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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 10, 2010 19:08:40 GMT -5
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Rachel walked into the empty classroom. It was late afternoon, others were eating, or working on homework Rachel decided that she wanted to play the piano. She had made her way from dinner, and up the staircase. It didn't take long, she was getting used to the hall ways and she didn't get lost that easily anymore. She had Crimson to thank for that, he had been helping her so much, though she couldn't tell him to take a break, but because he wouldn't allow it, as her butler he didn't like to leave her side, and she didn't mind he was good company.
Sliding onto the glossy black seat Rachel looked at the glossy black piano in front of her. It looked like the one she had at home, she learned to play from her mother. Closing her eyes she could just imagine the hours with the sun shining through the window onto the piano. Her mother's gentle but agile hands sliding over the keys, and a young Rach watching in amazement. So many times Rachel tried to out play her mother, but it wasn't possible, because she was trying to beat her mother, not actually play from the heart. That was the one thing her mother had always told her to play from the heart, not from the brain.
Placing her hands onto the ivory keys she started to gently play the song her mother had always played to her. It was a lullaby that her mother had created when Rachel was a young girl. Rachel loved the song, and she had learned to play it by heart. It was soft, and the range wasn't very high. It was rather soothing to hear, hence the reason it was a lullabye. Rachel of course wasn't as good as her mother, but closing her eyes she left her heart take over, she left her heart control her fingers. To Rach it was the best time she had ever played the song.
The last few notes hung in the air and Rachel stayed completely still, and she kept her eyes closed. It felt like she was with her mother again. "Elle va aller mieux." (She will get better) Rachel was confident that her mother would get better, she had too. This was the moment when she felt the loneliest, even though she was surrounded by people that cared about her. Her father Demetrious, Nello, Crimson. "Je t'aime maman." (I love you mother) Rachel sighed softly, her mother was doing ok the treatment was working for now, she didn't have to worry, but times like this made her worry even more that she wouldn't get anymore of them.
Staying at the piano she took a deep breathe and she got ready to go, either that or play another song. She didn't really know yet, she was still a little struck from playing the lullabye, but she knew she could not let things like that get to her like they did. They made her weak and she couldn't be weak infront of Crimson or Nello, or her mother, it would hurt them all to see her fretting over something so small, even though it wasn't. Cancer wasn't small not at all. Sighing again she shifted on the seat to get up and leave.
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Post by AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE on Mar 10, 2010 20:53:42 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - [/b][/size] - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/size][/center] Music. The beautiful lusciousness of melodies all vibrantly mixing together in a large smorgasbord. The notes were never two of the same, unique in their own high-pitched or low-pitched tunes, weaving in and out of each other gracefully, producing the product that people called “music”. The intensity of the various quarter notes jumbled precariously with the eighteenth notes heavily influenced the significance of the melody, italicizing specific shrieking waves and calming notes of the song. At the chorus, the resonance would climb its ever-scaling peak where, in the middle of it all, one who was in tune with it completely would be lost in the beauty of it. Dictionaries would say “the tones or sounds employed, occurring in single line (melody) or multiple lines (harmony), and sounded or to be sounded by one or more voices or instruments, or both”. Rather complicated and rather sturdy; inflexible and leaving no room for voice or opinion. This would differ from person to person, but the one thing that was sure to be in common between the two worlds of music would be something as simplistic as one word: art. Music was an art form, able to be expressed in so many forms, each unique to individuals. Irregardless, it was something he enjoyed, if not the closest thing to “love” he could ever feel.
Classical music was Amadeo’s forte, both in ways of listening to it and playing with it. Even at a young age, he’d already had an affinity towards musical instruments in general, his talents ranging from the piano, to the violin, to the flute, to the trumpet, to the clarinet, and so much more. He’d learned these rather quickly, spanning only about a year or even less to fully master each one. It was no wonder then that he’d carried this enjoyment even to this life. “This life” usually pointed out the newer expanse of his journey in life, one that began anew when he had been enrolled in Butler School. Although all the memories before, during, and some moments after the large fire that had cost him his parents were now buried somewhere in the deep recesses of his brain, some of the more prominent enjoyable moments and interests remained with him. One of these was music.
