Epilogue: Solaris's Awakening

"Thomas, is this really necessary?" Ami asked.

The blond chuckled behind her, "Very much so, Blue. Close your eyes."

"Fine." She sighed and closed her eyes. "There. Happy?"

"Very." He leaned down and kissed her softly, eliciting a soft moan from his blue-haired love. "Now for the surprise."

He gently led her by the hand into the music hall and then moved to stand behind her. Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, "You can open your eyes now."

Ami did so and blinked, speechless. Not believing what she saw. Thomas had stopped her just feet in front of a beautifully gilded harp with a blue bow tied around it. For a moment, they stood there, Thomas positively smirking at his Blue's reaction to the instrument.

Thomas watched as she began to move, almost as if in a trance, letting her fingers glide along the strings, smiling at the sound that she elicited from them.

After few minutes she shook her head, breaking free from the spell and turned to look at him, "Thomas." She really did not know what say. Although she never had such an instrument before, but she knew how expensive one would be. "You shouldn't have. This is… too much."

He smiled and moved over to her, gently cupping her chin in his slender hand and tilting her head to look up at him, "Ami. Shh. It's not. Besides, I have to admit, it's slightly selfish of me."

Ami blinked, looking confused, "Selfish of you? How is it selfish of you?"

He grinned and gestured beside the harp. "I… I was hoping you'd consent to keeping it here. I'd like to be able to play with you."

She looked to where he gestured, and smiled seeing the grand piano. The look she turned back to him was one of regret though, causing him to frown slightly, "I can't, Thomas. I'm no where near good enough to play with you."

Thomas almost smirked, "How do you know I'm any good. Please?"

She sighed and gave in. "All right. Just one song though, ok? And you promise not to laugh if I'm horrible."

This time, Thomas smiled, "You won't be." He kissed her softly again, eliciting a small sigh of pleasure this time from her.

"I'll start. Trust yourself, and join me when you're ready." He moved from her to take his seat at the piano, while she moved to sit and pull the harp to her.

At first she listened to what he was playing with her to analyze it, trying to catch the line of the melody, understand the harmony, to know where to come in and how to compliment what he was playing. However, after only a few measures, she began to listen with her heart, and it was not long before the familiar music washed over her and her hands began to move of their own accord over the strings of the harp, as if they already knew what to play and had thousands of time before.