I don't - think of creation - everything that is, was, will be, it's a song. Sometimes I hear snatches of it. Creation is. So I can sort of hear it, but I have to work it into numbers to understand it. But it doesn't mean that I know everything about him. It means...I hear what he's like.
It takes a lot of time for me to hear it. I don't know what's dangerous or cruel. He's never been that way to me. It's just who he is.
[She takes another moment, and stands up, to get her violin, and opens it. She takes a moment to tune, and plays, and it's Seraphim, it's complicated and shy and hesitant. There's a playful bit about it, a part that is scared and afraid, tones and arching music, like-
Like-
Like Seraphim. And then suddenly, miraculously, is her laugh, her voice, her real voice, except it's all on the violin. When she stops she looks at the bow of her violin and looks back up at him.
This is the most vulnerable she's been. And she doesn't know - maybe this was a mistake]
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I don't - think of creation - everything that is, was, will be, it's a song. Sometimes I hear snatches of it. Creation is. So I can sort of hear it, but I have to work it into numbers to understand it. But it doesn't mean that I know everything about him. It means...I hear what he's like.
It takes a lot of time for me to hear it. I don't know what's dangerous or cruel. He's never been that way to me. It's just who he is.
[She takes another moment, and stands up, to get her violin, and opens it. She takes a moment to tune, and plays, and it's Seraphim, it's complicated and shy and hesitant. There's a playful bit about it, a part that is scared and afraid, tones and arching music, like-
Like-
Like Seraphim. And then suddenly, miraculously, is her laugh, her voice, her real voice, except it's all on the violin. When she stops she looks at the bow of her violin and looks back up at him.
This is the most vulnerable she's been. And she doesn't know - maybe this was a mistake]