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 Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:56 am
I got a bottle of whiskey out of my bag and pouring two glasses, I put one infrount of Desina and sat on the piano, blowing smoke rings once again. "Awwww.... poor, poor, whatshumakallhisname." I smiled.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:29 pm
Lilly stepped back and held him at arms length. "Did you say that you were worried about my mental stability?" she laughed. "It's a little late for that if you truly have been watching me." She watched his face threw observant eyes and grinned widely her face full of joy. "How old are you?" she asked her mind racing out on another branch. If he was a magical muse than he would be very old, "Is Name truly Fisairious?" she asked dropping her smile and replacing it with a small smirk. "Because If it is than him mother must have hated him. Do you have mothers?"
She tussled his hair and sighed. "How do you keep your hair so silky soft?" her hand ran threw his long hair as she stifled a giggle it was clear that he took a lot of pride in his appearance, much more than she did in her own. Her hair was held out of her face by an old plastic clip and her face was smudged with dirt and graphite, Her nails were bare and the underside was blackened with paints and mud, Her exposed skin was slightly tanned and freckled by the sun's rays and her feet were worn and dark by her aversion to shoes and love of walking. Lilly was not proud of her appearance and she never had been. She was not pretty like the other girls and she knew this, her beauty was in her work not on her skin. Her entire life she had not been given parse for her looks like other girls, only for what she put onto a page.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 8:53 pm
"So many questions! You are such a curious little bird. Very well. I am two thousand, four hundred and twenty... five was it? No, six. It gets a bit difficult for an old man like me to remember! Phisarious is his name, yes... though I am not certain why his mother must hate him? Ah! I never told you my own name. I am Traigéide and I haven't the faintest clue why my hair is soft?" Traigéide gave her a confused little smile. His hair was as it was. He combed it and washed it from time to time; that was all. "Ah, so many questions I quite nearly forgot the first! Yes, I did fear for your sanity if I ever spoke to you as I am now. You are quite sane, I assure you, dear Lily. You are also quite gifted and intelligent. I am afraid when someone like you cannot live among others of your caliber it does seem that either you are entirely mad or the rest of the world is. It makes me so pleased that you have artistic friends. Not like that fool Frenchman who let his personal life get in the way of enriching such a talent! Ah! Such a waste; I could have strangled- oh, never mind that, I seem to have gone off on a tangent again. Strangling people is terribly not nice and out of the question, by the way."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 9:33 pm
"Traigeide." she said his name testing it out. "How cute." She put her hand back up to his hair and ran her hand threw his dark locks. "What Frenchman?" she fussed with his hair it was so pretty. "Was he an artist to?" she put her free hand up to the other side of his head, there was more hair to pet. "You killed him?" she was not accusing not even worried she was completely preoccupied with his hair. "Are you going to kill me too?" she seemed almost dreamy she was focused on detail again and had lost control of her mouth. "You seem like some one who could kill, but hardly an angel of death." her finger entwined in his hair and she smirked dryly. "You have mused for many artists before, but I’ve never seen your image before why is that?" she bit her lip and focused of the texture of his head. "Or can you change image?" she thought out loud.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 9:47 pm
"No, ths is the face I will have for all of eternity. I can act through certain objects and tricks, but my appearance remains the same. I have only revealed myself to one person before you." Traigéide answered the questions that were easiest first. "He went entirely mad. Within two years he had managed to kill himself in so many ways I've forgotten them all. Needless to say, I was in no rush to show my face again. Such questions, you ask, my Lilly! I seem like a killer? I had never realized; how interesting! But no, I did not kill him besides a few hundred times in my imagination. Oh, but you haven't a clue who I mean. That fellow you were meant to study under. I thought at the time it would be quite the experience, but I had not factored in such a silly human thing as a divorce."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 12:21 pm
"I'm Irish and I never drank whiskey before,hmmm"I muttered,taking a sip of the liquid,then smiled."I think I'm drunk already"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 2:18 pm
"Who was he? Is he famous? Do I know of him?" she moved her fingers down to his bejeweled neck. She looked threw the many necklaces he was wearing examining everyone carefully. Some were bright and new but many were old and worn. "You’re immortal, Killing should come easily, If I was immortal, I would not hesitate to end another's life for good reason." she stepped closer to him to look at a pendant on a choker chain; it was very old and very interesting.
