Fumiko didn't even notice how Airlia dodged the question of her brother as she was too busy fighting the urge to cover her beet-red face. When was the last time someone suggested that? The last time she did it was with her previous friends when they were upset.
After what happened with them, Fumiko decided hugs were an undervalued action that only should happen with the person you truly love, platonic or not.
Seeing Airlia even suggest such a thing made her even more flustered than before, no acting involved. And ' next time '? Is there going to be a next time?
She felt scared.
Images of her friends doing ... what they did... flashed in her mind and she felt her heart tighten. She had to remind herself Airlia wasn't like them. Though they have shown similar warmth, surely Fumiko could notice the signs better now..now that she knows them.
' Will you really? Or will you be once again blinded by the warmth they give? '
She ignored the dark thought and focused on Airlia's question about her aunt. Her mood depleted a bit as she wondered what her aunt was actually doing now.
Drinking French wine with her annoying rich ' girlfriends ' as they celebrated the day Fumiko was finally gone and cheered to the peaceful months that would come to them she guessed.
Fumiko didn't even know what she did to make her aunt and her friends treat her like a chewed out toy. She made sure her personality matches theirs when Fumiko was around them, though she can confirm it made herlife easier, it didn't work completely
She was too tired of acting like the personality they wanted so she left it like that, thinking it wasn't going to change and the reason for their dislike was something Fumiko's 11 year old mind could not understand it.
She gave Airlia a smile and folded her hands together behind her back. " She gives me a comforting life " she admitted " But I rather not talk about her " the way her smile contradicts with the words she just said might be a bit scary to see but she didn't care.
She came to the conclusion that Airlia was someone Fumiko couldn't lie to as much anymore. She wishes Airlia was meaner, that way maybe she wouldn't have to feel as guilty when she acted around her. Now that that wasn't the case, Fumiko could do nothing about it except hope Airlia would accept her flowers in the future.
Wanting to continue conversing with Airlia, Fumiko's eyes landed on the notepad Airlia threw on her trunk and her eyes widened as curiosity grew in her eyes.
Genuinely excited, she sat down on Airlia's side of the compartment and looked over the notepad, where a nice unfinished sketch of someones braided hair was drawn. Fumiko was too enthusiastic about finding out Airlia can draw to notice the draft was actually her hair.
" You can draw ?!" Fumiko energetically asked. Not even waiting for Airlia to speak, " It's so pretty! Why didn't you finish it? Oh, I just adore people who're interested in any kind of art! I think there's something beautiful about people who express themselves in this kind of form..."
Even if Airlia was simply drawing someone's hair, Fumiko still thought it was nice to see her put her ideas on a notepad. " I always wanted to draw...but my aunt says I should focus on my violin lessons first " A light bulb sparked in her head.
" Hey, do you want to hear me play it? " once again, she didn't even wait for Airlia's answer as she basically zoomed to her trunk on her side of the compartment. She was just too eager to share her interest with the girl.
But for a moment she stopped trying to open her trunk.
What is Airlia hates it? What if she didn't play it well? She showed her previous friends before and they discouraged her greatly. Saying Fumiko didn't play well and the song she played was just plain boring.
Airlia...is not the same as Fumiko's previous friends.
She assured herself as she opened her trunk. The contents weren't a lot. Just a bunch of extra clothes, the items she was required to bring, a book in case magic books got too boring and sat on top of all that is a small violin case.
She opened the case and revealed a frequently polished wooden violin. The violin couldn't be the best quality since it's still considered a 'kid' violin, but her aunt made the butler find one with the highest quality.
The butler knows Fumiko better than her aunt so he secretly bought a regular one, which pleased her greatly. She would be too scared to use it if it were ' the highest quality '.
Bless the butler, Fumiko misses him greatly. She named this violin after him, which was ' Florence '.
She took out Florence from his case and turned around to face Airlia.
" I.. might screw up a bit because well...we're on a moving train..but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway! "
She couldn't sit down, it can't be helped. She feels uncomfortable when she played sitting down. Taking a deep breath, she placed the violin on her shoulder and rested her chin at the edge of it like she had done it a million times.
Then she started to play
What compelled her to show Airlia such a sad tune confused her. Perhaps it was because Fumiko did better on low, mood depleting tunes then the the joyous or aggressive pieces her violin tutor forced her to learn.ReducioAirlia! I recommend opening another tab to get in the mood when you continue reading! If you're on a laptop of course. Plus, it will help IC Airlia to understand a bit why IC Fumiko played it! Oh and tell me if I'm not supposed to do this! I'll quickly edit itOOC Note :
Perhaps it was just her way to silently express what she felt when her parents gave her up to her aunt, when her friends left her heartbroken when she had to develop a habit where she pretends to be someone else so she couldn't form real bonds.
The bonds she so wished to have.
It's ... a way to show her feelings without having to pretend to be someone else. They'll just think she's focused on her playing. She pretends so much sometimes she wonders what her real personality would be like. If nothing that went wrong in her life ever happened.
Just as Fumiko, who was very into playing Florence finished the short piece, the train hit a bump and her hand pushed the bow a bit too hard, causing a loud sudden screech. Both the girls flinched at the sound. Fumiko felt a bit embarrassed but lightly chuckled at her mistake.
" Hahha..sorry about that...I was surprised I could play that long though " she sat down back to her seat with Florence and her bow resting on her lap. " So...what do you think? " she beamed nervously.
' Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all "