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deathsmajestySo, yesterday at the diner, Ignis had confided his love of music and immediately her head had been filled with images: Ignis enjoying an opera at Silverquill's Rose Stage. The annual Prismari elemental concert. Comedic musicals in Ravnica's Tenth District and dinner up on the Millennial Platform while the most elite Rakdosian musicians played for the crowds below. Evenings of music in Gavony estates. So many different options for musical entertainment that she had drifted through over her lifetime, options she could now share. A wildly impractical and impulsive invitation had sprung to her lips, though she'd been able to bite it back in time.
She was in no shape to planeswalk anywhere right now. Nor had she verified anything about these planar portals for herself. Nor had she set up any kind of logistics...nor was she sure that this was the best idea anyway. For...reasons. Reasons she wasn't looking at too closely because hey shut up is why.
But that didn't leave her completely empty-handed. "I can only imagine...the wide breadth of melodies you've had the chance to experience over the years..." he'd said and she'd nearly replied, 'You don't have to imagine it' and she'd realized it was true. He didn't. And, more importantly, she could give him some of his own music back.
And when she'd realized that, any selfish reluctance she'd had about her second idea had fallen away and all that had remained was the details about how to make it happen. Which was why she was pulling him into her kitchen, all bubbling excitement and bright anticipation. She might not be able to give him his perfect day, but music? Music she could do.
[For he who is to be surprised, and has been modded with permission]
She was in no shape to planeswalk anywhere right now. Nor had she verified anything about these planar portals for herself. Nor had she set up any kind of logistics...nor was she sure that this was the best idea anyway. For...reasons. Reasons she wasn't looking at too closely because hey shut up is why.
But that didn't leave her completely empty-handed. "I can only imagine...the wide breadth of melodies you've had the chance to experience over the years..." he'd said and she'd nearly replied, 'You don't have to imagine it' and she'd realized it was true. He didn't. And, more importantly, she could give him some of his own music back.
And when she'd realized that, any selfish reluctance she'd had about her second idea had fallen away and all that had remained was the details about how to make it happen. Which was why she was pulling him into her kitchen, all bubbling excitement and bright anticipation. She might not be able to give him his perfect day, but music? Music she could do.
[For he who is to be surprised, and has been modded with permission]
