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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 22, 2009 11:38:42 GMT -8
"That's not fair!" He yelled as he raced down the stairs behind her with his guitar placed safely in his left hand. He jumped the last few steps and landed on the floor of the cottage, making a thump on the ground. He noticed Ophelia's tongue sticking out at him and he did the same. "That was not fair," He protested, "Rematch once I'm changed. Promise?" He said, holding out his right hand, the empty one, to Ophelia for her to shake in agreement.
His guitar, swaying at his side from his left hand, was electric as was Ophelia's violin. Its body was painted black and its neck was silver with gold strings. The headstock was also black, with the tuner knobs silver also. He'd forotten his amp, so he'd have to play acoustic. As the guitar swayed, it hit his leg once and made a strum sound, like a couple of the strings had been strummed by his leg. It was pretty and it relaxed Galient. He loved his guitar, although he wouldn't admit it, probably more than Ophelia. His music was his life besides his hunting. He planned to do that on the side of his music career. Of course, he didn't have a band, no one would be friends or would want to work with a lunatic who believed vampires were real and hunted them. Galient smiled wavered a bit but still kept strong so he wouldn't worry Ophelia with his mood change. His thoughts were like poison to him and his emotions. He'd have to learn to be more social and try not to think so much. At least, not by himself.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 22, 2009 11:51:29 GMT -8
"Deal" she said, placing her small hand in his and shaking it slightly. The cheekiest grin was on Ophelia's face as she looked up at Galient with wide, happy blue eyes. slipping her hand from his grasp she took up her electric violin. The body was not like an ordinary violin. It was fairly modernized and looked more like a vase than it did and instrument. The body was painted in large black and white stripes, the neck was black as were the tuning knobs. It was quite suited to Ophelia, more than her acustic violin did.
The violin was already plugged into the amp from the night before, when she had first decided to go out into the woods, all she had to do was turn it on.Getting into position, Ophelia slid the also black bow across the metal strings. The sound from the amp was hypnotic.
From there on Ophelia let her emotions out through the motion of her bow. Sending beautiful, melodic sounds echoing throughout the cottage. Her eyes were closed and all she could truely feel was Galient's presence and the sound of the notes drifting through the house. Bianca climbed up on the couch to watch her play, she knew better than to make a sound. Ophelia was in her element and had no intention of letting go quite yet.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 22, 2009 12:08:02 GMT -8
Galient watched Bianca jump onto the sofa and sit quietly, watching and listening to Ophelia intently. Galient smiled and sat down cross-legged while setting his guitar into his lap. He strummed quietly, trying to keep Ophelia in her mood, and began to go through the beginning notes of Blackbird by The Beatles. He hummed the notes while hitting them gently.
He stopped mid-song to listen to Ophelia. He'd never been with a musician, not one with such a classical background as hers. Only hip-hop wannabes, punk-rock groupies and a little bit of opera singers. He laughed outwardly, Ophelia wouldn't fit in any of those groups. He composed himself and played random notes along the strings as he looked back and forth from Ophelia to Bianca to Ophelia's violin. At least his afterlife would be peaceful, he thought happily.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 22, 2009 12:18:07 GMT -8
Ophelia smiled as she heard Galient strum "Blackbird". That had always been her favorite Beatles tune from their later albums. When he stoped she continued where he let off, humming the words in her head. Opening her eyes, she focuses soley on him. The look on her face was very content, devoid of anything painful or sad. Only peace.
Truth be told, her style had developed from classical and baroque to more modern tunes. More in the genre of goth music maybe. Her roots in music were still pretty strong. For someone who had lived through the most indeering history of the world, she had seen many things and had been many things. Her music evolved like she did, but only to get better and better.
When she had finished playing "Blackbird", she took on a more energetic song. One with rippling chords and dissonent tones. It was a song called "Field of Stars" which she had learned only a month before. It was aptly named. Every note might sent one spinning into galaxies unknown and leave you breathless.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 22, 2009 12:37:34 GMT -8
Galient recognized the song completely. He'd been introduced to it before but couldn't remember when or where. It had always reminded him of possibly classical cruise ship songs. Odd, he thought as he listened. There was nothing he could do but listen to her play. A small smile slid slowly across his face as he remembered it perfectly. He began to hum quietly, so much he couldn't hear himself humming.
He felt himself sigh as he remembered when he had been introduced to this song and why it reminded him of ships. When he was younger, perhaps twelve or a year older, he had been walking through a park in Oregon when he heard a street performer playing it with his violin. It was by a beach and the ships were all coasting away and to the docks. It had been sunset and he could still feel the mist that blew up onto his face from the ocean. He closed his eyes and remembered that day. The young blonde man who had been playing the song. He hadn't looked like a poor homeless man, just a guy trying to find some money perhaps. He remembered all of the young couples who strolled through the park and the new family with the baby in the stroller that walked past Galient. He also remembered being alone. Alone in that beautiful park with nothing to comfort him but the sound of the song and the ocean's waves hitting the rocks. That was also the day that Galient had shed his last tear, the day he vowed to hunt the hunters of the world. To commit his life to extreme danger and to submit himself to a life of lonliness.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 22, 2009 12:58:46 GMT -8
A content sigh crossed her lips as she finished the song and slid down the wall to sit on the ground. Crossing her ankles, she smiled at him, placing her violin in her lap. Bianca jumped off the couch and gave an adoring mew before nuzzling her head against Ophelia's arm.
