Post by Lucius Foster on Aug 9, 2013 13:07:31 GMT -5
Lucius Foster
The Shadows protect me--for the light has given up on me
Lucius was never one that liked to go anywhere that he wasn't welcomed, but a mall was different wasn't it? It was open to anyone to enter, and it didn't seem to be that crowded as it normally would, but that wasn't something that Lucius was concerned about.
There was one thing he was concerned about that he needed to get, and that was get his violin fixed. The only music store that seem to be able to do so was in this mall, so he had no choice, but to go. He could see the shop so close to his reach if he had not been stopped.
He looked to see that a couple of girls were smiling at him, and to be honest it was a typical thing that Lucius was used to by now. Many pretty girls tended to do this--gain his attention and possibly affection if they were looking for those services.
Lucius was not in the right mood though as he quietly asked the girls to move, when one of them tried to grip at his arm. He turned to her looking at her, "please do not ever do that again...I am quite busy, and I have no time to dilly dally with the likes of you ladies....."
Lucius turned from them after heading into the music store, hearing all the things those girls had said after he left. He rolled his eyes knowing full well how girls worked--he had years to know, and he wasn't all that impressed with some girls.
The were like any other girl from the Victorian Era of Great Britain--they were always looking for something. Whether it was feelings, money, or whatever else was something that Lucius wasn't interested in. The same could be said for some men he had ran into during his travels as well.
Oh how he missed Carver.....
At least then he could place his attention on the bickering they used to do before separation. Lucius shook his head as he went to the counter laying his violin case down--it was worn out for the years he had travelled, and he agreed with the shopkeeper.
"That case has seen a lot--I'm amazed that it has not fallen apart, but then again--you look like a nice young lad that knows how to take care of his things." Oh how much he was right, except for the young part of Lucius.
Lucius looked at the man, he was older gentleman with grey touching the sides of his hair line. Wrinkles were forming at his forehead, but what caught his attention was the beating of the man's pulse. It made Lucius reel back as the shopkeeper looked at him concerned, "are you alright there?"
Lucius looked away before mumbling, "yes--could you please fix the string on the violin, I ran out a while back--so if you'd be so kind to add in extras for the additional charge....."
The shopkeeper nodded taking the violin away, and Lucius was alone now. He walked around the shop looking at the violins that were on stands as he picked on of them up. He moved it around expecting it before he let it rest against his shoulder.
He closed his eyes remembering the years that he would play for Carver. One song he remember came in particular as he suddenly started to play at the violin, his eyes closed, and his breathing slow. He listened to the song as he seem completely engulf to notice anyone else either behind him or even listening to his music.
There was one thing he was concerned about that he needed to get, and that was get his violin fixed. The only music store that seem to be able to do so was in this mall, so he had no choice, but to go. He could see the shop so close to his reach if he had not been stopped.
He looked to see that a couple of girls were smiling at him, and to be honest it was a typical thing that Lucius was used to by now. Many pretty girls tended to do this--gain his attention and possibly affection if they were looking for those services.
Lucius was not in the right mood though as he quietly asked the girls to move, when one of them tried to grip at his arm. He turned to her looking at her, "please do not ever do that again...I am quite busy, and I have no time to dilly dally with the likes of you ladies....."
Lucius turned from them after heading into the music store, hearing all the things those girls had said after he left. He rolled his eyes knowing full well how girls worked--he had years to know, and he wasn't all that impressed with some girls.
The were like any other girl from the Victorian Era of Great Britain--they were always looking for something. Whether it was feelings, money, or whatever else was something that Lucius wasn't interested in. The same could be said for some men he had ran into during his travels as well.
Oh how he missed Carver.....
At least then he could place his attention on the bickering they used to do before separation. Lucius shook his head as he went to the counter laying his violin case down--it was worn out for the years he had travelled, and he agreed with the shopkeeper.
"That case has seen a lot--I'm amazed that it has not fallen apart, but then again--you look like a nice young lad that knows how to take care of his things." Oh how much he was right, except for the young part of Lucius.
Lucius looked at the man, he was older gentleman with grey touching the sides of his hair line. Wrinkles were forming at his forehead, but what caught his attention was the beating of the man's pulse. It made Lucius reel back as the shopkeeper looked at him concerned, "are you alright there?"
Lucius looked away before mumbling, "yes--could you please fix the string on the violin, I ran out a while back--so if you'd be so kind to add in extras for the additional charge....."
The shopkeeper nodded taking the violin away, and Lucius was alone now. He walked around the shop looking at the violins that were on stands as he picked on of them up. He moved it around expecting it before he let it rest against his shoulder.
He closed his eyes remembering the years that he would play for Carver. One song he remember came in particular as he suddenly started to play at the violin, his eyes closed, and his breathing slow. He listened to the song as he seem completely engulf to notice anyone else either behind him or even listening to his music.
Tags: Rachelle | Words: should be enough| muse: piece he was playing |Credit: Delusional