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[alas_alas]

Echo bounces into the bar, alternating between squeeing, and looking at the green ring on her left hand.

Watch out. She might glomp.

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean had been watching the rather cheerful girl for awhile. Exactly what he was thinking will remain hidden behind his dark eyes.

He slowly walked over to Echo. He paused briefly, and tilted his head studying her all the while. His voice was a cool, dry baritone.

"Would you like some music, my lady? Your behavior indicates that there might be occasion for it."

[alas_alas]

Echo spins around and grins at him.

"Sure! That would be wonderful!"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean follows her movements with a fair amount of disinterest.

He pulls his harp to the front of his body. He began to play a slow, sad ballad. It was a love song, just not a particularly happy one. Asmodean poured feeling into the harp, and it, in turn, poured out somber music.

[alas_alas]

Ember only does half a twirl before stopping and frowning at him.

"Why such sad music?"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean shrugged.

"It is what I play."

[alas_alas]

She continues to frown, then smiles brightly.

"Well, you should play happy music! Then everyone will be happy!"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean looked up at her with an expressionless gaze, then returned to playing the sad ballad.

[alas_alas]

Echo sighs, and peers at his harp.

"Can I see it?"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean glances down at his harp. Then looks up at the girl. Then down at his harp. He chewed his lower lip slightly.

"I suppose."

Asmodean handed over his harp. NO!

[alas_alas]

Smiling, Echo takes it. She gently runs her fingers over the strings, and pretty sounds come from the instrument.

"See? Pretty. Happy!"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean continued his standard expressionless fare.

"It was not lack of ability, but rather a lack of inspiration or desire."

[alas_alas]

She tilts her head, still running her hand along the strings.

"What will inspire you?"

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Asmodean thought about it. The thought some more.

"...I am not sure."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/]

Smeagol, on his way to the bar, stops to greet Echo.

"You look happy."

[alas_alas]

She grins at him.

"Because I am! I'm getting married!"

She shows him her ring.

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"Well, that's ni-"

And then he sees the ring.

He gulps. "Um. That's nice."

[alas_alas]

She peers at him, then looks down at her green ring, then back at him.

"Are you okay?"

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It's so beautiful. It's so shiny and pretty and green and, well, it would be nicer if it were gold, but it's still pretty.

He nods. There's sweat on his forehead.

"I . . . er . . . I like your . . ."

He would gesture at the ring, but he's gripping a table much too tightly.

[alas_alas]

She smiles brightly, looking at it herself.

"Thank you! It's used to be one of my beloved's scales. It's so pretty!"

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"Pretty. Yes."

The hand that isn't gripping the table twitches. He still hasn't stopped staring at the ring.

[alas_alas]

She doesn't notice that he's staring at it.

"I'm not sure, but I think Loki transformed it. But now I don't have to carry around that big scale anymore. I just have this!"

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Smeagol nods. And tries to say something. All that comes out is a sort of tormented squeak. The table may crack if this goes on.

"I have to go now," he says suddenly, and does not move except to twitch slightly in place.

[alas_alas]

She blinks at him.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look a little sick. Maybe you should go lie down?"

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"That's a very good idea," Smeagol agrees. "I should go lie down. Right this minute."

He doesn't move.

[alas_alas]

"Do you need help?"

She reaches toward him. With her left hand. Eep.