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 Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:33 pm
P e t e r - W i n t e r sPeter sat with Eduard in companionable silence for a while, observing the sky. His thoughts were roaming over many subjects, all of which related to their recent conversation. He glanced at the roll of parchment that still laid beside the inkwell, now even more intent on doing something good for Eduard. He felt that Eduard had given him too much for any amount of repayment, but the least he could do was do something in return.
Peter stood up, smiling mischievously. He picked up the parchment and quill, winking. "If you'll excuse me, Marquess, business calls!" He ran off, overly excited about his new project.L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:43 pm
Eduard raised one eyebrow in question, but inclined his head to acknowledge that Peter had something else to take care of momentarily.
A voice came from the doorway a few moments after Peter was successfully out of earshot.
"I do hope the young sir's business is to pen a letter and not..."
"Thank you for that image, Sebastian." Eduard spoke with a half smile. "But I think Peter is writing something. AND," the Marquess added, raising an eyebrow at the butler. "It is his private business alone. If he wishes to tell me, he will."
Sebastian bowed slightly, "About this ball you wish to throw, my lord..."
"Tomorrow." Eduard replied before smiling. "We'll talk about the details tomorrow. I think tonight, I'll invite the Lady out on the town. Perhaps it would serve to educate us both..."
Of course Eduard was looking toward trying to gauge the reaction of other, less powerful nobles, and see if Rutherford had run off blabbing about the Marquess Michaels having a particularly strong right hook.
Even when sick.
Eduard hoped it would allow Peter to take in more of the life of a noble, to see that the separation of his upbringing and that of a more common life, had more similarities than differences in the long run.
There were ugly things in Eduard's world that existed in Peter's as well; bullying, rank defined by name and wealth, and a need to please those in power above you.
But there were beautiful things that Eduard wanted to show the young actor, things that few commoners were ever privy to see.
And it was these beautiful things... the glorious dancing lights in lavish private gardens that burned during a banquet ball, just to name one of the beauties... that Eduard wanted Peter to see so desperately.
"Though, there is one thing, Sebastian..." the Marquess spoke, looking to the older man. "I want the ball that this manor throws... to be in the garden. A Masquerade of the Rose."
(((Sooo... it slips my mind if a masquerade would have been popular at the time or not... but I do hope it would have possibly begun to gather some favorability.)))
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 3:23 pm
P e t e r - W i n t e r sPeter entered his room and quickly finished his letter to his mother. He then ran around the house to find Eduard, not sure exactly where he would be. He had only realized that he didn't have a means of sending this letter off since he was living with Eduard and not on his own. Everyday things would probably work differently since this was an aristocratic household.
Finding Sebastian walking the opposite way, Peter hailed him with a smile. "Sebastian... I need to send this to my mother, but I don't actually know how to, since everything's so different living with Eduard... Could you..?"L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 5:40 pm
Sebastian, who had been busy dusting in the hall, smiled to Peter and bowed. "Of course. It should be delivered within the next two days, if that is sufficient."
For his own part, Eduard was in the sitting room. He half lay on a chaise of dark green, an arched knee keeping him supported, as he read a book.
Said book was resting in the man's lap, his dark hair splayed on the pillow behind him.
In truth, the Marquess was quite comfortable.
He had changed clothes and gotten a bath, making sure to scrub his nails vigorously to get rid of any lingering garden dirt. Now, he was wearing dark blue pants with a cream colored button up long-sleeved shirt.
Beside him on a low table, was a cup of tea, just in case he was thirsty.
(((OOC: So... I was in the hospital Sat and Sun. Mon I was recovering at home. Tues I was afraid I had another kidney stone (why I had to go to the hospital). Wed I somehow got minor food poisoning so I was sick again. At least I feel pretty much fine today... except my arm still hurts from an IV of liquids, pain medicine, and phenigrin (nausea medicine that burns like hell)... But yeah, I'm back now! Yay!)))
