Skye Academy

Estelle nodded, playing a little more on the piano, letting the music almost speak for her. With the way she played, it was as though she held on to all of her emotions throughout the day, then let them out on the keys.

((Didn't she say Abraxa's sarcasm made her want to "Fuck his brains out"? I would love to hear that on the piano xD ))
Abraxas smiled, listening.

((I may grant your wish.))
Estelle looked up at Abraxas, her music becoming more angry-sounding, though it was more rhythmic and melodic. Like sex music on a piano.

((xD))
Abraxas smiled. "Hah, wow. I don't know what you're playing, but it sounds hardcore."

"Thank you." She said simply, the music flowing back into a more harmonic piece, though it was still sort of angry-sounding.

Abraxas stood in the doorway, just listening.

The music stopped on a high point, as though there was more to be said, but it was rather suddenly and violently silenced. Estelle looked up at him, "Did you just come in here to listen to my playing?"

"Pretty much. Is there something you'd rather be doing?"

"No. I'm just not used to playing for anyone but myself." she said candidly.

((Definition of "Candid" please. I forgot. ._.' ))
He smiled. "Well you play very nicely."

((can⋅did
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–adjective
1. frank; outspoken; open and sincere: a candid critic.
2. free from reservation, disguise, or subterfuge; straightforward: a candid opinion.
3. informal; unposed: a candid photo.
4. honest; impartial: a candid mind.
5. Archaic. white.
6. Archaic. clear; pure.
–noun
7. an unposed photograph.))

Estelle nodded, "Thank you." she spoke softly, again retreating into the emotionless mask that she seemed to wear.

((Overachiever much? xD ))
Abraxas frowned. "What would happen if I... offered you fifty bucks, to go one hour acting as you would if you weren't raised like a robot?"

"What do you mean?" Estelle asked.

((It's my thing. Dictionary.com ))

((Ah.))
"Acting on impulse. If you get pissed, you yell, if you get sad, you cry, etc.." He said.

"Why do you want me to do that?" Estelle asked.

"Because you act like a freaking statue!"

A brief moment of hurt crossed her face as Estelle looked to the piano for a moment. She remained seated, "I didn't know it bothered you so much."

"It doesn't it's just... unnerving. And odd. I can't tell if I'm pissing you off, getting you excited, or making you sad." He said.

Estelle stood up, "I can try, but I don't know how well I'll do. This is what I've been doing for my whole life. I don't know anything else. And either way, you can keep your money."

"Well thanks, then. But what's the worst that could happen?"

"I might end up hurt again." She spoke honestly, her voice cracking.

"Ah. Well... won't it just be worse if you keep it bottled up?"

"If no one knows how I'm feeling, they can't use it against me." Estelle said simply.

Jason yawned as did Angel. they were currently still waiting outside of Aryst's door.

Ayrst came out a few seconds later, almost tripping over them, "Oops! I didn't expect you to wait on me." she smiled.