I can hear them screaming; Dione Castel (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} audiomorbid) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-09-10 21:40:00 |
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Saturday; Feburary 9, 2008
Who: Dione and Irei
When: Afternoon Saturday Feb 9
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Dione goes back to her life and part of that life is giving lessons.
Dione had retreated mentally if not physically. There was nothing she could do or hope to do about what was going on. Not when her own brother sought to betray her and the person she loved was kept untouchable behind bars. She needed to go see him, but the idea of others watching them made her nervous. Would they continue to twist her meeting with him into something more sinister than it was? Already they wanted to accuse him of some crime against her as if he had done her any harm. He had never been less than a gentleman to her, even when he bite her, which her mind had labelled as necessary now that she understood what he was to some extent, he was no more forceful than necessary.
There was still the small matter of the other woman, Adrienne. Yes, now what did this other woman mean to him that he would go to such great lengths for her? Dione didn't know and whenever the thought surfaced, she put it out of her mind.
Instead, she concentrated on continuing to move through her life. Each day found her right where she had been in days prior, playing the piano at the Wine Bar. There were some who had grown more bold and thus they asked for requests, she played them. Her playing was not stilted, wooden, or tired. No one would know the mental turmoil going on just under the surface. Blind eyes lied to the world around her by remaining dry and she had never been the type for conversation so her silence came as no surprise. Beyond her meeting with the Priestess, no one had asked her about the goings on, which meant either they didn't know or they didn't attach any significance to the whole thing. Either was fine.
The days so much looked the same to her that it came as no surprise how fast they moved. Before her days had been marked by Saturdays and Sundays, special occasions and events that required her expertise. Now it was simply a study in maddening monotony. Maybe that more than anything else was what drove her to seek out something else and was part of what caused her to be rather mad.
Who: Dione and Irei
When: Afternoon Saturday Feb 9
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Dione goes back to her life and part of that life is giving lessons.
Dione had retreated mentally if not physically. There was nothing she could do or hope to do about what was going on. Not when her own brother sought to betray her and the person she loved was kept untouchable behind bars. She needed to go see him, but the idea of others watching them made her nervous. Would they continue to twist her meeting with him into something more sinister than it was? Already they wanted to accuse him of some crime against her as if he had done her any harm. He had never been less than a gentleman to her, even when he bite her, which her mind had labelled as necessary now that she understood what he was to some extent, he was no more forceful than necessary.
There was still the small matter of the other woman, Adrienne. Yes, now what did this other woman mean to him that he would go to such great lengths for her? Dione didn't know and whenever the thought surfaced, she put it out of her mind.
Instead, she concentrated on continuing to move through her life. Each day found her right where she had been in days prior, playing the piano at the Wine Bar. There were some who had grown more bold and thus they asked for requests, she played them. Her playing was not stilted, wooden, or tired. No one would know the mental turmoil going on just under the surface. Blind eyes lied to the world around her by remaining dry and she had never been the type for conversation so her silence came as no surprise. Beyond her meeting with the Priestess, no one had asked her about the goings on, which meant either they didn't know or they didn't attach any significance to the whole thing. Either was fine.
The days so much looked the same to her that it came as no surprise how fast they moved. Before her days had been marked by Saturdays and Sundays, special occasions and events that required her expertise. Now it was simply a study in maddening monotony. Maybe that more than anything else was what drove her to seek out something else and was part of what caused her to be rather mad.