On the bus ride back from the city, Lazarus was quiet. He had almost forgotten about his service in the army. The decades of drinking between the fighting and the present day had taken care of that. His mind was full of dulled memories of shredding German soldiers with his bare hands. Though they weren't as strong as Albert, most of them were as determined to stay alive, and as cocky as Albert. After all, they had guns, and he had nothing, walking over no-man's land without a weapon of any description.
She turned her head to him and her eyes softened, "what's wrong?" he blinked and returned to the present day.
"Hmm? Oh... nothing," he smiled.
"Oh, okay," she smiled back, "just making sure."
"Are you okay?" he asked after another long pause.
"Hmm, oh yeah I'm fine." He sighed and looked out of the window, watching the city melt away into suburbia. He didn't believe her, but what else could he do other than bring her through this with both of them in one piece? "Lazarus?" She asked after a little while longer.
"Yeah?" he looked back at her.
"I love you," she smiled, turning to him with a childish grin. He smiled back, slipping an arm around her waist.
"I love you too." Her grin softened to a smile as she leant into the hug.
"I feel a new composition coming on," he smiled, half to himself as he unlocked the apartment door, allowing Melissa through first.
"Hmm?" She laughed. He closed the door and set the viola case on the top of the piano, opening it with a grin.
"Ah, it makes my piano look so old and battered," he murmured.
"Your piano is old and battered." He gasped, pretending to be offended. He hugged the side of the piano, trying not to laugh.
"Don't listen to her!" he told the piano.
She rolled her eyes, "Okay, well... I'm gonna get the dust off my violin." He laughed and stood back, nodding.
"Okay. I can't remember where I put my blank manuscript paper." She shrugged, picking up the violin from its case and gently pulling the bow over the strings, playing a low, simple note as he disappeared into the bedroom, looking in one of his boxes that was still unpacked. Finding it under his CDs and other junk, he took it back to the living room with a pen and an idea in his head.
She smiled, closing her eyes as her tempo increased to just like her heartbeat when she was with Lazarus. As she made the notes deeper, she tried to create the image of something more. Her bow swiftly danced against the strings and she let the images flow through her mind, as her heartbeat accelerated, so did the music. Like they were intertwined, she almost felt Lazarus' hot touch against her skin as she played.
He smiled at the expression on her face for a moment, before lifting his viola, joining in with the music, her eyes jolted open as she heard the deeper sound of the viola and she looked to him and blushed, "I got carried away..."
"Didn't mean to disturb," he smiled and she shook her head as he paused, "it was good... keep playing?"
She never lowered her violin as she replied, "you sure?"
"Of course," he nodded.
She paused, looking at him before she smiled and tried to pick up where she left off, starting from a slow tempo and building it up again, the soft and sweet music mixed with the devilishly fast pace as she played out the scene in her head. He played in half time to her, matching a slower passion against her speeding lust.
Then she let out a high, sharp note and allowed it to play out before she continued with a slow, high melody. "The final kiss," she whispered as she allowed the final note to play. "I'm rusty, my human fingers are rather slow," she muttered as she lowered her violin.
He smiled, "they sound pretty fast to me," he chuckled lightly.
"Yes well, nothing's perfect. I could always improve," she shrugged, laying the violin back in her velvet case.
He shrugged and pulled his bow across his viola strings again, "so could I," her eyes widened slightly, before they softened again.
"I'm sorry, you were going to compose...and I shouldn't have taken over."
"That's quite alright. I enjoyed it."
"Hmm...I've never played for someone and they say they've enjoyed it. I normally ever played for myself.
"Oh. Well you know I enjoy your music," he smiled again, "perhaps I should return to the concert halls on the condition that you'll perform with me," he winked, playing a slow melody.
She sighed, "No one would want to hear me play and you have an obligation to like me and everything to do with me."
He rolled his eyes. "Huh. You underestimate your own ability."
