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[ensared]

"Did I scare you?" A long time ago, such a comment might have been construed as condescending - a hunter looking down on someone without his same skills. Today, however, it's a different story. His voice may sound hard to someone who doesn't know them, but she would hear the teasing undertone he covers so well.

One point to Hawthorne, it seems to say.

"I think you missed a note," Gale tells her conversationally, reaching up to hit one. It definitely isn't the right one, he realizes the second the sound rings out, but his point stands.

[agreatpianist]

"Startled," she corrected him quickly, same teasing undertone. Because she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd scared her. She would not let him have the upper hand right now.

So when he pressed the wrong key and insisted she'd missed a note, her eyebrow raised and she very carefully moved his hand and placed hers on top, pressing on his finger to encourage him to press the right key. "You mean that one?"

And if her hand lingered on his-- well she hardly noticed, right? It was all under the guise to help him find the right keys.

[ensared]

"Right, that one." He nods, satisfied at hearing the correct note. Music is something Gale never had much of a chance to learn about - there are the odd night parties in the Seam, with their own type of fun, romping melodies, but those are different. Madge knows what real music is like, and he has come to enjoy listening and watching her play. Her hands have always been quick, deft, skilled on the keys, and lately he thinks more often about what other things she can do with them.

Good things, but he shouldn't be so forward.

"I brought your strawberries," Gale tells her, moving his hand under hers to hit another note. Wrong again.

[agreatpianist]

Another wrong note, Madge did her best to hide her smile at that. She corrected him again, fingers atop his coaxing the correct notes. She chanced a glance down, just to see the strawberries he was talking about, before looking up at his face and back at the piano.

"Thank you," she murmured, guiding a few more correct notes from him. "I'll get you the money my father set aside for it."

In a moment. When she feels like moving her hand from his.

[ensared]

"There's no rush," he assures her. "The Hob will be open until this evening."

He watches their hands calmly, barely suppressing a smile. The corner of his mouth twitches as he hits the wrong notes, though, so he lets her take the lead, following her hand to the right ones. This is her hobby, not his; if she were trying to shoot an arrow, their positions might be reversed. It doesn't bother him, though, letting her have this. Not anymore.

[agreatpianist]

"If you're sure." There had been a time where he wouldn't even step inside her home. That time was long gone, to the point where he wasn't even bothered by staying a little longer than necessary. Madge was excellent at hiding her emotions, but each intended wrong note brought her closer to a smile. One that she would quickly hide.

One wrong note brought her to nudge him lightly with her elbow. And instead of simply guiding him to the right note this time, she caught his fingers lightly with her own-- while continuing to play light notes with her free hand.

[ensared]

"I'm sure," he says firmly, finally letting the smile crack as she entwines their fingers. With his free hand, Gale drops the bag of strawberries on a nearby table, out of the way.

"I don't know this song," he comments, turning from their hands to look at Madge.

[agreatpianist]

Well. That was that, then. Madge watched their hands long after he looked up to her. It took several moments before she would meet his gaze. "My mother helped me compose it when I was younger... Before her headaches got too bad."

She met his gaze, eyes locking with his. "It was mostly her... I was too young to know what sounded really good and what was a mess."

[ensared]

She composed it herself. Impressive. Gale couldn't even dream of doing something like that, even with help. He knows good music when he hears it, but stringing it together is... too intricate for him.

"It's good," he says, not looking away. "If you didn't know then, you do now, for sure."

omg this was hiding at the bottom of my inbox ;;

[agreatpianist]

Madge held that gaze. The smile she tried to hide was proud, as she nearly preened at the idea that yes... She does know what sounds good now. Still, she was a little embarrassed by the compliment, and the blush creeping to her cheeks was enough to prove that.

"Thank you..."

Perhaps she'd let him hear her free-form the notes on the piano sometime... but for now? Well, her fingers were still laced with his and her free hand... slowly came to a stop while playing the piano. She was much more distracted by his eyes and the various features of his face.

[ensared]

“What are you blushing for?” he asks, tone sharp but with that same, friendly undertone only a few recognize. The touch of pink looks cute on her cheeks, enough to make Gale decide that he’d like to see it more often, that he’ll have to find ways to make it happen.

[agreatpianist]

Him pointing out her blush only made her face flush more... Even as she made a little face at him, nose wrinkled and lips pursed.

Madge nudged him a little, but left it at that. "I'm not used to comments on my music, that's all. I usually only play for my parents."

[ensared]

He turned away, the corner of his lips curved into a smirk.

