Hey, Pumpkin {SEASONAL EVENT}

'I know.' Ashe wrinkled her nose and scoffed, but he quickly joined their lips again before she could react further. She sighed and smiled against his lips, and she tilted her head at his words when he pulled away. "What are you getting at silver?" She moved her hand again, and it was hard to believe she was even wearing a prosthetic for how effortlessly it moved. She smoothly followed after him on silent feet, out of the kitchen and into the sitting room. Pale gold spilled from the windows and to the floor, and the silence that blanketed everything felt easy between them - silence only punctuated by the soft chatter of a small voice from the other room. Ashe's feet were light, walking on the balls on her toes. She was reluctant to disturb the stillness of the room, unsure of where she belonged here. It was with a glance at Kalt as he moved towards something large and shrouded that she made herself take a slow breath. She furrowed her brow at his grin, and then with a sharp snap of that fabric and the billow of it into the air, Ashe beheld what lay beneath... and everything in her head went utterly silent.    The pianoforte gleamed where the sunlight hit it, sleek and black, and so out of place in the world of ruin and despair. Gold accents flared against the glossy dark of the wood, and ivory keys lay stark beneath the fall board. Ashe couldn't move at first, her chest tightening painfully. She had learned to play the piano as a part of her tutoring in the Guild, had mastered it in her time in the south. But...    The assassin moved warily towards the instrument as though it might swallow her whole, wide eyes flickering across it. She glanced up at Kalt as she reached it, brushing her hand over the smooth surface of the fallboard, drifting up to its frame. "You built this," she said quietly. It didn't seem to entirely register. When was the last time she'd even heard the notes of a pianoforte? Not since... not since she had last played. She looked back at the keys, and her fingers drifted towards them. And that had been - Her hand froze before it touched the gleaming ivory. She hadn't played since Jasper's funeral. Ashe pulled her lower lip into her teeth, as she looked at the piano with something that might have been longing. Was this why Kalt had changed her finger? She had been afraid to try and play again without her pinky even if she had had access to one. "It's beautiful," she said roughly. Even the bench was elegant and lavish - a taste shared by the Assassin in Blur and Silver Wing. Her fingers curled back from where the hovered over the keys, and she looked up at Kalt and a smile ghosted over her lips. "I haven't even seen one in a year at least.." ashe When all the days go by in the firelight We'll never fade out in the night