It wasn’t odd then that the butler suddenly had an urge to practice an instrument at this time of the day. The job today was rather... missing in action, as one could say. It was lunchtime, and that meant that most of the ladies – including the first years – were crammed in their little rooms or in the massive cafeteria or in the spacious gardens of the school to energize and nourish themselves. It would have been his duty to tend to them, of course, but they’d shunned him aside in favour of more pleasant reverie, such as exchanging scandalous gossip with their friends. Now that was something he would gladly bow out of; he had no interest whatsoever in the petty little behind-the-scene actions that these girls were too undisciplined to avoid. In favour of keeping his sanity, he’d reverted to calming and occupying himself with the practice of his favourite instrument: the violin.
Making a quick pit stop to his meagre but sufficient dorm, Amadeo grabbed his instrument of choice and made his way towards the second floor music room. There was sure to be no one in sight, and as he passed the hallowed halls of the first floor and up the escalator to the higher level (yes, there were elevators in this school; the ladies were too pompous and lazy to climb up those things called stairs) he found his hypothesis to be proved true. The silence was almost unbearable, and light buzzing sound distinct amidst the empty rooms. One could be driven insane by such a lack of sound, but to the butler clad in black, it was music to his ears. It was oh so rare to have a moment or two to himself with all his usual demands, and so this silence was truly welcome to him. Or it would have been silence, save for the sounds that started floating out from the very room he had been aiming to enter.
It was a melodious symphony, obviously done through the tingling strings of a piano. It was short and sweet, but someone like him could appreciate the beauty of the notes interlacing with one another, creating the hymn of beauty. Drawn to it almost like a moth to the flame, Amadeo reached out towards the door knob, his white gloves squeaking noiselessly against the metal as he turned it and entered the room. Now he had been expecting a teacher or some other more experienced and mature person to have been at the seat of the melody, but was more surprised to see nothing less than a female student here. He entered just in time to hear her mutter some words – obviously personal matters – but he couldn’t make out the specific words. With rather delighted and intrigued eyes he approached her from behind, his footsteps barely making a sound and within a few seconds, he rooted himself directly behind her. Her body language suggested that she was to leave soon, but now that he’d seen another music lover, it would be a rather large blow to let her leave like this. Plus, he had a job to do.
Arms reached out around the girl’s back, almost as though in an embrace. Lightly lifting her hands with his own and placing them on the back on the piano, a sly smile made its way on his face, seductive and looking purely innocent. “...But if you play this chorus with these notes instead, you’ll produce a more life-like melody...” As he said so, he moved her hands along with hers, smoothly against the keys. [/color] [/size][/font][/blockquote] tag ; ; rach <3 words ; ; 976 muse ; ; fluctuating T_T music ; ; none comments ; ; -evil laugh-! [/size]
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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 11, 2010 0:00:31 GMT -5
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One bad thing about getting lost in music is one can't hear someone come up behind them. So when Amadeo came up behind her, Rachel didn't notice until his arms were around her and having her fingers play across the keys. The suddenness of someone coming up behind her made her squeak softly and jump slightly. Rachel sometimes startled easily, it depended on whether or not she was in her own little world or not. Or distracted by the lovely memories of the past. They were very distracting actually, but Rach was easy to sneak up on, Nello had done it on several occasions.
“...But if you play this chorus with these notes instead, you’ll produce a more life-like melody...” He seemed to know the song, or was very talented in music. "Have you heard this song before sir?" She certainly was curious as to if he had heard the song before, for she had thought her mother had wrote it for Rachel, maybe she was wrong. Then there was the possiblity that he was highly talented in music, which seemed more likely too her. Trying to turn and see who it was she tried to go by voice alone, which was more difficult. Rachel had determined that it was not Crimson though, he sounded different, and of course he would address her first, so as to not startle her.
Then the thought dawned on her, what if there was a class in the room soon, it would have been smart too look into that. Being smart though, Rachel had figured that everyone was a lunch, which meant that this man was also not at lunch. She wanted to ask if he was going to use the room and if she was intruding, but she didn't want to interupt the playing it would be rude. Though she assumed that the man was a butler, and therefore she technically was considered higher than he was, but she never really bothered to think of status like that. "I'm sorry were you going to use the room?" Rachel would be highly embaressed if someone was going to be using the room after all.
