CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE / human au

[Keona.]

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Music.  Everyone in her family knew a little music.  Even her younger cousin tittered out tunes on the beginner's children instruments.  An expectation? Perhaps.  Or a shared love of the sound.  Even with useless eyes, Keona handled a few herself.  Experimentation at first.  Low expectations.  She could not read sheet music or see the notes.  Only feel and hear them.  Viola and ukulele came first, with great practice.  Fingers dancing on strings.  A fondness for orchestral sound especially in one.  Warmth for the feeling of her late mother's chosen instrument in the other.

With bare feet buried in sand, she practiced her music for the sea.  She let the rush of waves join in the symphony.  More pleasing than fiddling in her room.  Notes floated into her ear from not far.  Voices overlap.  Song.  Talking.  With red curls bouncing around her shoulders, freckled, mocha arms raise a bow, testing.  Curious.  Chin resting gently down. 

She echoed the song, chords to notes, humming under her breath.  Easy with such a familiar tune.  She let the notes fly away, content to repeat and settle in the quiet after, aware of the near voices.

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