Closed The Wrong Light

[Sunday Weeks]

Sunday made sure to keep daily walks as a part of her routine- she didn't like exerting too much effort, but this was a nice compromise. A way to keep herself in shape without getting gross about it. That, and her yoga in the mornings. She was on another walk now, just casually strolling about, when a sound drifted to her. She paused. Piano music, and rather pretty music at that. She shifted course- heading for the arts room instead of going out to the gardens. She hovered outside of the door for a little bit, just being drawn in further and further by the music. It was so wonderfully sweet. Soon, she just knew she needed to see who was playing it. She stepped into the room, stopping short. Cyrus...? Sunday stared for a moment, shocked, a light blush dusting her cheeks. She'd never seen Cyrus like this before. Sunday shook herself mentally and stepped forward, feeling weirdly breathless. "Cyrus? I didn't know you played," She offered, moving to stand near him at the piano.

 

[Cyrus Thorne]

Cyrus had phases where he barely felt the urge to play piano and keep practicing, but he also had phases where he wanted to do little else. That was happening now, as he had spent most of his free time lately practicing a new piece he couldn't quite master. He was close, but something about the timing kept throwing him off. He took a deep breath, then tried his best to focus on the song, his fingers moving over the keys in a familiar rhythm. He was so focused, that he paid no attention to his surroundings. His fingers faltered when he was startled by a sudden voice. Pulled out of the moment, he looked up distractedly. "Oh, hey Sunday." He said, blinking.

 

[Sunday Weeks]

Sunday rolled her eyes, maybe overacting a little in her attempt to be casual. She hauled herself up to sit on the edge of the closed top, crossing her ankles. "Play that song again, that was a really pretty song. I don't think I've heard it before- did you write it?" She asked, looking down at him. Something in this room gave him a new... light, almost, a glow maybe. She couldn't quite think of what it was exactly that was different. She looked away, studying the room. Maybe she needed to come here more often.

 

[Cyrus Thorne]

Cyrus watched as Sunday sat down on the piano, wondering if that was against some sort of rule of the arts room. But it seemed sturdy enough, and Cyrus decided he wasn't going to be a stick in the mud about it. He shook his head. "I didn't write it, I'm trying to learn how to play it," he told her, gesturing to the sheet music in front of him. "It's a tricky piece," he explained. "but I can try it again." It was a little different to play with an audience, but maybe it would help. He took a deep breath, then started playing again. Trying his best to focus on the movements of his fingers and the music.

 

[Sunday Weeks]

Sunday didn't say anything, instead just watching him and listening to him try the piece over again. She wasn't sure how she felt about this side of Cyrus- she knew he was romantic to a fault, and silly, and really rather awkward. But watching him now... there was something new. She wasn't sure what it was. She waited until he'd made it through the piece again, thinking it sounded better than the time before. "You're actually pretty good," She complimented him with a carefully easy smile. "How long have you been playing piano?"