Finally successfully turning without anything awkward happening she got to look at the man that had snuck up on her. He was taller than her, like Crimson, and his hair was a dark black like hers. He was handsome too, but that seemed to be a trait that most butlers had. If she was a boy crazy girl then going to the academy would have been the best thing ever, but she wasn't boy crazy. Rachel normally tried to show no interest in any boys, and focus on her studies. But like most girls she did secretly wish to find mister right and be in love, though that didn't mean she would fall for the first handsome butler at the academy. Rachel liked to think she was looking more for a certain personality than looks. Sure this man was handsome but if his smile showed seduction like Rachel had thought, well then she wasn't going to fall for looks.
So turning back to the piano since it was rude to stare, Rachel tried to sit as still as possible, she was a lady, and squirming was not a part of being a lady. She was learning fast on what it was like, and now more than in her first year, she tried to actually be a lady. Though she thought that before she had been a lady but now she seemed to be more serious about it, maybe it was because she had an actual butler. Rachel did want to impress Crimson, and make things easier on him. Rachel would be polite and leave if she was needed to leave, or if requested to stay she would stay, it was easy to say she was highly confused.
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Post by AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE on Mar 11, 2010 9:13:08 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - [/b][/size] - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/size][/center] Cunning and wily were the two words that could very well describe this person’s personality. Never been one for holding back his words, Amadeo could be very well your best friend or your worst enemy, depending on when you’d have caught him. He could not differentiate between enemy and friend, although there would be some stray, highly indiscernible line between two. That wasn’t to say he hated everyone; no, he wasn’t a sour old troll like that. More so that he didn’t exactly know how to socialize, given all those years of being secluded in his little corner of isolation. He’d carried that on, and seeing as how he hadn’t or wouldn’t bother to learn, it had moulded him into this rather careless person who had no disregard for others’ feelings. That was exactly why sneaking behind the lady at the piano didn’t seem too bad an idea for him. It came a little too naturally, like a reflex even. Ah, but the spoils of music. One could even say that his big weakness, although he’d never actually admit that to anyone. Nothing but the facade of a high class butler would ever leave these lips of his, regardless of the other person’s stature.
Slender digits gently arose from his arms and onto the female’s, placing them back onto the piano and playing himself a melodious tune. From his actions, he acquired a squeak from the other party; an expected reaction, to be sure. At least she had enough control over herself not to scream or throw a fit. Ah, would that not have been pleasant? His arms still around her, he spoke, his fingers still guiding hers across the ivory keys without so much as a glance at them. That was how much he’d mastered the piano. “Ah, no I have not. But in essence, music has a similar core, upon which the different melodies are based. No matter the song, an idealistic musician would always be able to improve it, and help it delve into more beautiful and touching heights.”
Amadeo was amazed at the girl’s will to hold herself together despite the close contact, not that he’d given that little tidbit more than a passing second of thought. Most other ladies would have shrugged him away, yelled at him for being rude and disrupting them, or just fainted right then and there. He was amazed at her endurance, truly, and for that, a new game of his would start – to see how much she could push her without her breaking. And she didn’t seem like the type to give in too easily, either.
The melodious tunes filled the room, overcoming the silence that had been lingering in the halls before. A few more notes were played, the high-pitched shrill of the piano keys screaming as the improvised song neared its very end. And finally, it was over, the silence once more instilling itself in their hearts, minds and ears. It was disorienting, but not particularly bothersome to the man who preferred the lavish lack of sound.
