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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 5:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 12:51 am
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XXX  ❀ ▬ The night was something of an amazement to the young woman as she stepped from the clouded, musty room of the tea house she had been scheduled to work at that evening. It may have been all the bodies inhabiting the small space that made the room so much warmer, but as she stepped out into the brisk cool that existed in as the night air, there was a sigh from the young woman as she wiped a delicate hand carefully across her brow. She had more time within the confines of the tea house before she would be left to her own devices to do as she wished with her time. This performance had been contracted weeks ago for a special gathering that night. Of course, it was a common place tea house and anyone could come and go as they pleased. Hearing word that she had been contracted, there had been many stragglers that had not been a part of the original party, and so the tea house, kind people that ran it as they were, offered to pay her another small amount in wage to stay for a few more hours to play for those who had come to see her. It seemed that even though she had left her homeland of China behind her, there were still people that knew her name and sought to learn more about her, and see her play live, as if they wouldn’t believe in her skill unless it was taken in by their own senses. Luckily, or sadly, depending on how one viewed the situation, Qiu Lan had no plans for her evening. She had dedicated herself to her booked engagement, and had luckily been able to stay on due to her free schedule. It would have been much nicer to be spending the evening with another, even a friend, rather than stuck in a stuffy building with strangers who gawked at her, or paid her no more attention than their drinks allowed them. Sometimes it was not as much fun to be a musician as she had originally dreamed when she had been a girl. Sometimes, she did not want to be gawked at. Occasionally, it would have been nice to play and not be noticed at all.
❀ ▬ Hearing the noise from the tea house behind her starting to calm down, she gave a sigh and gathered the skirting of her robes into her hands and moved back towards the tea house. On the ledge, overlooking the small garden she had just come from, she looked back over her shoulder once more, taking a lingering glance at the moon and where its light bathed the ground. She smiled softly and turned her attention back to the door, sliding it open and going to her awaiting public. She settled into a corner, grabbing her ehru gingerly and plucked the strings carefully, making sure that it was still in tune. She doubted that it had been disturbed since she had stepped outside for a few fleeting moments of solitude to catch her breath and ready herself for her second wind. Once she was settled and assured that everything was back to its former place and readiness, she smiled, watching the crowded around her go silent, put the bow to her strings, and let her fingers begin plucking the notes to music she heard clearly before she let the rest of the people hear it. She could envision the piece in her mind as she let it flow outward, passing through the instrument as a medium, allowing others to see a part of her, even if they did not realize it. She made music of pain, and surprise. Of beauty and grace. She gave away secrets of herself that no one would think to look twice at. It was just music to them after all. It wasn’t anything special. Just notes pouring form an instrument. Even her adoptive father had not known how to detect the meaning she put into her songs. He simply thought she was creative and had an ear for creating her own melodies. This much was true, but there was more substance to her gift than simply creating melodies for the enjoyment of others. She was a storyteller. Her stories did not come through words, but another medium. They came through strings, and her hands. They came from her heart and projected themselves beautifully out on the world. And maybe, somewhere out there, one day, there would be someone who could grasp this concept from her, and understand the true meaning behind her work. She knew that day would not be today. She would not find who she was looking for in this tea house. No. There would not be someone here to understand.
❀ ▬ Hours later, when her commitment was done, there was money in hand, and she set down an empty tea cup, she bowed her thanks to the gracious owners of the small tea house and stepped out onto the streets. She would go home. The night was still young, and many were still deciding to go here or there, celebrating grand occasions. Qiu Lan smiled, and gently twirled a few strands of hair form her face. She started the walk back to her home. It would be quiet there. There would be no one home waiting for her, for she lived alone. There would be no party that eve, nor celebration, dinner, or any other sort of social event. She figured she would go home and rest. If anyone had wanted her by now, they would have contacted her, right? Just as her fiend Layla would have done, had she been around and available. The fact that there was no contact must have meant the pretty blonde foreigner had plans for the evening. It was no true matter. The Chinese woman was used to being alone. Even with friends, she was still by herself when she retired to her lodgings. She lived a simple life, and that was all that mattered. Minding herself, she started through the neighborhoods that held bigger houses and manors. She shivered to think how many people must live in them, or if they were occupied at all. Sounds tinkled in the distance from the houses she passed with lights on and she shook her head, shrinking further into the layers of clothing she wore. It was clear and it wasn’t frigid, so perhaps it was just the feeling of loneliness that made her cold? Even Qiu Lan herself could not be certain. Instead she smiled, clutched the case holding her instruments closer to her, and pressed on. Once she was home, she could think about solitude. For now, she had to focus on getting home and being aware of her surroundings. Surely there were enough people to keep scarier things away from her, but one could never be certain in this day and age. She simply smiled, and carried on. It wouldn’t be long soon until she reached home. She would be fine. There was nothing to worry about at all, right?
