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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 22, 2010 10:43:57 GMT -5
   Rachel smiled softly, almost warily. Amadeo seemed different than most butlers, and she had no idea of how she thought of him yet. He seemed nice, and handsome, but he also seemed injured in some way. Her curiosity only pushed her further to try and figure out what Amadeo was like. He almost seemed so injured that a part of him was masked. Though she didn't think that he was playing games with her, trying to please her or anything like that. To Rachel he seemed like a guy different from others and it intrigued her, to want to learn more about him. Maybe most people would find her odd, that she wanted to learn more about people, to know what they were like. Even Rachel thought that it was odd sometimes.
Amadeo had stopped and turned back towards her, taking her hand and kissing it softly, a polite, and almost what seemed to her like a submissive gesture. Most people that had to kiss the other's hand had meant that they did have the status worthy of the other, and the fact that Amadeo had done that made her feel even more guilty. She was rich, and she was a Lady, but she didn't like to consider herself better than others. She let her hand drop to her side when he let go of it. With all of her might she held back a sigh, the fact that he had stayed only because she was a Lady, and he a butler, was getting on her nerves. Some of the butlers seemed to act like they had no free will, but that was of course how they were trained to behave.
Rachel was different and it left her feeling awkward when she treated a butler differently than how other Ladies treated the butlers. It made her feel bad sometimes when the butlers got upset, Rachel was just not used to the habits, nor did she feel like she belonged at such a school. She loved being at Stella Fiore, but for some reason sometimes she felt like she didn't actually belong there. And the thing that bothered the most was that the school wanted her to be a lady, taught her how to behave, and she didn't want to lose the kindness that left her flawed at the school. She didn't want to order the butlers around without thinking about what it could cause them.
The notes on the piano brought her back to reality. She turned to look at Amadeo as he played with grace. It reminded her of her mother. He started to sing, and she didn't know if it was part of the song, or if it was something that he was thinking, or feeling. Rachel didn't think that only one set of lyrics were meant for a song, but many could be worked in, and be just as beautiful as the orignal, like Amadeo had said before. "Magnifique..." (Beautiful) She said the words softly, barely a whisper so as not to disturb Amadeo's playing.
NOTES: template switch >< WORD COUNT: 507 OUTFIT: White dress TAGGED: Raaaaan <3 [/center] |
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Post by AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE on Mar 22, 2010 21:54:57 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - [/b][/size]  - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/size][/center] A grin, a smile, a stroke of the cheek, an offering of a coat, any sort of soft actions of kindness was all it took to take a woman’s heart, capture it, and do with it whatever the person wished. It was exactly the sort of thing that he had once again pre-planned, although the extent of the action on the woman was entirely up to her and how she was raised or brought about. Depending on the situation, he usually found that those who were spoiled and childish reacted to it in the most obvious and blatant manner, immediately feeling rather overconfident about themselves and graciously accepting the gesture, wooed and already uneasy on their feet. But for those with a more reserved personality, quiet, it was harder to read them – this one being the prime example. However, regardless of the personality, the outcome would be same: he would come out victorious, no matter what. No one was exempt from his, and more importantly, no one was spared once he had begun. To this, he chuckled to himself. It almost made him seem like this crazed murderer who had been caught in the act of killing someone, and would stop at nothing to kill that one lone witness. Ah, but it was too bad really, that he had no real intention of committing something as heinous as that. Even if his personality was twisted like the way it was, ending someone’s life was not an option, as he was practical and confident enough to know that there were consequences to such an action. There was no need for such frivolous wastes of his time; last he heard, jail wasn’t exactly the most fun thing.