Retracting his arms from around her, Amadeo cocked his head sideways, taken aback by her next question. Ah, so she thought that there was to be someone else to use this room. Silly woman. The thought that came to mind to describe her personality here and now was “considerate”. This was a trait in which Amadeo thought was rather rare in an Academy full of rich kids like this. Most of them would have had everything given to them at their leisures, and as thus, they would not had any chance nor practice (nor will, even) to consider how others felt or what they wanted. It truly a brisk change of pace from the ladies he’d been serving under the year so far. It intrigued him enough, yes, and it truly added a new flavour to the game he was about to play. “Why, no I’m not, my Lady. I had regarded myself to be alone here, actually, to play myself some music. I did not know that there would be someone else here. I do apologize if I have disturbed you. [/color]” Amadeo’s eyes landed on the female’s own bright ones as she finally seemed to have garnered the will to turn around and face him. He could feel her observing him, a habit none too rare among the female populace here. From his own observations, she didn’t seem the least bit fazed about his appearance which was, again, another rare thing here. He smiled to himself, a more innocent upturn of his muscles this time as he thought about just how much more interesting the game had become. After all, where was the fun in something without any resistance? He would surely thank this lady later for providing him some amusement. Never forgetting his manners and the fact that he was in the presence of a lady, he bowed. “ I have yet to introduce myself. I am Amadeo Robespierre, at your service, my Lady. May I inquire as to yours, and as to your purpose here?[/color]” As he said his last words, he stood up straight, his own crimson eyes mesmerizing as they bore into the female, that soft, liquid color. [/color] [/size][/font][/blockquote] tag ; ; rach <3 words ; ; 871 muse ; ; alright music ; ; none comments ; ; hokai not as long xD [/size]
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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 11, 2010 19:16:36 GMT -5
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Rachel let her hands play along with his hands. It wasn't like he was making her or anything. Then again she assumed he was a butler, so technically he couldn't make her do anything. She technically had more power than he did, though Rachel didn't consider things that way. He did seem to have an interesting twist to her mother's lullabye. Sure he had snuck up on her and didn't seem to have any restraint on invading her personal space, but it also reminded her of how her mother had taught her to play the piano. "You are very good sir." He seemed to be much more experienced than she was.
His next statement made it clear that he was highly talented in the subject of music. Rachel nodded her head lightly, though her bias made her love her mother's orignial piece more than this new variation. His fingers were also slender and agile across the keys like her mother's. Rachel's were slender and agile, but she was still mastering the part of playing from her heart and not from practice. "You are well trained in music I see." She held back a laugh just listening to the notes. It wasn't hard to focus on the notes, but the fact that they were different from what she was used too she had to try harder not to mess up, and let her heart control her fingers.
As the music quieted he removed his arms from around her. She was sure that if Crimson had been there, he would not have let the other butler come that close to Rachel, especially in that way. Shaking her head lightly at his words she attempted to smile softly while looking at him now. "No it is fine, I had been getting ready to leave. You had not disturbed me." She shrugged her shoulders lightly, she was fine that he had came in, it was interesting to hear the variation. Of course she had appeared rude, which was not something she enjoyed. Rach liked to believe she was kind, and polite.
Standing from the seat she returned his bow with a curtsy. She was in another white dress, she seemed to wear white more often than other colors. "Je m'appelle Rachel Marie Beaumont, as a second year lady, I felt the need to practice my piano skills." (My name is...) She did not need to ask why he was there, for he had answered that earlier, simply he had just wanted to play some music too. His eyes were a interesting crimson color and she had to hold back another laugh. His eyes reminded her of Crimson, but she felt rather short next to Amadeo. "It is a pleasure to meet you Amadeo Robespierre"
Rachel moved away from the piano. "If you would like I could leave sir." She didn't want to disturb him with his playing, he had came in after her own playing so he hadn't disturbed her. It would only be respectful afterall, and Rach really disliked being rude.
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Post by AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE on Mar 11, 2010 21:32:33 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - [/b][/size] - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/size][/center] “I thank you for the compliment, my Lady. It is truly rare for one such as I,” came the butler’s gentle voice. His tone was serious – biding the fact that this was indeed not a lie – mixed with a very practiced tone of innocence and self-pity. No, he was not pitying himself although his voice would imply such a thing, but this was his way of getting the other party to feel like he had let his guard down by letting them in on an intimate detail of his life (which really, it wasn’t, but it was what the other thought that counted). Accompanying that, even the features of his face was twisted into a mask not unlike that of a puppy-pout, his eyes cast down as though in embarrassment and humility for being bestowed upon a terrific compliment. With practised expertise, crimson irises focused on the ground, shaking as though unable to make eye contact. The whole look wasn’t done in a matter that it made him look completely pathetic and useless, but enough to make him look pitiable to an extent that would melt even the hardest hearts. Whether she would fall for it or not now would be the biggest response soon to come.
