Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2015 11:25:45 GMT -5
It had been too long since he had sat down to practice last and his fingers felt sore as they pressed the cord of his violin. It was a simple instrument, made from fine polished wood and engraved with the usual spiral panelling. It had been a gift from his mother, when he was younger, and he always played with a great sense of nostalgia about himself. Julien did not often play from music sheet, unless it was something he had self-written, and was often stood at the window in his rooms when he played. He liked to feel the wind from the outside, let it cool him, as he turned the music out into the air. An excellent musician, a skill that came close to rivalling his incredible logic, he use to play often and for hours. But he had not practiced in many weeks and he felt the sore callus on his fingertips starting to bubble under the surface.
Pausing, he sighed, placed down the bow and used the same hand to rub his eyes. His mind was distracted and he needed to find a way of relaxing it before he continued. This was no good, he could not do with another haunted night of sleep.
Resolving himself, he placed the instrument lovingly in it’s case and went to find his sister, hoping he might come across her and that she would easy his spirit. If nothing else, the idle chatter between her and her maids in waiting, would give him something else to focus on. Of course, knowing she shared his love of music, he took his violin with him.
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Marie-Louise Deveraux
Pausing, he sighed, placed down the bow and used the same hand to rub his eyes. His mind was distracted and he needed to find a way of relaxing it before he continued. This was no good, he could not do with another haunted night of sleep.
Resolving himself, he placed the instrument lovingly in it’s case and went to find his sister, hoping he might come across her and that she would easy his spirit. If nothing else, the idle chatter between her and her maids in waiting, would give him something else to focus on. Of course, knowing she shared his love of music, he took his violin with him.
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Marie-Louise Deveraux