The reaction was to be expected; she seemed rather taken aback by the action. Amadeo patted himself an imaginary congratulations on the back, before proceeding to seat himself by the piano. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, all save for one thing that had bugged him about her in last minute of contact. Although the look of her face was one of satisfaction, humility, and blushing from his actions, there was no way to escape that other hidden look, one that had found refuge in her eyes. It looked to be one of pity, curiosity. The time he’d made eye contact with her, he was sure that he’d a further softening of those beautiful orbs, as though pitying him... or something of the sort. It was a matter that disturbed him greatly; he never liked being given that look. Being looked down on did nothing for his ego, and neither did it assist him in forgetting his past. It was that look exactly that people had given him once his family had been completely murdered. That infuriating look... was all they could give him. The mask was there, but the feeling and intention was not; they did absolutely nothing for him. The look followed him all through his life, until a point that he got so sick of these humans pretending to care that in the end, he himself ended up not caring, either. Oh how that picture angered him. A soft tch escaped his lips just before a frown followed soon after, but he quickly erased that and made his way towards the piano. That angered expression was visible only for a split second, so unless she had been watching him closely, she would have never noticed it. And it would have been better if she hadn’t; it was the look the resembled evil and madness at its core.
The soft melody had started playing its hopeful melody, melancholic at first but easily building to a more joyful hymn – quite a contrast to his mood. Right now, just the soothing music was enough to calm his grated and stirred-up nerves. The humming helped a bit too, preventing him from forming any sort of negative expression on his face. As the song built to the highest point, his fingers playing smoothly at the far right end of the piano, he heard the lady’s comment. An eyebrow raised at this; beautiful? No, that word was too much of an understatement. There would be no words to describe this composition; none of the existing vocabularies of man would be nearly sufficient enough. However, he didn’t feel that outward rebuking her compliment was a good idea. Instead, he merely replied softly, a melodious voice speaking that much largely contrasted the turmoil that always haunted him. “Indeed, it is. I... composed this myself. I thought it was rather rich; a little overdone, I must say.” He turned towards her, his playing never-ceasing. One hand stopped playing its part, to pat the space on the bench beside him, as if to say “Come sit, my Lady”. Then without losing fluidity and concentration, he went back to playing.
Once it was done, Amadeo turned towards her, tilting his head. It might have been rude to ask her, but she seemed a little interested in music, almost as much as he was. “Lady Rachel, if you would permit me. Would you like me to teach you what I know? It’s, ah, quite limited, but I’ll do the best I can if you wish. [/color]” He bowed his head, a welcoming and seductive smile on his face that predators often gave their prey, just awaiting them to make their one last and final mistake. [/color] [/size][/font][/blockquote]  tag ; ; rach <3
words ; ; 900
muse ; ; decent
music ; ; Whatcha Say - Jason Derulo
comments ; ; Lalala~ Music![/size] |
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Post by RACHEL MARIE BEAUMONT on Mar 24, 2010 19:29:41 GMT -5
Her eyes were closed like they always were when she listened to music, for some reason it made her feel like it was filling her soul more, the core of her body. As she listened more, the song seemed to be more than just beautiful, and she felt as if her words were putting it to shame. Her low self esteem was kicking in again, without her knowledge as always. As Rachel listened she couldn't help but think that she had belittled the song by saying just beautiful. But she didn't know what words to say, let alone the fact that speaking words seemed as if they would ruin the song more than she already had.
It wasn't until he spoke to her that she opened her eyes. They widened even more when he said that he had composed the song himself. "It is lovely Monsieur."(sir) Rachel turned to see him pat the bench next to him, she warily made her way over, making sure her footsteps were quiet so as not to disturb the music. She sat down lightly onto the bench, captivated by how his hands seemed to be at home with the piano. It was like watching her mother play again. Rachel smiled softly to herself and continued to watch him play, fascinated, and a little jealous.
"Ah, yes, yes I would like that." Rachel smiled a bit more, it would be great to learn from Amadeo, and then when she could she would play for her mother again, and show her how much her piano skills had grown since the mother and daughter last played together. "Though I am sure you can teach me a great deal Monsieur." Amadeo seemed to have a great deal of knowledge when it came to music, and it made Rachel all the more curious, she looked up at Amadeo, expectence, and curiousity in her eyes. Maybe it would seem like she was too fascinated with him teaching her, or she would just seem like a child that was getting a piece of candy.