There was a calm that drifted over the house. A silence in which they could only hear the chirping of the birds and sound of the wind whistling through the trees. Ophelia sighed softly and leaned her head back against the wall.
The clock on the opposite wall read a quarter to one. The day was going by quickly, yet too slowly. For Ophelia at least. She couldn't help but wonder what Galient was thinking about at that moment, but had some silly fear of asking him for some reason. I won't ask dear, but do continue to play. The words echoed through her mind as she tilted her head, smiling at him sweetly.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 22, 2009 13:20:49 GMT -8
Galient could feel Ophelia's eyes on him, so he opened his eyes and saw her smiling at him kindly. He felt the urge to play something as he smiled back. He strummed his guitar and started to play "Vegas Skies" by The Cab. He'd learned on his own, obviously, and he played it perfectly as he watched Ophelia and Bianca across from him. He began to sing.
"It's twelve o' clock and I need your attention It's like the alcohol making my head spin Send me the wine the room is a bottle Keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow
"And if tonight ever makes a difference The way that I feel the way that I'll remember it I'll take this down until the glass remains Swallow the words that I was meant to say
"It's a long drive back to Vegas skies So why don't, I make one more wrong turn tonight, So
"Say goodnight our first goodbye I've only got forever and forever is fine Just take your time We'll stop the clock together And know that the timing was right"
He stopped singing but kept strumming the notes, possibly waiting for Ophelia to continue or for her to start a new song. It seemed peaceful now, that he was humming and playing his guitar. He had always felt this way when he was playing guitar, but now that Ophelia was here, he would never feel lonely. Hopfully anyway, he thought. All of his melancholy feelings had gone far away from him and he was only focusing on the notes he played and Ophelia's bright blue eyes looking back at him.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 22, 2009 13:38:24 GMT -8
Ophelia smiled as he sang to her. An emence feeling of joy flooded through her. The thought of never being alone again made her want to cry. Not for sorrow of course, but for joy. I will be stuck with this person for eternity and I will never have a miserable thought again. That sounded more naive than Ophelia wished it to in her head.
When he finished she had the over whelming urge to lay her head on his shoulder. With that, she scooted over next to him carefully, being fully aware of the white dress she was wearing. She plunked herself down next to him and smiled as she nuzzled her head on his shoulder. I feel like I'm taking a few pointers from Bianca, she giggled in her head. She had left her violin on on the amp, but would take it if she needed to. You have a great voice Galient, a very nice baritone.
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Post by Galient Latrec Irigatore on Jun 24, 2009 15:02:00 GMT -8
He felt her warmth on his shoulder and he smiled. He started to play random notes, just trying to figure out whatsong to play next. He smiled when he thought of a song that he had heard of when he was much younger when he had just started to figure out about his Irish heritage. The Pogues, one of his favorite bands, had a song called "Love You 'Til The End" and he had memorized it. It was the very first song that he had learned on his guitar as a kid. He strummed the first notes and began to sing, a little sad that he hadn't played it in so long:
"I just want to see you When you're all alone I just want to catch you if I can I just want to be there When the morning light explodes On your face it radiates I can't escape I love you till the end
I just want to tell you nothing You don't want to hear All I want is for you to say Why don't you just take me Where I've never been before I know you want to hear me Catch my breath I love you till the end
I just want to be there When we're caught in the rain I just want to see you laugh not cry I just want to feel you When the night puts on its cloak I'm lost for words don't tell me All I can say I love you till the end"
He chuckled a little when he sang and when he was done he set his guitar on his lap, belly-up, and put his arm around her. He liked the silence. Sometimes it was better not to talk when you were with someone. You could appreciate them more, admire them more. He sighed and kissed the top of Ophelia's head. He looked at the window and saw the sun, high in the sky. Still a while to go, he thought sadly. While his right arm was around Ophelia his other arm was gliding across the body of his guitar, feeling the slick, black paint on it and the tightened, golden strings that was a centimeter from the body. He rubbed his head on Ophelia's gently and moaned softly. He stared back at his wrists, examining the scars but also the bracelets he had. Brown leather twined by a braid together hung on his wrist, also a couple of silver and blue topaz twisted braclets swang without making any sounds on his wrists. He'd never really thought about it, but he reminded himself of Gerry Kennedy a lot. It seemed almost scary.
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Post by Ophelia Van Koehn on Jun 24, 2009 16:38:16 GMT -8
Ophelia smiled and kissed his cheek. She's heard this song before when she had been walking through central park one night a few years ago. A boy, singing and playing to a girl, just like now. She had thought it was sweet and hoped that one day someone might sing for her. Here she was.
When he had finished, a song popped into her head. "Who's to Say" by Vanessa Carlton to be exact. That's what this situation reminded her of, a sort of struggle between what was wrong to society and what was right to them. I never really thought about how controversial this was, oh well. Nuzzling softly on to Galient's shoulder, and sang in a quiet voice.
"Stand up straight Do your trick Turn on the stars Jupiter
I shine so bright When you're around They tell us slow down We're too young We need to grow Speed's the key 'Cause they don't know Who we are
And who's to say We're not good enough And who's to say That this is not our love
Mother don't Tell me friends are the ones that I lose 'Cause they bleed before you And sometimes family Are the ones You choose It's too late now I hold on to this life I've found
And who's to say We're not good enough And who's to say That this is not our love
And you say we're to young But maybe you're too old to remember And I try to pretend But I just feel it when we're together
And if you don't believe me Then you never really knew us You never really knew..."
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