Music to My Ears [open]

[Jophiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style,border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px][bg=C5D9D4] AND LET ME BE YOUR LOVE. MAY I HOLD YOU AS YOU FALL TO SLEEP? AND WHEN THE WORLD IS CLOSING IN AND YOU CAN'T BREATHE, MAY I LOVE YOU, MAY I BE YOUR SHIELD? WHEN NO ONE CAN BE FOUND, MAY I LAY YOU DOWN? AND THERE YOU STAND OPENED HEART, OPENED DOOR, FULL OF LIFE WITH THE WORLD THAT'S WANTING MORE. BUT I CAN SEE WHEN THE LIGHT STARTS TO FADE. THE DAY HAS DIED AND YOUR SMILE HAS GONE AWAY. LET ME LET ME RAISE YOU UP ALL I WANT IS TO KEEP YOU SAFE FROM THE COLD, GIVE YOU ALL THAT YOUR Jophiel let out a light-hearted laugh at a joke produced by a classmate of his as he made his way through the crowded hallway. Passing periods were the most interesting parts of the day in the angel’s eyes. During them, he was able to scope out so many different kinds of a people. There was such a diverse collection of sounds, looks, and attitudes that melded together to make what Jophiel saw as a beautiful mosaic of the human existence. He’d always had a fondness for humans, for their individuality and spirit, and he was quite enamored with the thought of spending his time around them. However, despite his fascination with the race, there were times in which Jophiel longed for an escape from the hustle and bustle of school life. In those times, Jophiel would slip away from his persona as “Alexander Nichols” and let himself free as the angel he was. During these times, Jophiel would slip away to the music room, often left open during hours when the band wasn’t practicing, and he would allow himself to become lost in the instruments. As he slipped into the room that day, right as the fourth hour bell rang, Jophiel muddled over the idea of playing the trumpet. But upon his entrance into the room, Jophiel’s mind had completely forgotten the brass instrument and he instead became engrossed with another musical accompanier. The grand piano of the school was something to behold. It was a beautiful, dark color with smooth surfaces and the whitest of keys. It was always perfectly tuned and was a blessing to the blonde who was now moving towards it with a grin to disgrace the heavens brightening his features. ”Hello beautiful,” he said to the piano, running his fingers delicately across the keys. ”My, you are a gorgeous girl, aren’t you?” He mused like this for a good few minutes before seating himself on the bench before the piano. He then contemplated just what he was going to play. Were he to just start playing, he feared he would never find an appropriate tune to catch a hold of. Instead, he prompted for the solemn tune of Ave Maria, one of his personal favorites. Jophiel’s fingers graced the piano keys and with a smooth intake of breath, the angel began to play. His fingers masterfully tapped out the beautiful melody, his music filled with as much emotion as skill. Whilst playing, Jophiel became lost in the music, his eyes closing as he let the experience consume him. He began to hum along, creating an entire endeavor for this crescendo of talent. When finally the song came to an end, it felt as though Jophiel had been taken for a ride on a magic carpet, as though he had gone on some mystical adventure through time a space. It was like this whenever he played, though always with distinguishing factors that made one experience differ from the last. It was a brilliant feeling, that of playing, and when he had concluded his first song, Jophiel could do nothing but sit there for a moment and soak in the elegant peace that had overtaken him. Ah, what music to his ears. LET ME BE YOUR LOVE words

