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[February 7] [Fushigiboshi no Futago Hime] Tears of Yesterday
Title: Tears of Yesterday
Day/Theme: February 7 - 7. cross my palm with silver, I cannot tell a lie
Series: Fushigiboshi no Futago Hime
Character/Pairing: Altessa x Bright
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All characters are related titles are copyrighted to BIRTHDAY, Hal Film Maker, TV Tokyo, etc.
Being a perfect princess meant an adequate taste of music and fine arts must be required. For a long time, Altessa had been forced to play a musical instrument, more specifically, the elegant piano. Every day, she sat on the dark, black bench with her hands perched onto the black-and-white keys, slipping them in riveting chords as she drummed a tune or two.
Altessa disliked the piano but often felt that if she didn't play it, her mother would be displeased with her. Hour after hour, she practiced various soongs over and over again, adjusting to each style and tempo as the keys rippled in a water-like sound. She played classics, she played jazz, she played whatever. Many of the servants said that Altessa's playing was wonderful, but Altessa really didn't think so.
As she was playing her most recent song (seemingly derived from the Moon Kingdom), her hands stumbled off into a shattered chord. Picking up her hands again, she knew this imperfection simply would not do for a perfect princess like her. She proceeded into letting her hands loose on their graceful dance across the keys, but ended up in the same intangible mistake. Altessa played the part again, slower and slower each time so she would get used to how the chord was supposed to be played. Instead of ending in a soothing ripple, her hands clumsily forced their way into a messed up chord.
How come she couldn't do it? Altessa grumbled in frustration, repeating the same suit she had been following for the last 15 minutes for the umpteenth time. Alas, once again, her hands failed to work their magic across the piano keys, never managing to smooth out the knot in her song. Her annoyance with this was too much for her to handle. Altessa resulted in angrily slamming her hands down upon the keys, growling.
"Altessa, what's the matter?" asked Bright, who happened to be passing by.
Altessa tried to explain, but the emotion was too puzzling to fathom; instead she mumbled out random ideas incoherently. "I just don't get this,"she sputtered, folding her arms across her chest.
Bright placed a hand on the shiny black shell of the piano. He solemnly stared at the structure and frame of the instrument, and then he turned to Altessa. "Do you not like piano?"
Altessa tried to be honest. "Well, I do,"she answered reluctantly, "but the thing is, um, I'd rather spend my time listening to you read instead of... you know..."
To her surprise, the prince did not seem disappointed in her, nor was he trying to encourage her to be more "perfect" by forcing a taste of art within her. Instead, he took a seat on the bench beside her, scrutinizing the piece in front of her. Bright smiled in his usual, lazy manner.
"Altessa, music is a way to universal communicate without words,"spoke up Bright, beginning another one of his philosophical lectures. "Some people don't speak the same language as we, and some do not even speak at all. Music is by all means a language anyone can understand because it is conveyed by emotions, not words. The concept of music is a way to show others how you're feeling without actually displaying emotions on your face."
Bright pointed at the composition paper in front of her. "Tell me, what is this song called?"
Altessa was inscrutable by what her brother was trying to point towards, but she read aloud the title anyway. "Cross My Palm With Silver, I Cannot Tell a Lie."
"And what does that mean?" Bright pressed.
"Well, I..." started Altessa, but faltered. "Does it mean that someone is being paid to tell the truth?"
Bright's smile widened. "You're getting there. Who gets paid to tell the truth?"
Altessa placed a finger on her chin and thought. "Traitors. Assassins. People who are bribed."
"Not just that,"added the caramel-haired boy, "but a fortune teller too."
"Ohhh, I get it!" cried the princess excitedly. "A fortune teller is often paid with valuables like silver, and then she tells the truth often by what she sees in the person! I understand now, Onii-sama!"
Bright laughed, clapping softly. "That's right, Altessa. Songs can tell stories, and you can tell the tale about this mysterious gypsy on the street with this song." He stole a glance at the sheet again. "On this part where you play slowly and softly, this describes the mystery of the fortune teller, and when you approach a crescendo, she starts telling the secret of the supposed future."
Altessa shook her head. "No. I don't want to play."
"Don't you want to share a story?"
"No,"repeated Altessa, standing up from the bench. "I'd rather share it my own way, without having to play this stupid thing. I don't care if Okaa-sama or Otou-sama get mad." She turned her nose up into the air for emphasis.
Bright shrugged and stood up as well. "I'm sure they'll accept whatever you believe in, Altessa, if that's what you want."
The princess stared back at her brother, and then at the piano. Bright had helped her understand music better, and maybe Camellia was onto something when she wanted Altessa to start studying art. Taking her seat again, she mumbled,"Maybe just this once I'll play. But only once for Onii-sama, and then I'm done for the day."
