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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2019 11:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2020 6:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2020 7:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2020 7:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2020 7:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2020 8:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2020 5:33 pm
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Each note was strum with complete accuracy. The tune of one of his favorite classic rock songs playing through his head. If there was one thing Demetrius loved more than anything it was defiantly music. With such keen ear he could pick up any instrument and learn to play with little effort. Nothing was too difficult. All he had to do was listen. Demetrius could feel the gentle but consistent vibration through the stages marble floor, feeling ever note that sounded through the amp by his side. Puffs of faded smoke drifted up into the still air above the prince between cords. The world around him seemed to fade away. Any and all presences in the room depleted. Demetrius felt alone with himself, alone with the sound he mimicked. For a moment he forgot what this feeling was like. To be completely and utterly free of any responsibilities, free of any real issues. He was in his own world. Oblivious to Eloise's fascinated gaze. Unaware of the ashes that fell at his feet. For a long time he had pushed this side of him away. Tucked it into a corner where it might never have seen the light of day again. He had given up on a practice that had brought him so many difficult times. Yet through all the sacrifice and harmful decisions there were many good times. Playing music for crowds of adoring fans, not a single person in the room sat uninterested. Sometimes he missed that life. Other times he was grateful for leaving it all in the dark.
Crocell was, as he always was, very captivated by the smooth sounds of each electric string. Attentively listening, watching the talent of his young nephew. He had to say he was very proud of Demetrius. All he could ever ask was that his nephews had joy in their lives. Adonis was not the joyful type. He was much to distracted with his own affairs to worry for the well being of his own children, however many there really was. Cell tried his best to raise his twin's boys with respect, dignity and confidence. Always worried they would be discouraged. Knowing their worth would be challenged by their father. If only the knew how much they really possessed. The three of them. Even with Hunters terrible attitude and disrespectful demeanor Cell knew the boy too had suffered with the wrong teachers. He only hoped that one day, before he himself passes the three of them would grow apart from their traditional families ways to become the people he knew them all to be.
Eloise's soft distant voice regained his attention. His eye's leaving Demetrius for just a moment to peer at the young woman. Her whole being turned in the direction of the music. Her eye's fixated on the musician's focused face. The sight brought a small warm smile to Crocell's sharp features. Eloise was a smart girl. He could see her passion for others. Her capability to give even someone has harsh as Demetrius the benefit of the doubt. Human's were very refreshing, specially the ones with hearts as big as hers. Where did Adonis find this poor soul? And what had she done to deserve such a trade? Cell's bright eyes lifted back to the stage, through the lights to the prince himself. Drink in hand he leaned forward, resting his arms against the counters cool top. **"Don't be fooled by a hardened mask."** He spoke. The elder males voice hushed, spoked barley above a whisper as he leaned close to the young woman. **"That is a broken man my dear."** Was his simple explanation before moving away again. Shortly after Cell had mixed himself a new drink the last few notes of the song were played. Concluding the master piece.
As the last note was released Demetrius could almost feel himself land. As though his feet were floating away this whole time. Now he was back, back into the reality he lived everyday. His head lifted from the base of his guitar, cigarette nearly burnt to a butt. His slender fingers removed the roach from his lips. The demon's attention quickly pulled back by his uncles applause. A smile painted over his face of true enjoyment.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2023 8:53 pm
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