[info]veileddarkness 2014-10-04 05:08 pm (local) (link) DeleteTrack This Like always, Letha was up way before the sun ever fully set. Her intention was to write in her journal about the night before and what she expected to happen the night to come; journals were a way to keep track and to remember her life. After she had learned to read and write, Ramon had shown her his journals and then gave her one of her own.
The older you get, the more you will forget. There is so much life you will live that the new will push out the old. Those were the words he had said. She had begun immediately, writing about her life as a human and then her life as a vampire. From then on she had kept a journal of every day of her life.
Ramon’s journals were safely put away; she read them only when she thought she was beginning to forget about him and the vampire coven that had made her what she was today.
After her writing, she had decided to go to the music room. She liked to watch the sun set, the colors dance across the sky. Today, she decided she would give music to those colors. Sitting at the piano, she started slowly at first, her eyes on the windows that were specially made for this house. No sunlight would hurt the vampires if they chose to look out at the sky during the day. She picked up tempo, her fingers grazing over the ivory keys with a practiced ease. It was calming, the music she played, helping to give the sky a life as the sun dipped a little lower.
Letha knew instantly when Elijah had come to the door, had known when he had stopped his pacing and walked down the hallway towards her. She knew he was wanting to rush the sunset so he could leave; honestly she didn’t blame him at times. Walls could become so constricting at times.
She played for a few moments longer, letting the last note carry through the room before turning towards Elijah. He was a dashingly good-looking young man, and at the moment very distinguished in the attire he was to wear for his work at the Lodge; polished and presentable. Letha hadn’t talked to him recently, though she took in all vampires and tried to give them a home, she didn’t hover over them and let them come and go as they pleased. She had no wish to control anyone, only to give them a home.
“Elijah,” she said softly, standing from the piano bench. “Please, come in. Watch the sunset with me,” she gave only a tiniest bit of a smile. “Tell me how everything is going with you, the Lodge, and all the wonderful and even disdainful things that has happened since we last spoke,” she said and this time gave a genuine smile. Smiling didn’t happen often with Letha, nor laughing, but when it came to her family here at SdV they got more of the ‘warm’ her than the rest of the world got.