"As always," she paused, gathering her thoughts, "Lazarus, you should go to the halls and wow them just like you did all those years ago. Don't hold back to a simple bar."
"I dunno... I only did it for the money, really," he shrugged,
"After the shows... you never did seem to have the heart for it," she sighed, "oh well. Would you like some help...? I briefly practiced the viola, cello and a little double bass." She loved the strings and how they played. She had always wanted to learn the harp, more than anything though.
"I suppose the after show sulk was just because of my father... but yeah, if you feel like helping."
She nodded and walked behind him, kissing his neck softly, "Of course... perhaps, I may play with you, you'll have a lot of persuading to do though," she smiled, arranging his fingers appropriately on the fingerboard.
He laughed gently, "and how would I do this persuading?" She shrugged simply and smiled, instructing him how to use the bow just right, to avoid bad habits. "So you'd leave me to find out for myself?" he murmured, amused as he followed her directions.
"You'll be fine," she reassured, "if you want it enough, you'll find a way." She stood back, moving his fingers again as she showed him the new note.
"I'll think about it. I hadn't even considered returning to the stage at all until the alpha... I mean Kito, mentioned it earlier."
"Whatever makes you happy," she repeated, moving away from him slightly.
He nodded, concentrating on playing through what she had just shown him with growing ease. "Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks, eh?"
"Some things are impossible," she smiled after she praised him on his playing.
"It's only impossible if you don't want it enough."
"Hmm, touché," she shrugged, though still not believing him. He went back to playing and she moved over to the couch with a smile. "I spread my wings, to fly away... and you tell me that you'll always stay. By my side, you're always there for me, how did I not see? How much I loved you before this day..." She sung in a whisper, making it up as she went, tapping her foot slightly; staring absently in front of her.
He smiled quietly, listening to her words and she continued unknowingly, "You were there, you were mine, my true heart you did find and upon these wings I'll take you and we'll fly away!" She paused, "We'll fly away, hand in hand, heart in heart, soul in soul... your sweet words, they carry me; they em-brace me, they take me to a world that I... never knew existed, here with you..." She sighed, "Here with you." She repeated, her foot stopped tapping as she finished, leaning back into the sofa.
"I love you, Melissa Thorn," he murmured, glancing at her.
She looked at him, "I thought you were playing..." she whispered, seeing him looking back at her.
"Mmm, I was. But you forget I have excellent hearing."
She sighed, looking away, out the window as she blushed, "Of course," she cursed in her mind.
He lowered his viola, putting it back in its case before sitting beside her. He brought his hand to her cheek, turning her head so that she faced him before kissing her lovingly, "it was beautiful, there's no reason to blush."
She smiled weakly, "I didn't think you were listening."
"Apologies, I shan't listen next time," he half smiled, leaning back into the sofa and she leant back with him before smiling softly back, "You are, you know. My world, a world I never knew before you were here, a divine world."
"As you are mine," he mumbled.
"Then you are free to listen," she murmured in return, her breath caressing his cheek as she leant closer. He smiled, gently caressing her face with one hand, brushing his lips on hers once more, "I love you too, Lazarus Thorn," she whispered against his lips.
"Even through everything," he noted and she pulled back a little humming a confused, ‘hmm?' He shook his head, still smiling, "nothing. No sense in listening to a fool."
"You're my fool, of course I'd listen," she tried her best to keep her smile softly placed on her lips as he spoke but next he said nothing, simply kissing her again. She reluctantly dismissed it, leaning forward to kiss him a little deeper, "you listen to my foolish mutterings," she couldn't let go.
"They're not foolish though," he argued and she muttered an, ‘mmm...' as she didn't quite agree with them, then again, she hardly ever did. He laughed gently, slipping an arm around her waist as he hugged her close; she rested her head on his lap, curling up on the sofa as she rested her cheek on her arms. Smiling to himself, he kept his arm around her like that, sitting in content silence for a while before she broke it, but only in a whisper, "Here with you."