Prince Ludovic Cain Drake (voiceofmadness) wrote in deceptpercep, @ 2010-01-15 13:10:00 |
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Who: Ludovic Drake. (Open to Nicolette.)
When: Week ten, Friday night.
Where: Royal Palace of Inora - any room where there might be a piano.
What: Ludovic tries to play the piano but finds himself haunted by phantom pains and old memories.
Rating & Warnings: G?
A yet to be consumed goblet of blood stood on the front lid of the piano, completely forgotten as Ludovic stared his own hands resting on the ivory keys. All the liquor and blood he could consume had not managed to make him forget; one who had been so unfortunate to experience the beginnings of true dusting never could. All he could do was hope that someone would end his life for him before it came to that - again. Painful memories had flooded him since the return of the family sire, but not before since he, secretly, had hoped that it was everything but reality. The reality of the situation had caught up with him now and he wished that it hadn't. What the hell had happened to denial? Why did his return seem to bring forth these pains in his limbs that surely were nothing but his vivid imagination? A key was pressed as he silently cursed Lucien Drake for bringing back painful memories, although he knew that the man hardly could be blamed for something completely not under his control. He pressed a few more keys, but not without showing and it was only a matter of time before he let his hands rest on the keys once more. Pain didn't really matter and had never mattered, so why did he let it hold him back? Because it was too familiar this time around? But it was only in his mind, of that he was certain. True enough, he had not fed in a couple of days but that was only intended as a means of control - always had been ever since he could stop the unnecessary bloodshed and the overfeeding that had resulted out of a fear of never having enough. He'd had a desire to have more than his body could handle, but that had been quenched long ago. Now he consumed it moderately, sparsely. Lately, even moderate feeding had dwindled into less evenly spaced out feedings but Ludovic knew the difference between hungry and simply starving. This had not caused the pain, of that he was certain. "Putain de merde." His hand tightened into a fist and hit the piano with force. The keys resounded with expected protest and he scowled in disapproval before brushing his hair out of his eyes, only to take notice of his shaking hands. This was completely wrong and if his feelings remained conflicted like this, there was some action to be had on the unsuspecting citizens of Silver City. |