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[Michael]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i629.photobucket.com/albums/uu18/FFSkins/michaelbg.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] WORK FOR YOUR LIFE Michael was tired, to say the least. He felt dark bags under his liquid gold eyes, but he had taken the time to make sure the thick, beautiful silver hair he was so thankful for had been washed, and it was now draped over his shoulder. He had taken time to make sure he went through his morning routine, even though he only got an hour and a half of sleep from studying so much the night before. This always seemed to happen to him. He always studied until almost any answer could be rattled off fluidly following its question, but it came with the price of not even enough sleep to sustain his human form through an entire day. As much as he enjoyed living among the humans, he didn't care much that they had to sleep. He was used to gathering so much information in a day, but the eight hours required to keep the human body in full, working system definitely set him back. His next period was a study hall, and Michael knew that this would be a good time to catch up on some sleep. As much as he wanted to study more, he was sure that he would fall asleep with his face in the textbook once again. It was a common theme of his to wake up in the morning with a headache because of an impossible feat the night before, but when he went to class to take a test, he was always the first done and could take the rest of the time to nap or read one of his favorite books. These consisted of older books, though nothing to do with angelic or demonic creatures. He loved literature, but he didn't like how humans portrayed them, especially in newer books where angels and demons were a common theme. He realized his thoughts had drifted. He really needed to sleep. But where could he go? The library probably wasn't too great of a place to be because he would want to read that much more. Most of the classrooms were full. The theatre room was loud. Suddenly, a familiar warmth flooded over his body. Another angel was near, and through the beautiful music, he guessed that it was Jophiel. Smiling to himself, Michael followed the melody to the music room and opened the door just as it reached its end. He gave a light applause as he made his way in, then closed the door behind him. "Simply marvelous as always, Jophiel," he said, voice muddled with exhaustion. "How have you been, brother?" His footwork was light enough to have an appearance of gliding as he moved to take a seat in a red plastic chair. He gave a sigh of content. Even though it was plastic, it seemed awfully comfortable... Don't fall asleep, Michael, he thought to himself, but he could feel his heavy eyelids drooping wearily as he attempted to keep his lolling head up. It might have been better to continue standing, but he was already feeling the effects of the previous night's endeavors sinking into his psyche. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[Jophiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style,border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px][bg=C5D9D4] AND LET ME BE YOUR LOVE. MAY I HOLD YOU AS YOU FALL TO SLEEP? AND WHEN THE WORLD IS CLOSING IN AND YOU CAN'T BREATHE, MAY I LOVE YOU, MAY I BE YOUR SHIELD? WHEN NO ONE CAN BE FOUND, MAY I LAY YOU DOWN? AND THERE YOU STAND OPENED HEART, OPENED DOOR, FULL OF LIFE WITH THE WORLD THAT'S WANTING MORE. BUT I CAN SEE WHEN THE LIGHT STARTS TO FADE. THE DAY HAS DIED AND YOUR SMILE HAS GONE AWAY. LET ME LET ME RAISE YOU UP ALL I WANT IS TO KEEP YOU SAFE FROM THE COLD, GIVE YOU ALL THAT YOUR Jophiel has sense the other angelic presence as his song came to a conclusion. Glancing sidelong at his new companion, Jophiel’s grin spread across his features as he spotted the ashen-haired angel. Though perhaps it was wrong to feel such ways, Michael was one of Jophiel’s favorite fellow angels. Perhaps it was the extreme differences in their characters that entranced Jophiel and made him so attached to Michael; perhaps it was just his friendly disposition. Whatever the reason, Jophiel was glad to find Michael sitting with him in the music room at that time. ”Thank you,” Jophiel responded with a wide grin, running a hand through his golden locks as he turned so he was straddling the piano bench, facing Michael. ”I’ve been quite well,” he answered, his smile softening slightly as he noticed the tired expression his good friend bore. ”You’ve been staying up late again, haven’t you? You know you shouldn’t keep your nose tucked into those books for hours on end; you’ll end up keeling over in no time.” Jophiel laughed at his own words, but there was the hint of legitimate concern laced in his chipper tone. He really did often worry about Michael, as he did with anyone he cared deeply for. Normally, this excessive reading and learning wasn’t a problem for Michael, but in their human forms it was a tiresome act to remain as diligent to studying as Michael was. Though he often tried to brush off such things, Michael’s unease was easily noticed by the blonde. ”Why don’t you take a nap?” Jophiel questioned, perking up slightly as he spun back around and pressed his fingers to the keys. ”I’ll play you a tune while you sleep!” And to accompany his words, Jophiel began to play Moonlight Sonata, another favorite. The solemn tune floated around the room like a leaf in the wind. He didn’t play all of the song, and instead stopped after a moment and turned to grin hopefully at Michael. Always one for giving, Jophiel wouldn’t find it a nuisance at all to play his friend to sleep. Especially when he so desperately needed it. LET ME BE YOUR LOVE words

[/color] 365 tag[/color] Michael/open notes[/color] A little short this time, sorry!