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 6:25 pm
P e t e r - W i n t e r sPeter wandered a bit more after his encounter with Sebastian. Eventually, he found himself lost beyond hope. He had entered some small room with a piano in it. At least, it was small compared to the other rooms in Eduard's manor. Peter was tired from walking so much, and he knew that he probably wouldn't get any further in his quest to find his way back to his room if he continued at the moment, so he settled down to the piano.
He had never taken formal lessons in piano, just because his family was too poor to afford it. But there was one in Eduard's theatre, and he had found himself drawn there many times when he just wanted to think. Eventually, he started playing it and found that he wasn't all that bad at it. He regretted the fact that he had never been able to learn the piano as a child.
But now was his chance to touch up on his skills. He didn't know any formal songs, so he wrote his own.
Touching his fingers lightly on the perfectly polished keys, Peter started into a soft melody. The mood it portrayed was a deep melancholy, and though it was slow, it made the heart beat faster. One could almost imagine the rain that formed outside the window, and the grayness of the colors that made up the scenery. One would then be led to wonder just what could bring on such a profound sadness.
Peter lost himself in the music, his hands moving as they wished. His mind wasn't thinking about anything—just letting himself go.((What a distressing story! Gah! I hope that you're better. Well, I guess being out of the hospital does mean that you're better, but I mean completely recovered. biggrin Just a little technical comment. You're little part that says: "Said book was resting in the man's lap, his dark hair splayed on the pillow behind him." Doesn't that sort of mean that the book is still the subject of "his dark hair splayed on the pillow behind him?")) L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 10:05 pm
Reading had been a wonderful idea.
Leaving Peter to his own devices however... had apparently not been.
After about the tenth page into his book, Eduard's keen hearing picked up the sound of the piano, two rooms over.
Of course the notes had a few mistakes, but to the Marquess' trained ear, the tune and sound wasn't half bad.
Putting the book down on the chaise, Eduard stood and made his way to the music room.
He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame and watching Peter play.
Try as he might however, Eduard couldn't help the sudden sad feeling that seemed to fill up his entire being. Each note dug keenly into his soul, and eventually produced something that had not happened in years.
Eduard actually shed a few tears from the beauty of the music before him.
He made sure to quickly wipe away any trace of them, before stepping into the room fully. Peter was still playing and, silent as a mouse, Eduard opened a nearby cabinet and took out a polished flute.
The Marquess had listened long enough to know where the woodwind would fit in nicely and how. Improvising, Eduard lifted the instrument to his lips and blew lightly across the mouthpiece.
Lithe fingers covered the holes, producing a sweet and melancholic sound to go along with that of the piano.
Of course he knew this would likely startle Peter so, just after he started to play, Eduard came to stand beside the piano, watching the young actor. He winked, an obvious telling to continue playing.
It was nice... having someone to share music with for once.
(((Hmmm... *thinks* I think if I had made it like, "Said book was resting in the man's lap; his dark hair splayed on the pillow behind him." that it would be more of a subject... but I have a habit of joining multiple phrases together like that when doing a description, so I've never really paid any mind to it. I think I only put the book first because I was talking about the book in the previous sentence.)))
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 7:11 pm
P e t e r - W i n t e r sIndeed, Peter was startled. He played a note in a completely wrong key then stopped altogether. He hadn't heard Eduard enter. Now that Eduard was here, he would be a little more self conscious about his playing.
It took Peter a while to regain his placement and feeling, but once he started up again, he finally recovered his tune. There were still occasional mistakes, and every time that he messed up, he would always blush deeply, but still continue.
He marveled in the sound of the flute. He had never even tried to play one, for he was sure that he couldn't do it, but he loved the sound. One of the actors that worked with him was also a flautist and he often brought his flute to rehearsals to fill up the down time.
Peter closed his eyes and listened. Though that proved to make more mistakes in his playing, it wasn't by much. The reward of losing oneself in the music was worth it.L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 4:35 pm
Every time that Eduard heard Peter make a mistake, he had to try and keep himself from smiling at the obvious blush on the young man's face.
