<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/mj38iFP.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclair<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Student Lounge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 6th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Yolande Solomon | Meticulous, OPEN<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rahne finds some time to indulge in a simple pleasure.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Playing this on the piano, adapted to Yolande's singing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bR5u9jb0PJE</div></div><hr/><br/>With her eyes closed, Rahne had drifted off with the music. Playing the piano was as calming a act for her as they came, and she was rather good at it. She had learned to play in the church, for mass and other ceremonies, and when Moira had adopted her the woman had helped foster the talent in the young girl. Moira had told her that her birth mother had loved the piano. She couldn't play it to save her life, but listening to it had been a favorite past time of hers. It was one of the very few things Rahne knew about her mother, and sometimes she imagined playing a melody helped her feel closer to the mother she never knew.<br/><br/>She was so lost in her playing that she didn't know someone was listening in on her, or standing at the door. It wasn't until Yolande walked into the lounge and started singing that Rahne snapped out of her trance. Startled, her hands froze, the music ending shortly after the other woman's first few words. Cheeks started to turn red at being caught...She started to shuffle away from the piano, until the woman made an encouraging nod to keep playing.<br/><br/>Hesitantly, Rahne did so, a neutral melody sounding, until she found a key and a tempo that harmonized nicely with Yolande's voice and words.<br/><br/>Words that quickly turned this woman into a living symbol of hell, for Rahne. Green eyes widened, and her mouth went dry, as she recognized the woman that was slowly, sensuously, walking towards her while singing. This was the girl from the television, the one that Salvation had dropped off on the manor grounds. She had heard she was out and about the mansion, and causing an issue or two already. But those were the farthest thoughts from Rahne's mind at that moment. Yolande was beauty, and the parts of Rahne's mind she was most ashamed of were all too happy to see her. The wolf stirred against its chains, as a wave of heat hit the girl.<br/><br/><em>She's beautiful...</em>came Rahne's unmasked thoughts, unaware as she was about the woman's physic abilities,<em>And her voice...wow...Why is she here? Please, please don't be another bully...My throat still hurts from the collar...God, give me strength, she's...It's wrong. I can't look at her this way, it's sinful--it's wrong! Her singing though...Is she singing to me? Does she...?</em>Brief flashes of want flashed through her mind. Yolande taking her, in more ways than one, even as she quickly tried to control herself and hide those thoughts. As Yolande rested against the piano, Rahne forced her eyes away, her cheeks as red as her hair.<br/><br/>Equal parts shame and desire filled her. Her struggle with her sexuality had been tested quite a bit as of late. Laura changing in their room, Psylocke in the forest, Kitty's friendship, and now this...It had to be a test. A test she was sorely failing, but...There was no way a woman like this would want a thing to do with her, Rahne scolded herself. She was nothing compared to Yolande, or the others--if she didn't think about it, maybe the feelings would go away. Though, being held close to that body--<br/><br/>Bad Rahne!<br/><br/>But she would play the piano for as long as Yolande sang, and hoping she sang for a while--both to continue listening, and to delay the moment they would have to talk further and further out.