Sawin' on a Fiddle and Playin' it Hot {Belgium}

[soraeya]

It was Saturday and it was a hot one outside. While most of the students were outside having fun, at the beach, or doing who knows what other, stupid shenanigans, Lukas of Norway was inside. He hated the heat, almost couldn’t stand it so on days like these he didn’t’ even go outside to catch up or surpass his homework, read, or to do what he was currently doing. The room in which he was in was the music classroom. Usually it was closed on weekends but Lukas had gained special access so he could work on his composition and technique and his music teacher was more than thrilled to oblige his request. Currently he was indulging in one of his utmost passions, the fiddle and was filling the room with his feverous melody of a quick tempo tune, one meant for dancing and held Irish origins.

Since eight o’clock in the morning he had been playing, and it was now almost noon. True he had taken a few breaks to eat and stare outside, but more or less he was focused on his instrument and the piece of music he had been writing for a few months now, his first original piece of sheet music. For the time being, he was playing something he knew by heart while also firing in his own flare into the music at the same time. As intent as he was with his playing, sweat had actually begun to form on the side of his cheek and his eyes held a brightness and depth far beyond what the norm called for. He was no longer at school. He was on far away upon one of Norway’s majestic and infamous fjords, or on the deck of his boat upon the North Sea, he was anywhere in Norway and not in this stupid school in the tropics. Lukas was playing so fast that when he pulled his bow over the strong for the finale, he dropped his arms to his sides and took a few deep breaths; his heart beat fast like he had been running.

Letting his head falls back, eyes closed, he allowed for his high to die down, his expression once more sculpting into his usual mask of indifference. Damn he was getting great at the fiddle.

[wiselolita7]

Word Count: 689
Tags: Lukas
Notes: Thanks~

"A lost one's musings."

It was a Saturday where the heat beckoned students onto the white-sand beaches and the rip-off beach food. A typical Saturday, really, where anyone could just be lazy, not having to worry about having to cram aimless, useless information in your head, that's reserved for Sunday nights, and just not having to worry about how well you'll spar in the dojo. No need to worry about falling asleep in class and accidentally setting off some random illusion from dreams (she's been trying to control that, and the output of subconscious illusions have been less as of recently due to stress, but dreams during class are just something she succumbs to naturally, like any student), no need to worry about the stresses of a student life and discipline. Just time to relax and enjoy the day. And the heat wasn't exactly helping.

It wasn't that she hated the heat, she actually enjoyed it, but coming from the Low Countries, it isn't something she is accustomed to. It was tiring to have to keep up with all the frivolous things that a girl had to listen to with a group of friends, it was tiring having to deal with siblings. Contrary to belief, she preferred her peace and quiet. It gives her time to think... and with all the noise, she doesn't have the ability to make her own noise. So this was her chance.

She had grabbed her trusty saxophone, a shiny Selmer Soprano Sax, and had decided to sneak into the music classroom, since the sound of saxophone on the outside wasn't . It wasn't a widely known fact that she happened to be quite the saxophone player, given that she wasn't the kind of person who would commit to a group and show off her skills. She felt as if the saxophone flowed more naturally as a lone instrument. It was more... jazzy, less restrained.

As she was going around the corner, being as stealthy as she could, disguising her saxophone as a long hoagie in case a faculty member or some rule-oriented stiff were to catch her in the act of entering the music classroom, she was surprised to find that the door was already unlocked. Which meant someone was probably in there. That was a surprise. This place was supposed to be closed.

But it wasn't. It felt... different. The sweet sound of a violin echoed throughout the enclosed musical space. The music was mesmerizing, filled with a sort of yearning... Like the yearning of the sea as it crashes onto the shore and pulls back, to crash into it again, but never to stay... It was rhythmic and constant, it was beautiful. It flowed like the sea, and it was natural. She closed her eyes, already imagining the sands of the sea. Not the obnoxious loudness of the white-sand beaches of this tropical island, but... it was a sand that reflected the gloomy painted skies of Europe. The sea wasn't the sparkling aquamarine of the island, the music made it feel as if there were crashing waves and soothing wind, a slight cold chill, but not nipping. Soothing. A cold Northern European beach. Almost seeming like the coast of Belgium in her mind's eye or just... something of that sort. She didn't need to hear the crashing of the waves or the squaking of sea gulls... the music made her hear the scene. As if she were some freak with synthesia, the sound was grey and blue, white and dark green. It felt like yearning. It tasted like salt. It smelt of it too.

The music fades, and the Belgian opens her eyes, realizing she had recreated what she saw. It wasn't exactly the music classroom that she had seen earlier, but the beach itself. The soprano-sax-as-hoagie still sat in her lap as she saw the source of the sound composing himself.

If only the illusion was reality, and that there was no need to go back. If only the hoagie was not a soprano saxophone, and the sea was not a carpeted floor. But the music was real. And the feelings in it were real.

By Captain of BTN and OTE | FOR ASUNARA'S USE ONLY

[soraeya]

Once he started playing again, Lukas again lost himself completely to his melody and the sounds and rhythms he created, smoother and gentler this time, which lulled him into a state of tranquility. Each stroke was delicate, precise, and long, filing the room with the sweet hum of his music and soon, Lukas’’ eyes closed and as the music filled him and took over. He didn’t know how long he was so preoccupied with what he was doing that when he finally opened his eyes, there was no reaction to what he saw. Slight gray skies over a churning, blue ocean with picturesque, Scandinavian-like landscape, Lukas thought at first he was still dreaming, that he was so immersed into his melody that he had opened his eyes in his head to gaze upon the Northern land he had left behind for this godforsaken school.

Then, he blinked and it was still there. He could see the ocean’s waves; smell the salt in the air…. Or at least he thought he did. The Norwegian didn’t know what to think. His mouth fell slightly open and his bow fell across one final time before he dropped his arms to gaze upon the scene. However, the longer he looked, the more inconsistencies and irregularities began to come clear. He had been in a classroom, so where the hell was he now? Taking an unsteady step back, still unable to stop himself from looking around because, well it did look a lot like what he had gazed for hundreds of hours at of his life back in Norway. Blinking a few times before setting his mouth in a hard line, he continued to make a small circle, his eyes scouring every rock, drift of sand, and cloud before he saw her. Instantly he froze, holding his breath, before he saw her move and realized that, well she may be real.

She was, to put it into a word, put he supposed and was holding a large submarine sandwich and, this did nothing make him more confused. Glancing around the former room now beach, he raised a brow at her. Was she… behind this? Did she, somehow transport him off the island to wherever he was now? He swallowed, growing increasing unsure. Hesitantly he raised his hand still holding his bow, and steadily pointed a finger at her.

“Are you…. Did you do this?”