Dietre Henrich Abendroth (sonataind) wrote in repose, @ 2018-05-06 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, daniel webster, dietre abendroth |
log: dietre a. & daniel w.
Who: Dietre Abendroth and Daniel Webster.
What: An invitation.
Where: Dietre’s house at the carnival.
When: Night.
Warnings/Rating: Low?
Dietre had been faced with two choices recently; allow himself to spiral wildly downward toward the death he so often spoke of, or blindly take a step in a new direction. His grip on his life was tenuous, and he was half convinced that these weak attempts of his at making it something more than the endless stream of misery it felt like was futile. Hadn’t he already tried, and failed? Yet there he was, tidying his small home which did not need to be tidied, preparing to receive a visitor. Daniel’s was a name that came up often on his posts, usually accompanied with some sort of criticism, which made his decision to meet him a risky thing. If this went wrong, if his personal work was deemed trash, if he was met with contempt and derision yet again, it’d surely be the end of him. Damian rubbing his face in his failings had been enough for one night. Inviting Daniel here was an act of desperation. It was good that he had agreed to come so soon, if Dietre had to wait, he would have lost his nerve and taken the invitation back, changing his mind in a fit of panic. He still had time to fret, though, but at least it took his mind off Liam. Liam… He felt so far away, as out of reach as the surface of the moon… Once everything that could be cleaned was cleaned, everything that could be arranged was rearranged once, then twice, Dietre set up his keyboard in its stand. Rather than pace, he settled down and began to play. Erik Satie’s Gymnopédie No.1. Slow and melancholy, it suited his mood as well as provided a warm up. He lost himself in it, let it clear his mind while Sieglinde came to lay at his feet as if to listen. He liked to think she appreciated the music, and sometimes it seemed she really did understand it as well as he did. Understood and felt it. Understood and loved it. Suddenly, the pup lifted her head, inquisitive gaze turned toward the door. Rather then rush forward with excited barks to announce a visitor’s approach, she remained where she was, the wagging of her tail subdued, almost apprehensive. She looked to her master for guidance and he reassured her with a pat between her ears before standing in anticipation of a knock at the door. |