"Maybe you should put on a show for the town, then," he suggested, only half-joking. "Some of them could use a pick-me-up."

[agreatpianist]

Madge shook her head, looking down in the hopes that her hair would cover how red she'd become. "I... I don't know about that."

Not everyone would appreciate the Mayor's daughter playing the piano for them, there would be a lot of anger thrown her way... And that's even if the townies and people from the Seam would get along enough to enjoy it.

[ensared]

"You could start small," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "At school, maybe. They have music classes there, right?"

Not that he'd know. Music was never a talent of his. It was easy to see what could make Madge hesitate, though, between her own obvious insecurities and playing before the entire town when everyone knows exactly who she was already. It was hard for the mayor's daughter to evade notice, but somehow, she managed. Playing for the town at large would mean ditching that.

[agreatpianist]

For a moment, she considered it. She avoided the music classes, avoided anything that would let people know that she was more than average at playing an instrument. Madge had done so well to fly under the radar of everyone in town and the Seam, she'd taken extra care.

She squeezed his hand as she looked up at him again, torso twisting so she was angled towards him. "I'd rather just play for you," she admitted. "It's not that I don't want to for everyone else..." Except that it was. "I just don't know if I can."

[ensared]

"Just me, Undersee?" Gale echoed, looking over at her again. He was surprised to meet her eyes when he did, but refused to let it show. They may have a better, ah, relationship than they did before, but he still had his pride. "Careful. Someone might think there's something going on between us."

Delivered as dryly as the Seam feels in summer. He stared at her for a moment thoughtfully before continuing.

"I've heard the trick to doing something like that is to pretend they're not there."

But what would he know, really? He wasn't a performer.

[agreatpianist]

Madge didn't break eye contact with him, despite so desperately wanting to. How was it that he could make her entire face turn so red without more than a comment or two? "You know what I mean," she replied defensively.

Though what exactly had it become? With their fingers intertwined and the close proximity. "Can't pretend they're not there after everything's done, though."

And that's what she was primarily concerned with. People's reaction afterwards.

[ensared]

"Isn't that when you're supposed to stand up and accept the applause?" he asked pointedly, eyebrows raised in challenge. If this were a competition of some sort, Gale would count himself the forerunner, with the way she kept blushing.

He gave her hand an encouraging little squeeze. "What if you started smaller? You aren't too shy to play for Posy, are you?"

[agreatpianist]

He probably was the forerunner if this was suddenly a challenge. "Assuming they're applauding. And what about after that?"

Madge glanced down at their hands with that squeeze, smiling despite herself. She squeezed right back and looked up at him when he asked if she would play for Posy. "No... I could play for your whole family, if you want."

[ensared]

“I don’t know, Undersee. What do musicians always do after the applause?”

Take a bow, maybe. Gale had only seen a few musicians, and none for a formal concert. Most of the ones he’d seen had rowdily gone into an encore after a few drinks and uproarious applause. He couldn’t picture Madge doing anything of the sort.

“Well, there you go,” he said, smirking triumphantly. “Your first audience.”

[agreatpianist]

"I meant after the performance- after I'm on everyone's radar and no longer invisible..."

It was easier to be invisible. She preferred it more often than not... She'd taken so much care to remain that way. She puffed out her cheeks at that triumphant smirk, making a face and perhaps nudging him again for it. She deflated her cheeks with a sigh, unconsciously running her thumb lightly over his knuckles.

"Very well. I'll agree to that for now. You win this one."

[ensared]

He snorted. “Quiet is different from invisible. You’ve never been invisible.”

After all, the mayor only had one child. Everyone knew who he was, so they all knew her face by proxy, whether she liked it or not. That was the way Gale had come to resent her and her father so strongly before he’d ever officially met her.

“Good. Posy’s going to be excited, I can tell you that right now.”

[agreatpianist]

"I've tried to be."

Though he had a point. She could only really pretend to be invisible. She knew she wasn't... Licking her lips, she leaned onto him and squeezed his hand again. "I'm glad she will be. Maybe I can teach her a little if she wants."

[ensared]

And maybe, in a way, Madge had succeeded. Despite making the weekly deliveries to her and having a mutual friend, for years Gale hadn’t known the first thing about the real Madge, things other than her station in the district or how she looked or acted at school. Only recently has he gotten to know anything more about her, and finally started to see her as a person instead of someone luckier than he was.

He chuckled, giving Madge an amused look as she leaned against him. “Don’t tell her that. You won’t be able to get rid of her.”