Safrin
She appears like moonlight on the water; soft, gradual, mystical. In her hands is a violin created from a deep violet wood that looks nearly black in the softness of twilight. Her fingers manipulate a bow upon its strings, expertly adding to the sorrowful melody that Finn's own hands produce. Her notes slip seamlessly and delicately between his at first, like fingers fitting into another's for the first time. Soon though she plays as an equal.
Should Finn open his eyes at any point, he will find that Safrin's eyes are closed, her body turned slightly away from him as if she is reluctant and shy to play with him at all. She rocks back and forth with the notes they play, sometimes in tandem, sometimes in harmony, and sometimes in an exquisite dissonance that releases itself with all the relief and pleasure of an orgasm. Unlike the lavish gowns she wears for others—the lace or leather—tonight she is dressed in a muted stone-lavender, the contours of her body mostly hidden beneath the cloth, though her shoulders are bare. It is warm out, after all.
At her side silently sits a barn owl, far larger than its naturally occurring kin. With eyes as black as pitch, it watches Finn with a soft predatory interest. If it takes any interest at all in the rise and fall of the melody it gives absolutely no sign.
Should Finn open his eyes at any point, he will find that Safrin's eyes are closed, her body turned slightly away from him as if she is reluctant and shy to play with him at all. She rocks back and forth with the notes they play, sometimes in tandem, sometimes in harmony, and sometimes in an exquisite dissonance that releases itself with all the relief and pleasure of an orgasm. Unlike the lavish gowns she wears for others—the lace or leather—tonight she is dressed in a muted stone-lavender, the contours of her body mostly hidden beneath the cloth, though her shoulders are bare. It is warm out, after all.
At her side silently sits a barn owl, far larger than its naturally occurring kin. With eyes as black as pitch, it watches Finn with a soft predatory interest. If it takes any interest at all in the rise and fall of the melody it gives absolutely no sign.
