@nyxnoelle

1 year ago

Howl’s fingers move softly across the ivory keys. The C key shows signs of wear and tear and the b flat glimmers with an echo of magic, but it does not break his concentration. As the music flows softly throughout the room Calcifers flames recede slightly and his eyes disappear behind the smoldering wood. Every once in a while he snorts and snores, releasing a puff of sparks and ash into the air before dozing off again. Watching Calcifer silently, Sofie sits. She takes a moment to admire the yarn she weaves expertly, it flows from her hands onto the ground, snaking it’s way from the floor up the leg of the bed and onto Markl’s sleeping form. She smiles and regards him for a moment before returning to her work- a blow of steam sounds outside and the castle shifts gently. She has grown accustomed to its breathing, along with Calcifer’s sparking snores and Howl’s soft music, it lives within her, and around her. Her eyes close. She does not rush to open them again- instead succumbing to the pull of drowsiness that sweeps over her. Howl watches from his place on the piano- although his focus lays on her the notes still sound crisply from below his fingers. They play for her, without thought or effort. His muse. A shimmer of magic fills each refrain, a connection between them, her breathing, his playing. Before her, there was silence, a deafening loneliness. But now he hears every note in her voice, every crescendo a bubbling laugh, every melody a conversation. His fingers slow, his eyes close. His hands find their way to the final few notes- and then… Then Sleep A magical, soft sleep. And the moon looks on with a brilliant light, watching the love and the music and the peaceful bliss that comes from within Howls Moving Castle.

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