Post by Crystallyne on Oct 7, 2003 1:32:57 GMT -5
[Character POV: Luccia]
How odd. I wake, not to the usual floor-shaking explosions from the floor below but to a hauntingly beautiful melody played on violin and harpsichord. For once, the fighting on the second floor seems to have ground to a temporary lull, allowing a gentler sound to permeate through my bedroom suite. The melody distracts me so much that it is a full minute before I remember to check for the angel pendant around my neck. Whew, it's still there, still safe. I treasure this pendant, because Brother Martin gave it to me.
I sit up in bed, then jump slightly, momentarily startled to feel my hair brush against my shoulders. It's getting longer now, since I moved in with Martin and Julian. I'm glad about that, it's one faint point of normality in all the gloom I live in.
Light is streaming in from the windows. I yawn, and wonder how long I've slept. It's so hard to get to sleep here, what with the constant never ending noise from the floor below us. Those noises often trigger nightmares, nightmares that stem from memories. Without my consent, the memory briefly flashes through mind. The arrow piercing Martin's chest. Julian injured and losing blood. They thought Martin was dead, but he survived that fire. Now, he simply broods about the place, talking occasionally with Yuki-sensei.
For some odd reason, Martin and Julian are continuing their farce here in this place. Whenever we're in public, Julian plays the role of the Master and Martin plays the role of servant. I think brother simply likes going to the Lounge on Friday nights and pretending to be a servant with a simple servants troubles. He also talks quite a bit to a man named "Riff". He says he's just learning about how servants act, but I'm not sure. He has also struck up quite a friendship with the prince who lives on the seventh floor. They always seem to have something to talk about. I don't get the chance to speak to these people much, simply because both Julian and Martin are over-protective of me. I'm fifteen years old, but they still don't let me do much on my own. Sometimes, late at night when the moon is dark and old memories surface, I'm glad for their caution.
Wait. As I get up, an odd thought strikes me. I had thought that maybe Merry was playing her CD player a little loud, but now that sounds like real voices drifting up from her floor. What has she gotten into now! Even though she is younger than me, we've become very close. She's still far more adventurous than I am, though. Take those singers on the sixth floor for example. She's madly in love with that red-haired man, and takes any excuse to try to see him and talk to him, even though her older brother has forbidden it. I pretend to admire him and his band for her sake, but another man has stolen my heart. And his name is Count Cain C. Hargreaves.
I wash and start to dress as I think about him. I'm still not used to the fancy clothes that Martin provides for me, and I choose a modest emerald day-gown to wear instead of all the frilly velvet available in the closet. I must admit, it does set off my blue eyes and blonde hair nicely. What girl wouldn't want to look lovely for the Count?
I sigh, knowing it's a lost cause. Even Merry would laugh at me if I were to tell her that I'm in love with her beloved brother. I finish tying a matching emerald ribbon in my hair and slip through the rooms towards the elevator. I don't want to wake Martin and Julian if they're here. I never know when they're home or not home. My brother always has Julian helping him with some scheme or other. I especially don't want to wake them when I'm planning on going down to visit Merry all by myself. I have to take the elevator, though. Even I am not idiotic enough to chance the stairs when the war could break out again at any moment right underneath me. I grip my angel pendant tightly as I step into the elevator. Maybe I'll see him, if Merry has company over. Maybe he'll look at me, and wonders of wonders, maybe he'll speak to me. I close my eyes and picture him in all his aristocratic perfection as the elevator begins its descent down to the first floor.
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How odd. I wake, not to the usual floor-shaking explosions from the floor below but to a hauntingly beautiful melody played on violin and harpsichord. For once, the fighting on the second floor seems to have ground to a temporary lull, allowing a gentler sound to permeate through my bedroom suite. The melody distracts me so much that it is a full minute before I remember to check for the angel pendant around my neck. Whew, it's still there, still safe. I treasure this pendant, because Brother Martin gave it to me.
I sit up in bed, then jump slightly, momentarily startled to feel my hair brush against my shoulders. It's getting longer now, since I moved in with Martin and Julian. I'm glad about that, it's one faint point of normality in all the gloom I live in.
Light is streaming in from the windows. I yawn, and wonder how long I've slept. It's so hard to get to sleep here, what with the constant never ending noise from the floor below us. Those noises often trigger nightmares, nightmares that stem from memories. Without my consent, the memory briefly flashes through mind. The arrow piercing Martin's chest. Julian injured and losing blood. They thought Martin was dead, but he survived that fire. Now, he simply broods about the place, talking occasionally with Yuki-sensei.
For some odd reason, Martin and Julian are continuing their farce here in this place. Whenever we're in public, Julian plays the role of the Master and Martin plays the role of servant. I think brother simply likes going to the Lounge on Friday nights and pretending to be a servant with a simple servants troubles. He also talks quite a bit to a man named "Riff". He says he's just learning about how servants act, but I'm not sure. He has also struck up quite a friendship with the prince who lives on the seventh floor. They always seem to have something to talk about. I don't get the chance to speak to these people much, simply because both Julian and Martin are over-protective of me. I'm fifteen years old, but they still don't let me do much on my own. Sometimes, late at night when the moon is dark and old memories surface, I'm glad for their caution.
Wait. As I get up, an odd thought strikes me. I had thought that maybe Merry was playing her CD player a little loud, but now that sounds like real voices drifting up from her floor. What has she gotten into now! Even though she is younger than me, we've become very close. She's still far more adventurous than I am, though. Take those singers on the sixth floor for example. She's madly in love with that red-haired man, and takes any excuse to try to see him and talk to him, even though her older brother has forbidden it. I pretend to admire him and his band for her sake, but another man has stolen my heart. And his name is Count Cain C. Hargreaves.
I wash and start to dress as I think about him. I'm still not used to the fancy clothes that Martin provides for me, and I choose a modest emerald day-gown to wear instead of all the frilly velvet available in the closet. I must admit, it does set off my blue eyes and blonde hair nicely. What girl wouldn't want to look lovely for the Count?
I sigh, knowing it's a lost cause. Even Merry would laugh at me if I were to tell her that I'm in love with her beloved brother. I finish tying a matching emerald ribbon in my hair and slip through the rooms towards the elevator. I don't want to wake Martin and Julian if they're here. I never know when they're home or not home. My brother always has Julian helping him with some scheme or other. I especially don't want to wake them when I'm planning on going down to visit Merry all by myself. I have to take the elevator, though. Even I am not idiotic enough to chance the stairs when the war could break out again at any moment right underneath me. I grip my angel pendant tightly as I step into the elevator. Maybe I'll see him, if Merry has company over. Maybe he'll look at me, and wonders of wonders, maybe he'll speak to me. I close my eyes and picture him in all his aristocratic perfection as the elevator begins its descent down to the first floor.
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