Post by Lucian on Oct 8, 2007 0:54:41 GMT -5
Being back in Cashel Castle was almost a strange feeling, the euphoric aura that surrounded the place almost disturbing. It was like a carnival, everyone was happy and there was something for everyone there. Lucian wasn't sure if he loved it or hated it. Perhaps love and hate at the same time? The love being his love of putting down all the happy beings in the area, constantly annoyed by chipper personalities. He'd disposed of that like once his Masquerade was done. Cut short, if you will. And the hate... well, the hate was because the Lord was just flat out a hateful person.
At the moment, he was in bliss, standing in the Piano room with a violin in hand. Yes, he played the violin. Most in this time grew up with the skill of a musical interest, and he wasn't excluded. Especially since living so long gave him time to take up tastes in so many different things. Violin was just a favorite that he stuck with.
He seemed to glide across the room, standing in the middle of the vast area before resting the wooden instrument upon his shoulder, nestling in between his chin. Head tilted and eyes closed, he rose the bow and began to play. It was a sorrowful sound and first, slow and melodic and perfectly in tune. Then the tempo quicken, turing more violent by each and every beat that had been permeneantly drilled into his head. Fingers moved quickly, pressing down more than one string or part of the string with practiced ease, calloused pads used to the abuse layed on him. The muscles in his arm that held the bow flexed as he moved quickly, seeming to sway with the quick paced song.
Lucian had never been one for quiet, and right now he needed to work out the tension in his body. There was no able bodied person that he could take it out, and the fact that he was quite low on energy meant he wouldn't fight or... well... rape, I guess you could say, someone unless provoked. So, the next best thing was playing a tune, one that he wouldn't care if someone where to barge in.
The proud man didn't care what others thought, having given up on that once rumors had erupted that he killed his very own father. What nonsense these people drilled into their heads, spewing out to random people and sullying his reputation. It was all very well, as they would eventually all die as he lived on, living his solitary life in peace.
At the moment, he was in bliss, standing in the Piano room with a violin in hand. Yes, he played the violin. Most in this time grew up with the skill of a musical interest, and he wasn't excluded. Especially since living so long gave him time to take up tastes in so many different things. Violin was just a favorite that he stuck with.
He seemed to glide across the room, standing in the middle of the vast area before resting the wooden instrument upon his shoulder, nestling in between his chin. Head tilted and eyes closed, he rose the bow and began to play. It was a sorrowful sound and first, slow and melodic and perfectly in tune. Then the tempo quicken, turing more violent by each and every beat that had been permeneantly drilled into his head. Fingers moved quickly, pressing down more than one string or part of the string with practiced ease, calloused pads used to the abuse layed on him. The muscles in his arm that held the bow flexed as he moved quickly, seeming to sway with the quick paced song.
Lucian had never been one for quiet, and right now he needed to work out the tension in his body. There was no able bodied person that he could take it out, and the fact that he was quite low on energy meant he wouldn't fight or... well... rape, I guess you could say, someone unless provoked. So, the next best thing was playing a tune, one that he wouldn't care if someone where to barge in.
The proud man didn't care what others thought, having given up on that once rumors had erupted that he killed his very own father. What nonsense these people drilled into their heads, spewing out to random people and sullying his reputation. It was all very well, as they would eventually all die as he lived on, living his solitary life in peace.
