Perfect Match ~ The Musician and the Muse (Closed)

[Asa]

She knew her powers would aid those of the creative and their moments of creative obsession was when she would feed remain young and bond them even more to her. The one thing she did not know was that the bond had two different affects... either the feeding would slowly kill the one she chose to help and bond to her or in some the bond would make then aggressively possessive and protective of her. Once she figured it out she knew she had to find a balance or find the one that was strong enough to overcome both affects and give her one true love.

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Inara

She had no idea how old she truly was as far as she knew she was only 28 and had lost nearly every one she ever got close to from unknown reasons but they all resulted in death. She never meant to get close to anyone but for some reason she could not help it... Artistic people were like an addiction to her or was that the other way around. Musicians... painters... writers... they all seemed drawn to her some with aggressive results some who just simply did not seem to be able to function without her around. She could not understand it... but she could not stop herself from seeking out the more artistic soulful beings out or were they seeking her out. If they were she didn't know why she really couldn't see what they saw in her. She really never went looking for anyone they just always found her.

So yet again she found herself wandering the art galleries and sales Coffee shops and concert halls and various bars with live music... she loved it all. Her unfortunate list of losses proved that... from a classical concert pianist to an author to painter who had just gotten his own gallery showing. It seemed to be the way she survived and lived so well. The author had lever her a an amazing penthouse suite that the royalties from sales of his books and the subsequent movies. They all seemed to leave everything to her which left her a very comfortable life even if it was one filled with memories and dreams.

Once more she was out on the town late into the night wandering the various nightlife outlets art music written word... she was simply roaming around with no real direction or plan.

 

[StFornicate]

On stage, late at night, almost closing time, bright lights... The sound guy was drunk and the levels were all off, but the drunk folks in the crowd didn't seem to care, or know.

They just wanted to hear Sweet Home Alabama one more time. Or fucking Free Bird. Tommy sighed as he led his band, the Guardians, through the paces. No matter how much they tried, they couldn't cstch a real break. Maybe it was his original songs... There just wasn't enough of that special something to make it big.

And so they were stuck getting paid in beer at seedy little bars around town.

Still, he was able to play his own songs, between the covers. Sometimes. They finished "Margaritaville" (really? Fuck my life!) and the barmaid yelled out "Last call for alcohol!" and Tommy knew they had time for one last song before they had to pack it in. It was then his eyes caught with a woman in the crowd, someone he'd never seen before... But her eyes inspired him. He blushed, then smiled, then turned to the band.

"Okay boys, End of the Road," he said, and launched into the tune. It was an original of his, and the band barely kept up with his blistering play. His solos were off the charts, screaming and melodic, expressive, angry, passionate...

Inspired.

 

[Asa]

She listened as he played then she felt that strange tap and the musician seemed to get better... She felt drawn... again... yet another strange guidance... but why... what was this and why did she keep giving in to it. All it led to was people getting sick and dying around her or getting absolutely nuts and her having to get away from them. She sat back sipping her glass of wine and listening to the band with a smile. She did kinda want to meet this young man. He looked like he could use a little work to get better attention and a better chance. Wardrobe and hair and whatever music he found a niche in.

 

[StFornicate]

They ended the tune with a bang, and moments later the house lights came on, and people started to finish their drinks and move on out of the bar. The band went about packing up the gear, but Tommy kept feeling his attention drawn to this mysterious woman at the other end of the bar. He closed his guitar case and helped the band carry their stuff out to the van before coming back inside. He headed for the bar.

"It's not too late to get our drinks for the night, is it Jessie?" he asked the barmaid, his eyes kept flitting over to the mysterious woman.

"Maybe next time stud," Jessie said. "Keep the drink coupons, we're closing up."

Dammit, he thought, turning around. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Almost immediately, Jessie snatched it out of his mouth and threw it in a sink behind the bar!

"No smoking in here! C'mon Tommy it's 2013!"

"Fuck," Tommy grumbled, shaking his head.