"Wait," she stepped back and looked into his eyes her own very confused. “You mean Grare Didier?" She folded her arms against her chest. "He was in a divorce?" this had never accrued her to. Lilly had been told that she was lacking in talent and was just not good enough to be his apprentice. "Because he said..." she threw her arms out and stomped her foot down hard leavening an imprint on the dark river bank. "The son of a! He is such an a**!" she put her arms up to rest her hands on top of her head grasping her scalp. "Are you sure?" she looked back at him her face a little angry, and very releaved
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 9:32 pm
"Of course I am sure. Believe me, he is otherwise insignificant to me, but I began to watch him when I learned you were to study with him. But as justifiably disgusted as I am with him, I am afraid my immortality does not grant me any immunity to my own personal moral code. I never cause harm; I much prefer to inspire those who have already met with tragedy." Traigéide had been amused to watch Lilly examine his jewelry. He wore so much of it that very few people bothered to pay attention to an individual piece. He lightly fingers the pendant that caught her attention. He did not need to see it; he remembered it well. Oddly enough however, he could not at all remember how or when he had acquired it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 1:56 am
((OOC
Im like lost now... razz ... Dont remember where I am... crying ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 6:02 am
[Guys, I'm sorry I haven't posted yet. Workign at the fair has kept me way busy, but I am going to try. That being said, I'm kinda lost as to who my muse is supossed to be working with and which muse is supossed to be with my artist. If someone can toss me a clue here, I can start posting when I get home from work this afternoon.]
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 12:30 pm
((@Kathryn: I assumed we were matched by numbers which would pair you up with Elliptic Sin's Leaya Flaire. Edit: You have two! Ok, your muse is paired with Leaya your artist with Phisarious. Who is like... lost wandering in the woods. Great opening post opportunity, if you wanted! You could go find him.
@Je Suis: Whenever Traigéide stops getting so freaking distracted, he might remember he was going to look for Phisarious. lol Man, I'm playing such an airheaded Muse.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 1:05 pm
"Than why would you want to inspire me?" she asked and stepped back up to him. "I have no tragedy, nothing is wrong with Me." she laid her long fingered hands at the base of his neck and ran them threw his jewelry again. Her fingers found another piece that was rather interesting. "Wow." It was a gemmed spiral about the size of a walnut but flat. It was made of silver and sapphires and hung on an old leather thong. "Where did this come from?" she asked holding it up over the others.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 1:20 pm
"I disagree, Lilly. But it is hardly my desire to convince you your life is tragic. Only I need really be convinced of that, yes? What constitutes a tragedy often lies in the eyes of the beholder. Oh... where did that one come from? Hmn... probably I just found it somewhere. I acquire many things that way as I cannot really just go shopping on a whim whenever I am of a mind to. How sad! Hmn." Traigéide copies Lilly's movements, touching her unadorned neck with his long fingers. Then he branches out to touching her hair, running his fingers through it. Turnabout was fair play and all that.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 1:57 pm
[Thanks a ton Dae!]
Erys was walking around the city, trying to find her new artist. "Leaya... that's an interesting name... but where is this person? And a musician besides? Well, I guess it's a break from the painters..." she shrugged, still smiling, as she walked around looking for the person she was suppossed to inspire.
Alexandra walked out into the woods, a small electric keyboard tucked under one arm, and a folder full of sheet music in the other. "Ah... nice and quiet..." she whispered to herself as she sat down under a tree. She set the keyboard down in front of her and opened the folder, pulling a pencil and some blank sheet music out of it.
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