With an eager and adept mind, Amadeo replied to the lady’s casual comment on his playing. But of course it was expected for someone like him. Already an instrumental prodigy from a young age, it was only natural for his genius to be further taken to new heights via the vicious training at Butler Academy. Not only was it a requirement to be able to clean, cook, play sports, and various other butler-related chores, one also had to be able to have an “extra” activity. Most of those that attended immediately went into music, although others went into acting or some such nonsense. Yes, he was proficient in acting too, but it had held no interest to him, and thus he’d chosen the music route. There, he spent almost every waking hour practicing (when he wasn’t being trained in the “way of the butler”, of course) and just practicing, almost to a point where he even dreamt music. All those years of hard work despite being a genius paid for certainly, and that was proved daily, especially now, with his insane ability to further take already existing melodies into new heights. However, those such works by famous composers like Bach, Mozart, etc., he would not dare touch. They were like dainty vases to him, already on the precipice. If he were to add more, he would either totally take it to a new level, or completely destroy it – not a risk he was willing to take for his favourites. “Ah, not so much. I’m just someone who’s a little too interested in it. Heh. [/color]” Yet another humble comment, although it was something he was extremely proud of. A soft smile returned the female’s own, as she replied in a manner he did not expect. Ah, but he had. Had it been the other way around, whereupon someone would stumble upon him in his deepest moments of musical reverie, he would have sent them away, irregardless of their status. Amadeo marvelled at the girl’s adherence. Even within this close of a proximity, she did not seem to waver, and was even able to offer up a decent reply. Good thing, too. It looked like she wasn’t as hopeless and useless as all these other unintelligent women in the school. With a sigh of pretend relief leaving his lips, the smile of his contorted into a more relaxed one. “ That’s good. I thought perhaps that I had. [/color]” As she stood up, Amadeo took it upon himself to observe the female before him, as he always did with any sort of foreign company. Dressed from head to toe in that divine white color, she was like an angel and he, the demon. Their colors clashed completely, showing perhaps the difference in not only their exteriors, but interiors as well. It was like war, the dark, menacing colour of black attempting to completely overpower the untainted white, but without much success. Side by side however, the two colors truly complimented each other, their contrasting traits becoming the most beautiful thing about them. She was a sight to behold – even he had to admit, for as long as half a second, this thought crossed his mind – but not much else could be revealed about her appearance-wise. From her previous actions, he could tell she was brave, sturdy, polite and somewhat opposed to displeasing others (as was brought about by her earlier question). A little too nice for his taste, but not to an extreme that she could be easily swayed by easy means: the perfect game for him. “ The pleasure is mine, Lady Beaumont[/color],” he said, coming out of his bow and flashing her with a dazzling smile. “ That’s fine and well, my Lady. One can never have too much practice, after all. [/color]” His eyes were blazing with fiery intensity, unleashing some of their attractive force on the female. “ Ah, do not leave.[/color]” The look on his face made it almost impossible to refuse his request. “ At least, do not do so for my sake. You were here first, after all. However, as nothing but a humble butler, I should be the one to ask that.[/color]” He paused, taking a step toward her. “ Now, my Lady, shall I take my leave, or will you have me?[/color]”[/color] [/size][/font][/blockquote] tag ; ; rach <3 words ; ; 921 muse ; ; took forever... music ; ; none comments ; ; lol @ kuroshitsuji demon reference xD [/size]
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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 15, 2010 11:44:46 GMT -5
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She had complimented him and he in turn looked pitiful, she shifted her feet lightly, he definitely seemed strange to her. "It is only true sir." Though she did wonder if she had offended him, then she would feel bad, but things happened, especially when one did not know the person they were conversing with well. Amadeo seemed like a nice guy, and strong, but yet he looked so pitiful, it was enough to confuse her a bit.
Rachel smiled and held back a light laugh, he was modest, and a lover of music, he could possibly get along well with her mother. "Well, I would like to hear you play some time." She had the time so he could probably play for her now, but she was not going to demand him of it. Curious though she did wonder what types of music he liked to play, Rachel didn't know enough to play more than her mother's lullabye without having to concentrate on higher levels. Sometimes when she was feeling lazy, it was a lot of work to concentrate like that, she did like to play but she didn't love it as much as Amadeo did apparently.
His return smile was clear too her due to the close proximity, which she finally noticed, and she looked away from him. She managed to keep a blush from her face though. It was easy to say that the only romance Rachel ever dreamed of was in her dreams, and of course her favorite romance novels. When it came to the real world she was clueless, and shy, never being able to do anything. Not to mention for so long she had had her father standing at her back so the boys would stay away. Shaking her head lightly she smiled softly again. "Not at all." He hadn't intruded or intterupted her at all, so he didn't have to worry.