❀ ▬OoC: I hope this is okay ;3
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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StellaLuna SkyWind Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 12:33 am
   ♤ ♠ ♤ There was a young man standing before him. Something told him the words that would best describe his features were boyish. There was anger lining his face. Pity was not a part of that picture. Just rage. His eyes were without color. Just dark shadows. The whole room was in shadows, but he knew that his heart was beating and his nerves were gripping him, steeling against him, making him want to bolt from the room, but somehow he knew that would be even worse than sitting and watching the male’s anger. At least the anger would be uncertain. It could be rash and violent and over in an instant, or it could turn into a torment. If he ran, there would be only torment. There would be no hope of a quick escape. And so he sat, his legs folded beneath him as he watched the male gesture, his throat working as if he were making a harsh call, and he flinched back, even though in the shadows, he heard nothing. How odd, that this face and this male seemed so familiar, but he was certain he had never seen him before. Not in real life. Dreams, of course, this shadowy male haunted. The shadows ate up his features, making him indistinguishable against the backdrop of the room, which also looked familiar, but just as unfamiliar as the shadowy male. There was another coming in now. A shaky feminine figure. She passed a glance towards the angry male, and then at the face that could not be seen. The one who was experiencing all this. She let her gaze linger on the angry male, his mouth working angrily, as if making a sharp command. The female cringed and only nodded. That was when everything started to pick up pace.
From nowhere, there were two people, holding his arms back as the female tentatively approached, kneeling before his face. He didn’t want to look into that feminine face. He didn’t want to see those shadowy pits starting back into them. He didn’t want to see mist or vapor reaching out to touch him, so he fought against the hold, only to be clung to tighter. This fighting seemed to amuse the strange male in the back, and he tilted his head back, his mouth open and chest heaving, as if he was giving a laugh of great mirth. The held figure trembled, his lips forming begging words. ‘Don’t do this. You don’t want to do this. Please. It’s a mistake. It can be fixed. Don’t break this. ‘ That was all he had time to say before the female took his face in her palms, focusing his face on her own. Soulless pits claimed his glance, captured him; invited him in. He struggled to pull away, but her hold was firm. She mouthed something and then her lips touched his, and he was lost in a sea of darkness and pain, falling deeper, until he couldn’t remember the pain, until it was nothing but darkness and despair and cold. His lips opened but no sound came out. He clawed at the air, threads and thoughts unraveling as he tried to hold onto them. It seemed as though the harder he tried, the more they escaped his grasp. He tried desperately to get back to where he was, trying to rise instead of fall but it was no use. The darkness had him and he was falling, and falling, and falling….
♤ ♠ ♤The silver haired male awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in the small bed that had been allotted to him. His heart beat in his chest, rapid and fluttering, as if it were a live creature that needed to be set free before he could ever hope to breathe normally again. He clutched his hands in the sheets of the bed and pushed his feet off the side of the mattress, forcing himself to stand, even though his muscles protested. Something from within him growled and shifted, clawing at him as if to take over but he shook his head firmly and closed his eyes, willing the beast within him to calm down and go back to slumber. Unwillingly, it obeyed and pulled back from the surface it had so claimed within him. The truce was only temporary, and the silver haired male knew that better than anyone. Eventually, he would give into it’s embrace and turn himself over to the beast’s control, not today was not the day for it. He heaved out a sigh and scrubbed at his eyes. This was not the first time he’d had the dream. He didn’t know why it returned, but it never changed. And it brought just as much dread and fear to his stomach as did the idea of being sold off to another being that would use and abuse him until they grew tired of him. He knew that was why he was once more in a house with a door that locked from the outside. He was meant to be complacent while he was here. He would wait and be bored until someone decided that they would rule over him and take him to a new place. He would have no choice, of course, and would have to follow where they lead. It was the same every time. And the novelty he brought would wear off, and he would end up back in one of these rooms, locked in until another came along.
