It wasn't until the song was over that Sin realized he had been singing. Well, he had been aware that he had started, but soon the song took over and Sin found himself falling into it, his voice rising and falling with the emotion that he sung of.
He was nearly breathless from it all by the time the song was done. It was like a release of sorts, though nothing at all could be found sexual about it for him. In many ways, his music was better that sex; it was more fulfilling and fewer people got hurt (or their blood drank.) He found himself gasping for air, his fingers pressing down on the keys in a discordant way while his cheeks flushed as well.
Apparently Alisa was a quite inspiring person - she had yanked a song out of him that he wrote in the depths of despair. A song he had written trying to express his desire for someone.. just one person.. to love.
"I'm sorry, not sure why that came out, but you were supposed to hear it." he all but whispered to her, his face turned down towards the keys. At this angle, his eyes caught the light again, reflecting back a kaleidoscope of colors; the low light of the stage catching his mirrored retinas in the oddest of ways.
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