Amadeo was wearing the usual butler attire that most wore, a black suit, though sometimes she would see a butler in white instead. It had become a habit to her, and she was mostly always wearing white, purple, or blue. She did have a favorite of hers that was a light blue dress with white trimming. It was simple but she loved it. Smiling again though Rachel yet again shook her head, she didn't mind it when people used her last name, but it was always a preference to have her first name used instead. "You can call me Rachel, please." Most butlers still added on the lady, but she prefered Lady Rachel, to lady Beaumont. Though she made the mistake of looking into his eyes as he asked her not to leave, and her heart skipped a beat, and she looked away yet again. "Of course, Mr. Robespierre." She couldn't resist, she would stay, and maybe hear him play, she was definitely curious as to how well he could play. Though as he took another step towards her, she instinctively took a step back, only a little one and she hoped that it did not offend him that she had taken that step backwards.
Still looking away she wondered if she was to apologize, though she figured Amadeo as a butler would be apologizing to her. Rach didn't like to offend people, she tried to be nice so they would be nice in return, but then again Amadeo was a butler, he had to worry about the ladies, not himself. Trying not to shake her head again to clear her thought she looked back to Amadeo and smiled, trying to clear any awkwardness she might have created.
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Post by AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE on Mar 15, 2010 19:59:48 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - [/b][/size] - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/size][/center] The mood in the room was not tense; in fact, it was far from it. The silence gave way to the more serene and relaxing mood he was trying to accomplish, but alone, he could not do it. It was also thanks to this lady’s willingness to have him in her company that truly set it apart, that made come true what would have just been a plan in his head ever since he’d been drawn in the by music and had seen her sitting by her lonesome on a piano, no less. One could even say romantic, but concluding that would be beyond him right now. If any scientist knew best, it would be to take things one at a time, slowly, to achieve the expected and desired result. Rush through things too fast, and you were bound to end up with nothing but a pile of dust, failure, and disappointment. He would not stand for anything more than success, especially because his new game had begun, and already, it was an interesting one at that. Never before had he failed to conquer the heart of those he willingly “fought” for, as sappy romance novels would say. This one would be no exception to his already growing and enormous list, although from the looks of things, it may have been a little different in regards to time. It just didn’t look like she’d give in too easily, judging the strong will that was exuding from this girl, the will that she was proving just by being in such close proximity to him without so much as a blush or a nervous chuckle or hair twirling. Mind blazing with already a hundred plans and courses of action, all he needed to do was move in for the kill. It would only be a matter of time until she walked into the trap, and when she was caught, there would be no escape. Or at least, that’s what he thought – ever the optimistic thinker, he was.
Eyelids shut halfway as he assessed the female’s reaction to his facial expression. No doubt she thought she had insulted him, as she seemed the type to be oversensitive to others’ feelings, especially of those she just met or wasn’t quite acquainted with – him, being the prime example in all this. He shook his head piteously, as though rejecting the compliment, black tresses shaking in the wind as he did so. The action was gentle, not in a way that he would look like he was just outright vehemently denying the compliment, because of course, on the inside, he wasn’t. He already knew to what extent his musical prowess reached. “Ah, I do not deserve such praise, but I thank you nevertheless, my Lady”, he smiled, nothing but pure gentleness and humility in his tone, as though his very voice was fragile. A bow was performed in front of the lady, and when he emerged from it, the look on his face was one of remorse now. “Please do not think you have offended me; there is no need for that look. I was just, ah, surprised, as one could bluntly put it. [/color]” The look he spoke of was one he had easily observed forming on her face, although to a less keen eye, it would have passed as nothing. But rarely anything escaped his eyes, if anything at all. The plan was surely going according to plan, most especially due to the fact that Lady Beaumont had offered to listen to him play. Now one could ask, how so? Well, simply put, there was a difference between how someone acted towards an acquaintance, a friend, and a complete stranger. As a stranger, one would be more likely to ignore his/her requests, and as a friend, there was also the possibility of being ignored due to the familiarity between the two parties. However with an acquaintance, one would do their best to be extremely polite, and that meant that getting to know each other wasn’t that far off. This was exactly what the lady was doing, which, in conclusion, was one of the positive results of his plan thus far. “ It would be my pleasure to do so. Anything for the lady, if she so desires it.