Prince Ludovic Cain Drake (voiceofmadness) wrote in dp_past, @ 2010-08-11 04:40:00 |
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Who: Ludovic Drake, Gunnar Drake.
When: 50 years ago (my bad).
Where:
What: After returning home, Ludo finally loses his cool.
Rating & Warnings: PG-13?
When the gunslingers questioned him, he held his tongue. When his own family asked, silence again occurred; there was a certain pride to Ludovic that wouldn't allow him to speak about it. But where words failed to clarify the situation, his body language pointed out that it hadn't been all that enjoyable. Ludo still shied away from a touch, hardly spoke and became restless when confronted with more than two people. When left alone, all he would do is stare at the window, be it night or day. When not left alone, it always was a one-way conversation. It had been a week of this now; the silence, the staring and his fear of being touched. And it would have continued, hadn't he finally found the baby grand in one of the rooms. After drawing in a deep breath, Ludo ran his hand across the polished wood and it felt strange to the touch. That was when his little world turned blood red. His screams had alerted at least one servant, but he was unaware of anything except pain. Mother, that hurt. Ludo eventually sank to the floor as he stared at the piano, unaware of the wood splinters that had embedded itself in his skin. The scent of his own blood hardly roused him anymore either. Well, he wouldn't use that one again. No one would. But hey, whatever. He was a Drake, money wasn't really an issue. And then, without warning, he started to laugh, loud and hard. |