room. He turned his head to her, bangs falling in front of his face, and scrunched his nose. ”I kinda… never even looked at the room sign up before I got here. I didn’t even know there was one.” A laugh escaped his lips. ”Sorry, I was completely ready to steal this room from you... I promise I’m not usually like that.”

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[kiipcha]

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”…you're a really bad liar," Anya admitted, and Spencer quickly followed up with a, ”Heh, yeah, I don’t have a lot of practice,” and stuck his tongue out at her playfully.

He tried to ignore the fact that she was straddling the piano bench, though it was difficult, but soon he was given something to distract his mind with. Suddenly, Anya’s hand was reaching up toward him and brushing his hair from his eyes. Spencer was very still as his face flushed pink and he sat there, with a dumbfounded half-grin stuck on his face, his heart fluttering under his shirt. He swallowed, relieved as she started talking again. What the hell had just happened? Was he imagining things? Spencer couldn’t disregard the intimacy of Anya’s gesture, and suddenly he was beginning to think his inclinations towards the girl might not be so one-sided. He was hesitant, of course, as he had fallen into this routine many times before.

”I would have kicked you out too had you not been such a good pianist… And you’re also incredibly sweet.” Spencer opened his mouth, intent on making some retort on how he would have (not actually) heckled her if she hadn’t been such a talented dancer, but he was stopped by her compliment and his mouth immediately broke out into a wide grin. Plus, he noticed she was blushing. Oh this was too good to be true.

He forced a happy sigh from his lips. ”God, I don’t know what I’m going to do when I don’t have you around to compliment me,” he managed. Turning it into the joke was about the only thing he could think of doing, other than sit their dumbly with some shy look on his face. His heartbeat quickened, and he got that nervous pit in his stomach that he couldn’t shake. Dark eyes flickered up to the clock, then centered on Anya. With his expression a little sad, he admitted ”I have to go.” The anxiousness swelled up inside him, and in a desperation he grabbed his stack of sheet music from the top of the piano, along with the ripped folder that had caused them to be in such a mess in the first place. With his head down, he spoke into the paper: ”Ah, we’ll do this again, right? Maybe we could, like,” daringly, he brought his gaze up to rest on her, ”get ice cream or dinner or something afterwards?” Answer quick, answer quick, answer quick— the boy’s head was clouded, the fear of refusal lingering in the front of his mind.

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[kiipcha]

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The relief was quite evident on his face as Spencer’s shoulder dropped in a silent sigh. As soon as Anya’s expression broke out into a smile-and quite a big one, too-Spence knew he was in the clear. It was a very odd, unfamiliar sensation, but the feeling was great. He’d have to quit being such a wimp with the whole asking girls out thing, but for now, his nervous, flippant request was about as much courage as he could muster. Spencer wanted to revel in this moment.

Her blush made him grin. Spencer had never realized he could ever have that kind of effect on someone. It helped dissolve much of the hesitancy at letting himself potentially fall for this girl—surely, she seemed to like him. There was still an inkling of fear that it could turn out poorly and maybe without his piano Anya would see on this sort-of-date that Spencer was quite boring, or maybe she’d decide she didn’t like him or—No. Spencer shook the self-conscious thoughts from his head. There would be enough time to fret about it later. Right now, he wanted to feel good.

”Alright!” he said, his voice coming out far more enthusiastically than he had planned. Spencer cringed because of it, but tried to put it in the back of his mind. ”Ah, so maybe Friday? You could give me your number and we can work out the specifics,” he suggested, unable to keep the smile off his lips. The boy stood up, grabbing the phone from his pocket as he watched Anya bend down to untie her ballet slippers.

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[kiipcha]

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