[F4A] Instruments

The strings were drawn taut, fine tuned with the utmost care and bound around the neck. The air was tense, anticipation building up in silent impatience mixed with the hints of dread for the first note to be struck.

Gentle, long and undeniably beautiful, the beginning of a long night and a wondrous song. My motions were slow, painfully so as sawed across the expanse of the delicate instrument I not only owned but had mastered eons ago.

Each chord and sound was dredged up in a flawless fashion as I made you sing the most gorgeous of melodies. The build up - an arduous journey that spanned many a mountain peak but always left the lingering sensation of wanting, that spanned the lowlands and valleys but never delving deeply into the caves that lay beyond.

Your flesh bent to my will, pulled taut under the tension and brought to the edge with an astounding immediacy. Right on the breaking point, the precipice, ready to snap at a moment’s notice - there, I held you. Stringing you along to the rhythmic beat of the song, unrelenting and trusting in my own mastery, my ability to keep you there unscathed. Teetering with the cliff face at your side, caught by the delicate web I had woven around you.

Intangible adjustments, minute in size but making all the difference in the world, even to the untrained ear. The crescendo came to its climax, reaching the highest peak of the song, holding, holding, holding it there for just. A little. Longer…

The tension vanished, the sounds faded, all of it came crashing down in an amalgamation of exquisite sensations. The release after the intensity of the flames, burning away as the smouldering dust left a searing memory. The curtain call came, closing as all packed up and treated with the utmost care. Packed away, undone.

To rest.

Prompt Status: Closed.

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