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[her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com]

Well, it has been a lovely few hours days weeks undisclosed amount of time few hours of reading, but Hermione is hungry. She orders chicken salad from the bar and looks around for someone interesting to talk to.

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean shook his head.

"It is no matter. I do not charge for performances. Music is a way for me to express my emotions and to touch the lives of others."

[her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com]

"Are all of them sad?"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean paused.

"Music must come from within. I play what I feel."

[her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com]

"What happened to make you so sad?"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean gave a long sigh.

"Do you actually want to know? I can assure you that you will be happier in your ignorance."

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"If you'd rather not tell me, you don't have to. But if you would, I'll listen."

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Asmodean shrugged.

"It is perhaps best that you hear it from me, than from someone else. Since I am over three hundred and fifty years old, I will give you a taste of some of the tragedy that happened to me. The full story would take far too long."

He gave a long sigh.

"When I was very young, my fiance, the only person who ever loved me, died in a tragic accident in an age where death from anything aside from old age was almost unheard of. She died in my arms, despite all my powers, I could not do anything."

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"That's horrible," Hermione says sympathetically. "I'm sorry. You must have loved her very much."

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean gave a long sigh.

"You listened to the piece I wrote about her death. You tell me."

[her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com]

"Would you like to tell me about her?"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean paused and thought.

"You know, it has been over three hundred years since she died... Mother hated her, and the way mother treated her was one of the reasons I ended up killing mother, but... It has been a very long time since I said much about her."

He paused. His voice was quite casual despite the dreary and chilling subject matter.

[her-my-own-knee.livejournal.com]

Hermione makes a mental note to read Jasin's canon as soon as possible.

"They say remembering sometimes helps."

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

He let out a long sigh. Hermione would not find it in his canon because he is a very minor character and most of his demented backstory is his mun's creation. Except for the murdering his mother business.

"It has been so long... Well, she was fairly short, quite ordinary, with red hair and freckles. She had absolutely no ear for music. That was probably why I liked her. I was a child prodigy, and she could not tell nor did she care. We grew up together, fell in love, and then she died."

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"I'm very sorry," Hermione says sympathetically. "If you ever need to talk to someone, I'm rather stuck here."

She pushes her empty chicken salad bowl away. "I think I should go find my friend Ron and see if he's gotten into trouble yet. He usually has. It was nice to meet you, Jasin."

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean has met Ron with less than desirable results.

"He has the tendency to do that."

He paused.

"It was good to meet you, Lady Hermione."