[/color]” Again, the female had rejected any sort of more predictable action despite his actions. A sly smile played on his lips as she did so, replied by him only through a nod of his head. This acknowledged the fact that he understood that he was welcome in this room (as he should be, this room was open for all, after all). He proceeded to move forward, closer to her and the piano, his elegant steps barely making a sound against the floor. If he had learned one thing, it was to “tread lightly”, whatever the purpose of that was for. It was just another useless skill he’d had to learn at Butler School. Rachel, then? No, he could not call her that. Aside from the greetings and introductions, butlers were always taught to refer to their ladies with the utmost respect. That being said, he could not just come right out and use her first name like that, not at least until he was more comfortable with doing so. He’d never called any lady by her first name, for that matter, now that he thought about it. There was always “lady” or “mistress” in there somewhere; he’d done it so many times that it was nothing but a reflex to him. But now, dragging his mind back to the matter at hand, he would refuse to call her just that, at least without the proper title. “ Then I do hope Lady Rachel suits your fancy, young miss. I’m not quite used to referring to others without their titles, you see, especially with those of your beauty and stature.[/color]” The word beauty was emphasized, and with a smirk that did not appear on his features, he thought, ‘ Trap one, set.’, although a sincere smile did show as a mirror to what he was really thinking on the inside. A confused look appeared on his face as a step forward earned him a step back from her. Tch. Had something gone awry? What had he done wrong? Looking back, he could not find any sort of flaw in his previous actions, and so he could only finally attribute it to the lady’s one reflex, her own reaction to anyone getting close to her, perhaps? A hurt smile crossed his face (fake, of course), his eyes looking taken aback by her seemingly offensive actions. Although a smile later followed soon after, Amadeo would not let her forget her “mistake”, and he would play that card, like the master manipulator he was. Eyes deflected back to the floor, not making eye contact with her before a low voice spoke, filled with sadness. “ Have I offended you, my Lady? I... do apologize. I shall leave at your discretion.[/color]” With a bow, he turned on his heel and got ready to exit the room, moving with almost exaggerated slowness. When his back had been turned to her, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.[/color] [/size][/font][/blockquote] tag ; ; rach <3 words ; ; 1200 muse ; ; didn't even notice I hit that number <.< music ; ; none comments ; ; the charm's on. Bwuahaha.. [/size]
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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 19, 2010 13:07:56 GMT -5
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Rachel blinked a couple of times, he looked upset. "Ah uhm." She blushed slightly, what she was supposed to say, sorry? But she meant the compliments. "Oh, well your welcome." That was all that she could muster up, she was shocked that he seemed so sad that she had complimented him, she wanted to reach out and touch him, to help encourage him that he deserved the compliment but she held her hand back, trying to replace the confusion with that of compassion.
Amadeo's game, though Rachel did not know that he was playing any sort of game, was confusing Rachel but interesting her at the same time. She wanted to learn more about Amadeo, and see if there was a way to whipe the remorse from his face, she didn't know that she was falling into his trap, but she was and a part of her tried to catch herself, without realizing it. The almost tortured expression on his face made Rachel's heart ache. Sighing softly she resisted shaking her head. She wanted to help him, even though she had just met him.
Smiling though when he said that he would play for her. "I don't have a particular song in mind, so whatever you would like." Rachel would like to him play, he had showed her a beautiful add on to her mother's lullabye, so she was intrueged to see what he could play for her. Rachel likeing all kinds of music was interested and what kinds might be more of a favorite to Amadeo. Everyone had their own particular interests of course.
Rachel smiled and nodded when he called her Lady Rachel. "Thank you, Lady Rachel is much better." She prefered her own name to her last, and it made her happy when the butlers agreed to call her lady Rachel instead of lady Beaumont. Though she called most of the butlers, sir, or Mr. She liked to be polite, it was part of being a lady, but it must seem odd to prefer to be called Rachel. Maybe one day she could convince a butler to call her lady Rach, now that would be a feat within itself. The beauty mark flew right over her head though, since she was just happy that he would call her lady Rachel.