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[Michael]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i629.photobucket.com/albums/uu18/FFSkins/michaelbg.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] WORK FOR YOUR LIFE His eyelids were heavy. So, so heavy and Jophiel's soft voice was already lulling him into a beautiful trance that could put him to sleep in a heartbeat, but through his own pure will, he was able to keep himself from dozing off and missing spending time with one of his closest friends. It made him glad to know that the other was fairing well, and a smile spread itself across his lips. He echoed the laugh of his friend and nodded his head. "I don't know, Jophiel. Books are amazing, after all. They're filled with the most interesting stories and information. Perhaps you should take some more time to read them, hmm?" Once he looked up at his friend once more, another chuckled escaped his chest. "I suppose that I'm in no shape to talk, though, huh? Who would want to read books and end up like this?" A nap did sound terrific at the moment, but still, studying as much as he did had its social drawbacks. In this human form, he realized that being social was a staple of their society, and Michael wanted to fit in as well as possible in order to get to know the beings better. Who else was better to talk to than this angel sitting in front of him who was able to calm even the most rampant spirit? At the mention of playing him to sleep, Michael suddenly shot up in his seat and began waving his hands frantically. "N-no, I'm fine, really!" As the music began playing, Michael could feel his strength being sapped once more. "I'd rather... spend some time with you..." he supposed his words weren't loud enough to be heard by the other, especially since it was punctuated by a rather loud yawn. He lazily wiped a tear that had formed in the nook of his eye, and his head began to bob again. It truly was difficult to stay awake when such beautiful, soothing music was being played. It relaxed him to the point where he would have conked out if the notes had continued, but once they faded and he felt Jophiel's eyes on him, Michael opened his own and glanced back at him. "You really should stop doing that, you know. You're too good in the arts. You should join a program here or something. They could use talent like yours." there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[Jophiel]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style,border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px][bg=C5D9D4] AND LET ME BE YOUR LOVE. MAY I HOLD YOU AS YOU FALL TO SLEEP? AND WHEN THE WORLD IS CLOSING IN AND YOU CAN'T BREATHE, MAY I LOVE YOU, MAY I BE YOUR SHIELD? WHEN NO ONE CAN BE FOUND, MAY I LAY YOU DOWN? AND THERE YOU STAND OPENED HEART, OPENED DOOR, FULL OF LIFE WITH THE WORLD THAT'S WANTING MORE. BUT I CAN SEE WHEN THE LIGHT STARTS TO FADE. THE DAY HAS DIED AND YOUR SMILE HAS GONE AWAY. LET ME LET ME RAISE YOU UP ALL I WANT IS TO KEEP YOU SAFE FROM THE COLD, GIVE YOU ALL THAT YOUR Jophiel had never been one for books. At least not as much as Michael. Jophiel enjoyed stories and beautiful poetry over non-fiction novels and other such boring materials. He could, of course, appreciate the talent instilled in the writings, but he just couldn’t find all that much interest in them. This was only supported by Michael’s current state of unrest do to his intensive reading. Jophiel himself had stayed awake far into the night to devote himself to a painting or a song he was creating, but he hypocritically scorned his friend. The blonde angel did indeed hear the soft words spoken by his sleepy friend, but he continued playing a little longer anyway. It was nice to know that Michael wanted to spend some time with him, a luxury that wasn’t always available in their current circumstance, but Jophiel would rather his friend be healthy and rested than devoted and courteous. By the time he had pulled his fingers from the black and white keys, however, Jophiel realized from Michael’s expression that his companion would fight his sleepiness to the very last moment. Shrugging this off, Jophiel instead began to focus on the conversation. ”Again, thank you,” Jophiel replied with a jovial laugh accompanying his words. He thought about Michael’s suggestion of joining a program, but shook his head in a negative response. ”I’m sure it would be fun,” he explained, ”but I’d feel a little unrighteous about the whole thing. Humans are such emotional creatures. My own abilities far exceed there’s and I could see such a prospect becoming an issue. I wouldn’t want to upset anyway, after all.” As he had been talking, Jophiel’s gaze and slunk over to the piano keys once more. He stared at them with such admiration, such affection, that it clearly showed his love for the beautiful sounds it produced. Though talented as well in art and acting, Jophiel’s true passion was music. Everything about it just made him more and more enamored. ”It’s a wonder, you know?” Jophiel spoke up, his gaze still caught on the keys. ”These humans have so much beauty at their disposal. They have all of Earth to explore and experience and instead they make up their youths in institutions like this where their experience is so halted. I mean, could you imagine how fantastic it would be if the students here could go out and just roam? See the true beauty of this world? A lot of them don’t notice it; don’t realize how lucky they are. They can’t hear every little beautiful sound or see every beautiful sight. It’s kind of sad, really. They have so much potential, and yet no way to show it.” Jophiel suddenly paused, blinking a few times in shock before flashing his friend cheesy grin and rubbing the back of his head embarrassedly. ”Sorry,” he apologized, ”I was rambling on, wasn’t I?” Sorry, don’t know what came over me.” It was often enough that Jophiel thought such thought-provoking thoughts, but it was extremely rare for him to voice them. Mostly, he mulled over the ideas in his head, letting his own inspiration be a guide to how he went about his day and his art. It was a tad embarrassing to have been caught musing on such topics as he did when completely relaxed with his art. LET ME BE YOUR LOVE words

[/color] 557 tag[/color] Michael/open notes[/color] N/A

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