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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max is doing the whole 'staring off into space' thing again. If you happen to be occupying said space, feel free to come tell her off for staring. Or just bother the X5 in general. She could probably use a distraction.

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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon is still thumbing through the musical instruments catalog.

He does nod a bit as he passes the place where Max is staring.

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

It takes a few seconds, but she does notice the movement, her gaze snapping into focus. "Oh. Hey. What're you reading?"

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Catalog."

He says with a wistful sigh,

"I wish I had room for a pipe organ."

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max blinks once. "Why?" She sounds honestly curious, not incredulous. "Do you collect different instruments?"

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"As many as I can."

He says as he reluctantly shuts the catalog,

"I love music."

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"Do you prefer to listen, or to play?" She tilts her head to one side, eyeing him curiously.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"To play, Lady."

There may be a faint laugh. There is a smile,

"One of my titles is Masterbard."

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max smiles faintly as well. "Ah, well, that makes sense, then. Which instruments do you play?"

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Harp, lyranthe, a bit of piano, flute, fife..."

And he keeps going for a while. Quite a while, really.

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

And yet Max remains attentive. It's a skill. "Impressive..." And again, she seems honest. "You must be a prodigy."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Something like that, Lady."

He leans against the back of a chair,

"Would you like me to sing for you?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"I would love to hear you sing." Another small smile. Despite having no real skill herself, Max loves music.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He thinks for a moment, then sings. Just in English, not Paravian,

"I burn with need to run
and yet I stay
Trapped between want and
need at the end of the day.
I ache for the touch of
the wind on my back
and I am trapped in the walls
of home.

I have dreams of a world
of passion
and I live a life full of
Rage.
In the heart of my motion
do you see the
secret stillness I crave?

And I scream to the sky
do not deny
me the silence
And I ache for the touch
of a safe embrace.

And I live each moment in passion
I exist in a world bright and new
And if you give me
a chance then
I will share it with
you."

The song is wistful, but strong. He knows what he wants, and he will put his wants aside (at least for now) in order to do what must be done. His voice, a baritone that is a nearly touchable rich, reaches out to wrap her up in his miniature world.

From the position of his body to the sin-and-chocolate of his voice, the song is one of barely leashed passion and desire for more than simple survival.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason, coffee, chair.

Much better.

"You ok in there?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Her gaze snaps towards him. Her expression is distinctly displeased. "Hello, Jason. I think you have some explaining to do..."

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He starts, surprised at this sudden change in temperment. He didn't sleep with anyone...

"What'd I do?"

now?

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max raises an eyebrow. "You can't guess?" And then, after a heartbeat's pause, "I spoke with Anita..."

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

His face screws up as he lets himself slump forcefully against his seat.
"Fuck!"

He stares at the table, growling silently to himself for several moments.
"So what, you're pissed at me now too?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"You could say that, yes. Mostly, I want to know what possessed you to do something so godawful stupid?" Well, at least she hasn't hit him. Yet.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He sighs and looks away.

"It's hard to explain,"
to you

He struggles with his thoughts for a moment.
"It's complicated. Just know I won't be going back for more, ok?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

She drums her fingertips lightly on the tabletop. "No...no, I don't really think that's okay."

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes up to meet hers, challenging.

"Well what would be ok?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"If you grew some goddamned sense," Max snaps. "Or at least explained what the hell was going through your head."

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

"What was going through my head," he snaps in return, "is something I highly doubt you'd understand. You don't have to explain everything you do to me, I think I deserve the same in return."

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"I," Max replies blandly, "have not yet attacked an extremely violent man who may well be indestructible for no apparent reason. If I did, you'd no doubt be asking what the hell I was thinking, and be well within your rights to do so."