He started to leave and Rachel shook her head no and grabbed his arm to stop him, not hard of course, not that Rachel was very strong. "Oh no please, don't go, I'm sorry." She blushed and hoped he wouldn't leave, she hadn't gotten to hear him play something yet, and she knew that she had offened him, and now she wanted to make it up to him. "You have not offended me, just a nervous reaction, I'm sorry." Rachel was turning more of a bright cherry red as she admitted that she had been a tad nervous with him coming even closer to her. "Please, won't you stay?" Rachel felt horrible that she had offended him, she wanted to make it up to him, even though she was supposed to be the one with a higher authority. Rachel wanted to think of her and Amadeo, and other butlers as equals, not her 'slaves'. Looking down at her feet she tried to think of a way to apologize better than she had, she felt more an more like she had been digging herself a hole, a deep one.
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Post by AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE on Mar 19, 2010 22:04:14 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - [/b][/size] - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/size][/center] “Of course, my Lady,” he muttered. “With pleasure. I live to serve. [/color]” Simplistic sentences, they were, but they were enough to satisfy the lady’s comments, both regarding the song she requested him to play, as well as regarding her apparent approval toward her more formal title, as one could put it. It was a little too easy to please her, Amadeo noted with a tinge of both bitterness and content. Bitterness, because it would mean that the game wouldn’t last for too long before she fell into his hands. Content, because it already assured his win, his success, and ultimately, her demise. Frankly saying, even he did not know why he played mind games with these girls, but he’d usually associate it with the fact that he had nothing else to do. He might as well have some of his own fun while being bossed around. That was alright, wasn’t it? Very much like the eye for an eye concept, but that didn’t matter much to him. He’d long lost the mind to reason and empathize with others, especially not when no one had helped or even attempted to assist him after that terrible loss in the past. Humans were selfish beings, and they all deserved to die. But since he didn’t have that killer instinct or the craziness to be fired from the job (which was the only real thing he could cling to that he had left), the closest thing he could do was sadistically torture as many people as he could mentally. Nothing much else mattered to him. He had turned to leave. Amadeo had caught that unexpected twitch of the lady’s muscles, causing her to step back when he’d made the opposite move – forward. With well planned-out tactics, he’d played this fact to his advantage, making her think that she’d somehow hurt his feelings (which she didn’t; it was rather hard to hurt him in any way recently, most especially emotionally). Exaggerated slowness wasn’t even required, because he’d already predicted what was to be the next course of action, if he read the woman right, and it looked like he had. Fingers clasped themselves around his arm, which felt frail to him, and somewhat shaky even. The smile that played on his lips was immediately erased, and his expression transformed to one of mock surprise as he slowly tilted his head towards the female, catching her eyes with his crimson ones, holding their gaze as his red irises swirled, hypnotizing. In his head, he was laughing. She was sorry? Really, this girl was too much. Was she one of those people who thought everything was their fault, and proceeded to have everyone pity them? Tch, really, because he wasn’t buying it, not even for a second. He’d seen too much of this personality to ever fall for it ever again. No one was that noble in this world; those who usually acted the way she did, did so for selfish purposes. Somehow this fact made something inside him react violently, but now was not the time to anger her. He was making too much progress right now to risk ruining his plan for his own purposes. A nervous reaction? Ah, so Amadeo had been right. It was no doubt nervousness for his proximity; a reaction he’d seen one too many times. A look of understanding crossed his face as he gently raised his other arm, his bare fingers softly caressing hers while prying it softly from his arm. He turned his body fully towards her, bowing his head as he tenderly kissed her hand for but a second. He let her hand go, smiling seductively while speaking, “ I won’t go, my Lady. Like I said before, I live to serve and please. I shall stay.[/color]” The piano beckoned him forth, and the butler immediately stepped on over to the instrument and sat. With prim and properly ungloved fingers, the man ran these digits over the ivory keys, their movements almost completely invisible as he played a complicated melody. Closing his eyes, he continued to play, no longer needing his sight to play the music. He needed only to listen to the notes to know what he was to play next. He hummed softly as he went about, and towards the song’s chorus, he muttered, “ Beauty begets beauty. Music can never be replaced. If only the world were to be as peaceful...[/color]” [/color] [/size][/font][/blockquote] tag ; ; rach <3 words ; ; 735 muse ; ; decent music ; ; Whatcha Say - Jason Derulo comments ; ; Shorter. I reeled my muse in this time. xD [/size]
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