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beckyh2112) wrote2006-12-23 06:27 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2006-12-23 06:27 pm
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Advent #23: Wop Jamboree
Title: Wop Jamboree
Fandom: Original
Characters: Rachel, Janael
Classification: Gen
Rating: G
Author's Note: This comes shortly after Falling Star.
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Rachel pushed open her bedroom door with her shoulder, her arms full of clean, warm clothes fresh from the dryer. "Okay, I want you try to these jeans on and see if they fit. I'm afraid I don't have any boxers your size, but Thomas left his pants-"
"Thomas the Doubter?"
She looked in puzzlement at the black-haired man perching at her desk, stark naked. The name tickled at her mind, but his voice did worse things to her. It reached down into her brain to the part of her that knew to avoid certain kinds of guys and said 'I am worse than all of those you have ever feared'. On the other hand, she had a few things he didn't have. Clothes, for one.
"No, I don't think so," she finally answered and tossed a pair of jeans at him.
He caught the pants before they hit his face, then stood up to pull them on. He didn't seem to have any problem with her frank eyeing of his goods, then again, he really didn't seem to notice. Either he was really secure in his sexuality, or... Well, Rachel wasn't sure what the or was.
"What is that?" He pointed at the violin case stuck in the corner next to her dresser.
"My violin. Man, I haven't played that in years..."
"That is a musical instrument?"
"Yeah..." He was so weird. He hadn't even answered her when she'd asked for his name, just grudgingly followed her home. He made the dog nervous, but it was the growly 'I guard this area!' sort of nervous rather than the 'I wanna hide till you go away' nervous that he sometimes got like.
The man picked up the case and opened it up on her bed, then plucked a few strings on the old violin. "It's out of tune."
"Probably."
He glanced up at her, strange yellow eyes almost glaring. Then he turned back to the violin, tuning it by ear, before sticking it under his chin. He didn't bother to rosin the bow, just laid it against the strings and began to play.
Rachel had been a decent violin-player when she gave it up to concentrate on having a life. She'd gone to concerts where she'd heard really excellent violin players.
None of them had ever sounded quite like this. It uplifted and tugged at her heart and soul, drawing her up and off her seat on the edge of her bed, heart soaring up and up. Golden notes full of promise glimmered in her mind, the sound treasured but the exact sound fleeing from her head the moment it ceased. Lower notes intruded, brass and bronze, and then the tempo changed, and she whirled away into a dance to call down the homecoming fires.
Wop jamboree, wop jamboree...
End
(Today's situation inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sapphirebreeze and lunatron. To suggest tomorrow's flashfic, comment on this entry.)
Music: Wop Jamboree, Heather Alexander
Fandom: Original
Characters: Rachel, Janael
Classification: Gen
Rating: G
Author's Note: This comes shortly after Falling Star.
---
Rachel pushed open her bedroom door with her shoulder, her arms full of clean, warm clothes fresh from the dryer. "Okay, I want you try to these jeans on and see if they fit. I'm afraid I don't have any boxers your size, but Thomas left his pants-"
"Thomas the Doubter?"
She looked in puzzlement at the black-haired man perching at her desk, stark naked. The name tickled at her mind, but his voice did worse things to her. It reached down into her brain to the part of her that knew to avoid certain kinds of guys and said 'I am worse than all of those you have ever feared'. On the other hand, she had a few things he didn't have. Clothes, for one.
"No, I don't think so," she finally answered and tossed a pair of jeans at him.
He caught the pants before they hit his face, then stood up to pull them on. He didn't seem to have any problem with her frank eyeing of his goods, then again, he really didn't seem to notice. Either he was really secure in his sexuality, or... Well, Rachel wasn't sure what the or was.
"What is that?" He pointed at the violin case stuck in the corner next to her dresser.
"My violin. Man, I haven't played that in years..."
"That is a musical instrument?"
"Yeah..." He was so weird. He hadn't even answered her when she'd asked for his name, just grudgingly followed her home. He made the dog nervous, but it was the growly 'I guard this area!' sort of nervous rather than the 'I wanna hide till you go away' nervous that he sometimes got like.
The man picked up the case and opened it up on her bed, then plucked a few strings on the old violin. "It's out of tune."
"Probably."
He glanced up at her, strange yellow eyes almost glaring. Then he turned back to the violin, tuning it by ear, before sticking it under his chin. He didn't bother to rosin the bow, just laid it against the strings and began to play.
Rachel had been a decent violin-player when she gave it up to concentrate on having a life. She'd gone to concerts where she'd heard really excellent violin players.
None of them had ever sounded quite like this. It uplifted and tugged at her heart and soul, drawing her up and off her seat on the edge of her bed, heart soaring up and up. Golden notes full of promise glimmered in her mind, the sound treasured but the exact sound fleeing from her head the moment it ceased. Lower notes intruded, brass and bronze, and then the tempo changed, and she whirled away into a dance to call down the homecoming fires.
Wop jamboree, wop jamboree...
End
(Today's situation inspired by
sapphirebreeze and lunatron. To suggest tomorrow's flashfic, comment on this entry.)Music: Wop Jamboree, Heather Alexander
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