 

[Asa]

She waited till they finished playing then studied him wandering around till it was time to leave. Slipping past the bar she moved to leave the club for the night. She would definitely be back to hear him play again. Once she moved past him she inhaled and that same sensation tagged her. This was strange it neverhit so soon whatever it was so she wanted to know more.

 

[StFornicate]

The woman past by behind him, and a chill shivered down his spine when she did. A flutter of melody, a hint of verse floated through his mind in that instant, the faintest hint of inspiration.

Was it her dress? The look in her eyes? He turned to look at her, and words tumbled unbidden out of his mouth. In spite of being used to the stage, he was naturally shy around women, attractive women especially, and this one was a knock-out.

"Hey, thanks for coming tonight," he said towards her, hoping she would stop.

 

[Asa]

Pausing she turned and smiled to him with a nod. Glancing to the bartender and then back to him she started to turn back for the door. She knew she should not stay long and they were trying to close after all.

You play every night... correct?

 

[StFornicate]

"Uhh, yeah, most nights, but not always here," he replied. "Tomorrow I'm doing the solo acoustic thing over at BJ's Pub," he said.

"Listen, I could really use a drink and some company. There's a bar a block down the road that's open for another couple hours." He looked into her eyes, and felt a dangerous beauty there. Again, that melody skittered through his head.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

 

[Asa]

Maybe just one drink. I really shouldn't stay out too late... busy day tomorrow.

She smiled and waited for him to get to the door. She felt that strange tag once more as she watched him. It worried her but she could not avoid nor resist it as her eyes seemed to sparkle.

 

[StFornicate]

He was drawn to her in a way he couldn't describe. Her eyes seemed to call to him, and he was helpless but to follow her. What was it about this woman?

They headed out the door. The rest of his band was already gone, taking the gear back to their pad.

It occurred to him that he didn't even know her name! "I'm Tommy," he said, as they stepped out into the cool autumn night.

 

[Asa]

Inara

She wrapped her jacket a little tighter as she glanced over to him. Tilting her head slightly she watched his eyes the sensation was strange not that she understood any of it anyways.

So how long have you been playing music Tommy?

 

[StFornicate]

"A good fifteen years or so, I guess," Tommy shrugged as they headed into the bar. He even held the door open for her. They sat down at the bar. "I started playing when I was like twelve. It's always just been something I've done, I don't know."

"Inara... That's a really pretty name."

 

[Asa]

Sitting down she listened as he talked about how long he had been playing. She smiled to the tender and placed her order.

So what other instruments do you play? Thank you

 

[StFornicate]

"I dabble with piano and drums, but mostly just guitar," Tommy said after ordering himself a beer. "We've been trying to get a record produced, but no luck yet."

Something about just being in her presence was intoxicating to him. He couldn't understand it. He noticed a couple of guys down at the other end of the bar checking Inara out, and immediately felt a strange, protective urge. He placed a hand on her hip next to him, and then slid it up her back.

Just touching her was electric.

 

[Asa]

She felt his hand on her hip then slipping up her back and her stomach tensed as she felt the strange tag to her system seemed to become sated. She had no idea that the physical contact had granted her the ability to feed even briefly from him. She simply glanced to him and smiled as her eyes seemed to shimmer more.

 

[StFornicate]

He felt suddenly a bit tired, but shook it off as their drinks arrived. He liked touching her, though, and kept his hand in its place, his fingers trailing along the smooth skin of her back.

"So are you from around here?" He asked her, not sure what else to say. He kept having fleeting moments of musical inspiration float through his head. He grabbed a pen from his pocket and a napkin and scribbled a note to himself. "Sorry, just a song idea. Gotta catch 'em while they're live."

 

[Asa]

I have lived here for a long time so it kinda feels like it... I... sometimes travel.

She sat there sipping her wine as she watched him begin writing and smiled. Brushing her hair back behind her ear she gave him a moment.

What about you are you from around here?