♤ ♠ ♤ He shook his head, unwillingly to let himself wash and wade in misery. At least he was safe form the male in his dream. And the female as well. She had done something to him, but he didn’t know what. She had done it because the male had told her to do it. Neither one of them were safe, and so he would bide his time and wait. Because if he were free, he could very well end up right back in their clutches. He didn’t want that. He was afraid of them. He was afraid of pain. That was the first experience he remembered. The absolute pain that his body bore when they had pulled him from the ground. His skin had been a riot of colors, yellow, green, brown, purple, blue, black, red. There had been so much that he had lost consciousness all over again. He wasn’t even sure what was awake, and what was dreaming. At least, he hadn’t known until the woman had come for him. A strange female with dark hair who had touched him tenderly, as if he were a piece of art. And that was what he had been to her. Just a piece of art in her gallery. There were others at her home. Strange creatures, pinned up, or caged. Hound to posts, holding terrible poses. He had been her favorite for a time, because she had desired to lay with him while he had to wear fur. While the beast resided over him. And he had had no choice but to let her, even though her touch felt wrong, and he felt dirty. When she had asked if he enjoyed it, and he had answered her truthfully, he had been pinned in a wing of her house, imasculated and humiliated, left for others to come and look over him. The woman had even made a demonstration out of him, torturing his flesh with tools as well as her bare hands. And when she had pitied him enough to return him to her side, she had crooned to him ’My beloved Rowan. My darling Ro. Don’t you dare disappoint me again.’
♤ ♠ ♤ And that was the story of the discovery of his name. The woman, of course, had found another beast to become enamored with, and had tired of him, but instead of pinning him up in her gallery once more, she had done away with him completely, shipping him off elsewhere. And she had only been the beginning of the cycle. Every time it was the same. Hands and touches that were not pleasing, voices and words that could not possibly have belonged to his life, though he knew no reason why any of them would sound off. He couldn’t even remember what was right. The only thing that seemed to make sense was the name he was called. Ro. Or some form of it. More often than not, it was lengthened to suit his Master’s desire. Roland. Rowan. Rocco. Roald. Roark.Rolf. Roul. But none of them were right, so he simply adopted Ro as his name. He had closed his eyes to those who had thought to make it any different, but had gone along with where his life led him. There was no point in fighting it if he was safe form the shadowy male and female. At least these people who sought to keep him locked away for their own devices would be stingy enough not to turn him over to the strange male and female. Or at least he hoped. His thoughts tangling too much, he stood and shook his head, going for the bathroom, he showered quickly, scrubbing himself clean as if he could rid himself of the memory of the dream as well as the fear and the uncertainty of his life. He had no memories. How could he even call this life? He knew only small bits and parts. It was maddening to be so confused at all times, but he was struggling to keep forward.
♤ ♠ ♤ Sitting on his bed once more, he turned his gaze towards the ceiling and then out the window. Outside was a nice place, even if there were frightening people out there. He wouldn’t mind seeing the outside world again. He was thinking about going to the door to see if it was always locked when he heard it click open. He sat still, trying to calm his beating heart so it would not run away without him. He couldn’t look. What if it was the male or the female who had hurt him? What if they had finally found him? This panic set in every time one of those doors opened. He tentatively turned his gaze to the being who had walked in through the door. There was a waft of expensive something from the newcomer, but Ro’s thoughts were immediately drowned out with the words the man spoke. Ichirou. He played the name over and over a few times in his mind. Was that his true name? And what did this male mean that he had finally found him? Ro stiffened, his eyes frantically scanning the new comer’s face and stature. It didn’t match the male from his dream, but why was this male looking for him? Ro didn’t have much time to think over it before the male was pressing his lips to Ro’s own, capturing his breath and face. Ro was stiff behind the advance, his eyes opened in shock. His heart fluttered, fear racing about him as he looked over the man when he broke off the kiss. The male had been shivering! He’d been feeling something beyond what Ro had ever felt. The silver haired male pulled back a little, his eyes guarded as he looked to the strange newcomer. And yet, the golden eye’d male ran his fingers through Ro’s hair while the tiger bristled within him.
♤ ♠ ♤ When the man spoke again, he used that name again. Ichirou. It tickled something in Ro’s mind, feeling strange to him. But the questions confused Ro even more and he frowned deeply, his brow pressing down towards his eyes as he studied this strange golden eyed man. Something changed in his face, and the golden eyed man looked harder somehow. He took Ro’s hand and asked a simple question. ’Do you know me?’ Ro looked at him a few more moments before pulling his hand back and pulling himself back further from the golden eyed man. ”I don’t know you.” He was sure when he said it and frowned, his eyes clearly confused and trying to work out the puzzle of the man before him, but unable to do so. He shook his head and closed his eyes, putting his head in his hand and sighing softly before looking up at the male once more, uncertain how he was supposed to react to this golden eyed man who breathed power like a fragrance. Was he dangerous, or was he to be trusted? Ro truly didn’t know. He just knew confusion, which wasn’t exactly knew. Maybe if he was patient, something would reveal itself. That was all he could hope for.
♤ ♠ ♤ OoC: I'm too lazy to make another layout. lol. So i hope this one is okay ;3
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