A Heart for Music

[Neron]

Neron listened solemnly. What she had wisdom well beyond her years. It seemed like the both of them had grow up faster then others. That's what living on your own did to you, it killed your childhood and twisted it into a nightmare. Sometimes Neron had sat and wondered or dreamed about having a normal, quiet childhood, where innocence was rampant and love smothering. He had once had that, but that was so long ago, barely a glimmer in his life. Yet because he had that it made him long for it all the more.

"I cannot fight it, I no longer am the dragon I was, my life has a different fate now. Even if my parents could see me now, they wouldn't know me. It would break their hearts. Perhaps that is what hurts the most. Plus if this is this punishment, this regret, then I should drink every bitter burning drop of it for the rest of my life, I deserve it. I took an oath a long time ago and I will never be able to go back on it." A smirk crossed his mouth when it crossed hers. "Perhaps, though, that's no fun. Part of the fun is the fight." His eyes got a glimmer to them. "Now will you get out of my mind before I kick you out?"

[saerwen]

"Aye, this I understand. After my own deeds, I changed. But that is just part of growing, and learning I suppose. When you think about it, healing just exists, it never fully does its job. What a waste... belief in something that will never cure. That is when you have to realize that everyone else is just a tool, and you are the workman. When they serve no more purpose, then you just put them aside. At least that way you never get hurt..." Jaedon paused as she thought. "That is, unless yo are clumsy enough to bang your finger with one of those tools." She smiled as she thought of her joke. It was cruel, but she knew that if he got angry again, it was still in good fun for her, and at his cost.
Jaedon listened to him. "Fighting is fun until you get hurt." She spoke as though she loathed the thought." I prefer reasoning and appeasing to physically brawling." Her voice was dull, and she was very lethargic in her language, she wasn't trying to hide her loathing.
" I will get out of your head so long as you understand one thing. The next time that you get angry at me, getting me to watch some old memories won't be sufficient. I'll assault your will, and you will not be able to stop me, no matter how hard you might try." She lingered in his mind for a moment longer before crawling back out.
When she came out of her daze, here eyes were still a glaze over black, looking like oil. It would take a moment before the black began to fade. Her skin returned to its pale color, her cheeks slightly flushed. Black curls fell all around her face as she slowly stood and bent her back almost a perfect 180 degrees backwards in a search for her own comfort. She had sat in one position for too long, and now, it was time to loosen up. Her flexible back straightened as she regained her perfect posture. She turned to the shelves along the wall as oposed to the window which had bright sunlight shining through. She muttered to herself as she did, "Stupid sunlight... Bane of all nocturnal animals..."

[Neron]

Neron glared at her before she left his mind, "That was not needed Miss." As soon as her presence left his mind he stirred slightly. His hair still hung over his eyes for a moment, before he lifted his head. "Fighting is most enjoyable, and it is not always in the way of physical harm, you prefer the fighting of words and mind to the fighting of physical power. Getting hurt just is a part of life, if you try to keep from getting hurt you never will succeed."

Lifting his hand to run his fingers through his hair he let out a sigh of exhaustion. "Ayiee, I'm to tired to mess with you.. I better leave now before you and your sensitive spirit gets hurt. After all that light seems to be bothering your poor little eyes, poor baby." With a smirk he snatched his violin and left the room without letting her reply. Though he did manage to make it out of the room, he did trip a time or two.

THE END