Rachel could get excited about things, rather it was almost always a definite possiblity that she would get excited. Rachel just seemed to enjoy learning knew things, and that was why her curiousity sometimes got her into a great deal of trouble. Sometimes she would follow things too far, and someone got hurt. Normally Rach didn't bring other people in when she was getting curious about something, mostly exploration of places or ideas, but it seemed like every time she did, she needed saving. Not from getting horribly injured, just slightly, or knowing things that wouldn't be good for her to know, but mainly getting hurt. That was also because Rachel could be rather clumsy at times, which had led to several twisted ankles. For most people they would recognize this curiousity and excitement that she was showing to Amadeo, but only if they knew her.
NOTES:Weeee~ WORD COUNT: 488 OUTFIT: White dress TAGGED: Raaaaan <3 [/center] |
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Post by AMADEO SILVIUS ROBESPIERRE on Mar 25, 2010 13:06:59 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - [/b][/size] - - - - - - - - - -[/b][/size][/center] The melody had taken over again; it was off into another world – out of this human and corrupt world – he went. The notes lulled back and forth, in an almost caressing manner that would remind one of a mother cradling her baby. They lured him towards that deep abyss, the sirens’ calls they made were almost irresistible. But then again, what reason would there be to resist? Nothing bad ever came out of music, unlike everything else in this godforsaken world. Music was harmony, togetherness, perfect examples of what happened when things were able to coincide and cooperate with each other. Unlike this world, they were not greedy, readily sharing the space of the musical world, and thus creating a perfect species. The song was inspired by Macbeth’s soliloquy, when he found out that his beloved wife, Lady Macbeth, had killed herself due to her guilty conscience of killing the previous king. It was one of mourning, dread, shown when the notes dragged one after the other, as if the other note hadn’t really ended. They blended in perfectly with one another. Then, somewhere in the middle, it turned into one of inspiration and revelation, the more upbeat notes proceeding to replace the slower ones. And finally, at the end, it went back to one of despair, giving up, as was the pitiful end for the Lady Macbeth. All this was able to be woven into a song that was only a minute and thirty seconds long, but the notes were so complex that it hardly made any difference as to its length. To both an experienced and non-experienced musician, it would have seemed to last forever.
Finally, the song was over, and Amadeo smiled and bowed his head as the lady complimented him. Truth was, he had expected it; if she hadn’t complimented him, what was there really to say about her musical affinity? Well that was fine; she wasn’t completely incompetent, after all. “Thank you, my Lady. I do hope it was to your liking, and if not, I would be glad to play another song for you.” He didn’t add “…and if I had to, there might be something off with your head, madam.” After all, he was one who took his art to high places and beyond, and anyone that couldn’t see that had no business listening to him play in the first place. But now that he thought about it, wasn’t he the one who had intruded on her? Then why hadn’t she left yet? Questions blazed in his mind, but they were left unanswered for now. After all, it was the inner workings of her mind that he was trying to decipher right now, and he couldn’t have her leaving. Not yet, anyways. It was too early for her to do so; so much information was still withheld inside this naively “gentle” woman.
“It is my honor [/color],” he jibed. As she sat by him, Amadeo couldn’t help but sense a sort of… excitement in the air. As his eyes precariously studied the lady, he found the reason for the odd feeling in the air: it was her. How interesting. Much like a little child, she was one who was willing to learn, was it? Ah, he could take advantage of this; he saved it for later exploits. For now, a laugh escaped his mouth as he said, “ My, my. Aren’t we excited? I didn’t quite place you to be an avid learner.[/color]” His tone implied looking down at an idiot who wasn’t willing to learn, someone who was rather slow and perhaps unintelligent. A smile crossed his face as he assessed her reaction; would she take that as an insult? Truly, it would be rather entertaining to see her reaction. “ Well then, shall we start? I’m not quite where to start, seeing as how already have some prowess[/color],” he spoke, the word “some” being emphasized to show his disbelief of even using that word. “ Might you play that song again for me? We shall being from there – adding more symphony to an already existing piece. However, if you do not want to start like that, if you have something else in mind, please do say so now.[/color]”[/color] [/size][/font][/blockquote] tag ; ; rach <3
words ; ; 703
muse ; ; decent
music ; ; none
comments ; ; Yay shorter xD! [/size] |
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