Altessa began playing the piano again, and surprisingly this time, she did not make as many mistakes as she had before.
Day/Theme: February 7 - 7. cross my palm with silver, I cannot tell a lie
Series: Fushigiboshi no Futago Hime
Character/Pairing: Altessa x Bright
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All characters are related titles are copyrighted to BIRTHDAY, Hal Film Maker, TV Tokyo, etc.
Being a perfect princess meant an adequate taste of music and fine arts must be required. For a long time, Altessa had been forced to play a musical instrument, more specifically, the elegant piano. Every day, she sat on the dark, black bench with her hands perched onto the black-and-white keys, slipping them in riveting chords as she drummed a tune or two.
Altessa disliked the piano but often felt that if she didn't play it, her mother would be displeased with her. Hour after hour, she practiced various soongs over and over again, adjusting to each style and tempo as the keys rippled in a water-like sound. She played classics, she played jazz, she played whatever. Many of the servants said that Altessa's playing was wonderful, but Altessa really didn't think so.
As she was playing her most recent song (seemingly derived from the Moon Kingdom), her hands stumbled off into a shattered chord. Picking up her hands again, she knew this imperfection simply would not do for a perfect princess like her. She proceeded into letting her hands loose on their graceful dance across the keys, but ended up in the same intangible mistake. Altessa played the part again, slower and slower each time so she would get used to how the chord was supposed to be played. Instead of ending in a soothing ripple, her hands clumsily forced their way into a messed up chord.
How come she couldn't do it? Altessa grumbled in frustration, repeating the same suit she had been following for the last 15 minutes for the umpteenth time. Alas, once again, her hands failed to work their magic across the piano keys, never managing to smooth out the knot in her song. Her annoyance with this was too much for her to handle. Altessa resulted in angrily slamming her hands down upon the keys, growling.
"Altessa, what's the matter?" asked Bright, who happened to be passing by.
Altessa tried to explain, but the emotion was too puzzling to fathom; instead she mumbled out random ideas incoherently. "I just don't get this,"she sputtered, folding her arms across her chest.
Bright placed a hand on the shiny black shell of the piano. He solemnly stared at the structure and frame of the instrument, and then he turned to Altessa. "Do you not like piano?"
Altessa tried to be honest. "Well, I do,"she answered reluctantly, "but the thing is, um, I'd rather spend my time listening to you read instead of... you know..."
To her surprise, the prince did not seem disappointed in her, nor was he trying to encourage her to be more "perfect" by forcing a taste of art within her. Instead, he took a seat on the bench beside her, scrutinizing the piece in front of her. Bright smiled in his usual, lazy manner.
"Altessa, music is a way to universal communicate without words,"spoke up Bright, beginning another one of his philosophical lectures. "Some people don't speak the same language as we, and some do not even speak at all. Music is by all means a language anyone can understand because it is conveyed by emotions, not words. The concept of music is a way to show others how you're feeling without actually displaying emotions on your face."
Bright pointed at the composition paper in front of her. "Tell me, what is this song called?"
Altessa was inscrutable by what her brother was trying to point towards, but she read aloud the title anyway. "Cross My Palm With Silver, I Cannot Tell a Lie."
"And what does that mean?" Bright pressed.
"Well, I..." started Altessa, but faltered. "Does it mean that someone is being paid to tell the truth?"
Bright's smile widened. "You're getting there. Who gets paid to tell the truth?"
Altessa placed a finger on her chin and thought. "Traitors. Assassins. People who are bribed."
"Not just that,"added the caramel-haired boy, "but a fortune teller too."
"Ohhh, I get it!" cried the princess excitedly. "A fortune teller is often paid with valuables like silver, and then she tells the truth often by what she sees in the person! I understand now, Onii-sama!"
Bright laughed, clapping softly. "That's right, Altessa. Songs can tell stories, and you can tell the tale about this mysterious gypsy on the street with this song." He stole a glance at the sheet again. "On this part where you play slowly and softly, this describes the mystery of the fortune teller, and when you approach a crescendo, she starts telling the secret of the supposed future."
Altessa shook her head. "No. I don't want to play."
"Don't you want to share a story?"
"No,"repeated Altessa, standing up from the bench. "I'd rather share it my own way, without having to play this stupid thing. I don't care if Okaa-sama or Otou-sama get mad." She turned her nose up into the air for emphasis.
Bright shrugged and stood up as well. "I'm sure they'll accept whatever you believe in, Altessa, if that's what you want."
The princess stared back at her brother, and then at the piano. Bright had helped her understand music better, and maybe Camellia was onto something when she wanted Altessa to start studying art. Taking her seat again, she mumbled,"Maybe just this once I'll play. But only once for Onii-sama, and then I'm done for the day."
Altessa began playing the piano again, and surprisingly this time, she did not make as many mistakes as she had before.