Smiling would turn the sound of the flute, and he honestly wanted to play it to the best of his ability at the moment.
When Peter slowed, Eduard slowed almost instantly, and when he sped up, Eduard did as well. He was matching himself to Peter almost perfectly.
Elizabeth was standing outside the room, listening to the music. She had even pulled Sebastian over to listen as well.
'I've never heard him play like that before.' she whispered to the butler.
Sebastian smiled ever so slightly. 'That is because he hasn't.'
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 7:13 am
P e t e r - W i n t e r sWhen the song ended, Peter kept his hands rested on the keys. He smiled ever so slightly to himself, amazed that such a sound could ever have been produced, and that he was part of it.
He blushed quietly, swallowed, then looked up to see Eduard's expression. He knew that there would be some sort of dazzling smile, but he was more after the emotion behind it. He couldn't help but wonder if Eduard felt the same way as he himself did.L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 6:08 pm
There was no dazzling smile however.
Bringing the flute down from his lips, Eduard's violet gaze rested on the instrument for a long moment, before he looked over to Peter. Dark strands of hand covered his eyes, almost completely, but the Marquess smiled softly, almost shyly even.
"That... was fun." Eduard spoke before running a hand through his hair to pull it back. "And beautiful..."
(((OOC: FINALLY! Last night I finally got rid of my kidney stone. So I'm good now! THANK GOODNESS! *hug* I'm back!)))
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 6:49 pm
P e t e r - W i n t e r sTo Peter, it was a dazzling smile. It was so much more peaceful and genuine than the other smiles that he had come across in his life, and Peter smiled in return. For lack of something else to say, he commented, "I... Didn't know that you played the flute..."
Eduard being able to play an instrument came as a surprise. But Peter was happy that there was something that they had in common besides their love of flowers. And even that seemed to be stronger on Peter's side than Eduard. But now they both shared their love for music.
It made Eduard seem a little less of a typical aristocrat in Peter's eyes. And the social divide between them lessened just a little.L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 7:02 pm
Eduard smirked, raising one thing eyebrow in amusement. "Here I thought all aristocrats were supposed to play an instrument or two." he teased before coming to sit on the piano bench beside Peter. "You play beautifully... though..." he looked at the young man's hands for a moment, seeing how they rested on the keys.
"Do this." the Marquess spoke softly, placing his hands on the keys with the tips of his fingers just barely brushing the keys, his wrists parallel with his arms all the way to the elbow. "It will make hitting some of the keys easier, and keep your fingers from possibly tripping over each other trying to reach them."
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 7:11 pm
P e t e r - W i n t e r sPeter blushed, still trying to get used to Eduard's teasing.
He made room for Eduard as Eduard sat down next to him, and listened to Eduard's advice. He remained silent for a while, though he did try it out. "Thanks..." It was a very soft whisper.
Playing the piano or spending time alone in a garden at night always got to the core of Peter, and so if anyone were to meet him after either of those experiences, he would come across as very shy and quiet.
Peter oftentimes felt vulnerable when he did either of those activities, and that's why he preferred to play piano without anyone hearing him.
He was thankful for Eduard's praise, though he wasn't sure if that was just etiquette.L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 7:34 pm
"Can you read music, Peter?" Eduard asked, noticing the actor's shyness but not commenting on it.
He looked at the man beside him.
"If you can read music, I have plenty of piano pieces you could play if you wanted to. This room is open to anyone really... though the servants tend to leave me to myself when in here."
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 3:29 am
P e t e r - W i n t e r s"I... can't." He blushed even more at his admitted inability to be what he viewed as musically competent. He thought that that was probably Eduard's view to. He fidgeted with his fingers nervously and waited for Eduard's reaction.
He even glanced up a little to see the reaction, hoping that he wouldn't regret it.L a d y - R o s a l i n e
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