Yes, I like sex. There's simply a difference between sex I'm being forced to have on pain of - well - slightly more and somewhat worse torture than usual, and sex I'm having with someone I like, because I want to.
What would the point have been? We hunted, hurt, healed, and occasionally the chamberlain threw us a day-old newspaper so we'd know what was going on in the world. We couldn't give the impression that we were living in a hole in the ground.
You can come up to the gazebo any time you like. I'll try to keep some music on hand to listen to while we're there, or maybe Lestat can help play things on the piano. Have you met Lestat?
No, I would guess that, but... it's still personal.
Even if it was for public consumption, someone still had to write it. They had to find the notes somewhere in their mind or their dreams, feel the urge to etch it onto a tablet or write it out on a page or perform it, needed to share it with people. It was theirs, something no one else had made before, something that could only be made by them.
And the people who perform it, even if they didn't make it, they probably found something they liked in it. Something that spoke to them or something that made them happy or made them sad in a way that felt good and fulfilling. Something they wanted to share too, and no two performances are exactly alike.
From what I've learned, there's a lot of ways to make money and music definitely isn't the quickest or easiest or most reliable, [ Guess who took the eyes of a former composer? This eldritch god. ] so I'd guess there's usually more to it.
But it's probably somewhere between you and I, the ways we think about it.
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weird illithid type shit, probably.
he's not going to think about it.
he's definitely going to think about it.]Yes, I like sex. There's simply a difference between sex I'm being forced to have on pain of - well - slightly more and somewhat worse torture than usual, and sex I'm having with someone I like, because I want to.
[...It's like 13% this and 87% familarity.]
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What?
No.
Of course not.
What would the point have been? We hunted, hurt, healed, and occasionally the chamberlain threw us a day-old newspaper so we'd know what was going on in the world. We couldn't give the impression that we were living in a hole in the ground.
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So you like those things... but they're also the only things you were allowed to do.
Maybe we could start trying some other things together? To see if you like other things too?
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'Other things' like what?
[He knows many hobbies exist! they're just all weird and suspicious.]
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I work at the art gazebo so we have a bunch of them. You can try any of them to see if you like how they sound.
And there's lots of records and tapes and CDs in the library. I like trying new music. We could see what new things you might like.
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I've seen the other instruments, yes. It was complaining to Jedao about the absence of a lyre which triggered the request, I think.
Anyway, I...don't see the harm in looking.
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You can come up to the gazebo any time you like. I'll try to keep some music on hand to listen to while we're there, or maybe Lestat can help play things on the piano. Have you met Lestat?
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Yes - at that party of yours, actually. He was decent company.
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He works there with me. And he taught me how to play the violin.
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For any particular reason? It's a difficult instrument to learn. And sounds the most painful in the process.
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Hm. And were you able to? The duet, I mean.
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I could play it for you if you like. I won't say I'm the best or anything but... I think it expressed what I needed it to.
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And what was that?
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But it was a duet with a piece of music Arthur wrote. He gave me a recording of it for the winter holiday last year.
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It sounds rather personal to the two of you.
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...All the music I've ever heard or played was written for public consumption, ultimately, so perhaps I'm biased.
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Even if it was for public consumption, someone still had to write it. They had to find the notes somewhere in their mind or their dreams, feel the urge to etch it onto a tablet or write it out on a page or perform it, needed to share it with people. It was theirs, something no one else had made before, something that could only be made by them.
And the people who perform it, even if they didn't make it, they probably found something they liked in it. Something that spoke to them or something that made them happy or made them sad in a way that felt good and fulfilling. Something they wanted to share too, and no two performances are exactly alike.
Even if it's stupid or silly or shitty...
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In my experience, I'd guess that what most people feel when they play is 'I need to pay my rent and I'll get a few coins for this'.
But, I appreciate that it's not the only thing they feel. Or that everyone is so...mercenary.
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But it's probably somewhere between you and I, the ways we think about it.
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Probably.
Regardless. If you'd like to play this composition of yours, then I would like to hear it.
[He has absolutely no strong feelings either way, but he's already learned that 'I don't care' just prolongs the subject.]
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Thank you. In a couple of days, perhaps? After the dust has settled.
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