Forever Guilty

If I like your character I will probably mention them in other threads. #notsorry

Reblog this if you like my muse

Sam closed his eyes but kept a smile as the familiar feeling of his fingers running on the keys got him. “You’re just saying that because we’re playing together.” He joked opening his eyes to look at her.

Jordan shook her head and changed where her hands were on the keys. She spoke as a triplet came from the piano. "One thing about me, Samuel," she said looking over at him with a half of a smile. "I don't say anything I don't mean. Ever."

Samuel sat beside Jordan on the bench and hovered his fingers over the key before look at her and start to play some notes in a familiar melody.

Jordan pressed the keys and her food pressed on the petals while she played. The music filled the small foyer and the moon did well to light up the room though the windows. It was one of the most peaceful nights she had seen in a long time and she welcomed it. Time had won, but she didn't have to let that matter right now. She turned to look at Samuel while they played and smiled just a little. "You play well," she said with a nod. "Better than I anticipated."

Samuel followed her close and looked at the piano. “A few notes… Nothing extraordinary…” He said with a shrug. “It’s been a few months since I had the chance to play a piano…” He really missed the old piano on his parents’ house. And the one at Sophia’s house, the same he learn how to play.

Jordan moved over on the bench and pressed the middle C key. It filled the small room and a shiver went down her spine. "Come here," she said gesturing to the half of the bench that was not occupied. "Come make something new with me." Jordan loved the classical music, but it was the music she made she revered the most. 

"It’s good when we have a passion in live in which even after years, we still have it." He said with a calm smile. "Just if you’re having as well." He said simply as looked around the room. Fascinated by her decorations.

"I think I've had enough to drink this evening," she answered. Jordan didn't drink as much as she did before; it lost it's glory a long time ago. "This way." Jordan led him to a small room. The floor changed from a marble to one with an oak finish. She sat at a grand piano ad looked over her shoulder. "Do you know how to play?" she asked him, her hands hovering over the keys, not pressing them.

"I know. And I hope I’m doing my job well." He grinned and followed her. "But I’m actually intrigued about your musical skills. I’m particularly a fan of piano players."

"You should be intrigued by my musical skills," she teased when she turned to unlock to door. The key turned and she opened the door and stepped over the threshold. "I've had years of practice––It's one of the few things I've actually continued to work on." She lost her love of golf once, but never music. She turned on the light and the small entrance hall was illuminated. When he entered she shut the door. "Do you want anything? Something to drink?"

"Oh… I like to listen to the piano." Sam said getting up and walking with her. "I don’t mind it. Besides, the Lady in the cream dress got me for the night so… Even if I could pick, I’d still want to listen the Lady in the cream dress play the piano."

"I should be flattered," she said walking towards the house, a bit faster than she thought she would. When he stood she let go of his hand and turned to walk forward. "Except you're only supposed to please me for charity." She held the hem of her skirt and looked behind her before her athletic figure took off in a light jog towards the house. She reached the porch and stopped, turned, and watched him follow her towards the house.

Sam nodded and smirked. “The woman in the cream dress has spoken.” He said loud to no one and turned to face her, blue eyes bright with humor. “What the lady in the cream dress wants to talk then?”

Jordan reached up and took his hand from her shoulder, her fingers just sliding between his. "The Lady in the cream dress wants to play the piano," she said standing and tugging on his arm. "Unless you'd rather not come in the house of a stranger."

I am surprised she hasn't sassed with him yet either!!!

"It’s sad…" Sam said looking at the ground. He couldn’t see himself not seeing his family. Even though he had a complicated agenda, there was still time to talk on skype so the brothers always could keep up with their conversations and plans to hang out together as their agenda let them.

"I used to think so too," she said, but shook her head along with her words. "I used to think that it was something of a tragedy, but it's life. We cannot always get out way and Time has a way of showing that. I'm not bitter about it, I just understand that it's what life has given to my family." She honestly didn't know it there was still any family to see, but she didn't much like to think about it; it's not as if she would have family of her own at all. "Let's not be morbid. The woman in the cream dress didn't ask you to walk to speak of such silly things." She tried to sound more cheerful than she was, but that was something she was used to.