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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 7, 2008 23:21:06 GMT -5
Rigoletto light play a song on his violin, the song took wing under his hands as if it was not souly the instrument that ame to life but part of the players soul. There was a few candles light but not many, leaving a shalow light from the candles, combinded with the fire place light.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 7, 2008 23:37:41 GMT -5
The two and a half week old Valentine Drache was being fussy. She was neither wet nor hungry, and with a sister, brother, father, and mother paying a great deal of attention to her there was no way she was feeling neglected. Dustin had tried to lay her down twice, only to wake the other two children; and so, with Wulf settling them, she took her eldest child for a walk around the castle.
The gentle rocking motion had quieted her, but not set her to sleep by the time Dustin came level with Rigoletto’s office. The baby’s violet eyes went wide and she turned her head towards the source of the music, as though she recognized the sound from the time she had heard it in-utero. Stroking the errant black curls on her daughter’s head, the defense professor stood by in the doorway much as she had the time before when she had heard music, once again not interrupting, but closing her eyes and listening.
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 7, 2008 23:48:26 GMT -5
Rigoletto heard the faint foot steeps of one, he had learn the steeps of well as well as the smell of her as well. But he did pick up anther smell as well, one that was fairly new. He did not acted as if he knew she was there, since his back was to her. Figuering it was better to not give to much away at the moment, he contined the song.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 8, 2008 21:06:33 GMT -5
Slowly, the infant’s eyes dropped closed, lulled off by the music. Her mother instinctively seemed to know that she had fallen asleep, and shifted her gently so that her head rested comfortably on a firm, warm shoulder, tiny fingers entwined within the mass of black curls that smelled comforting and familiar. A Mona-Lisa smile formed at the corner of the woman’s mouth as she continued to listen, rocking back and forth lightly in time with the beat of the song, the swaying motion keeping the child in slumber. Her head turned, and she placed a soft kiss on her daughter’s cheek and nuzzling her in the intimate way that only mothers could touch their children.
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 8, 2008 22:57:27 GMT -5
Rigoletto as if feeling the change in the air, lightly ended the peice. Before he rose form his seat, he turned to place the violin in to its case. When he knew would be the best time, to acnolege Dustin. He looked up from what he was doing, he stilled in his actions as he spoke. "And what brings you here Doctor?"
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 10, 2008 21:43:52 GMT -5
Continuing the gentle swaying motion even after the song stopped, the doctor looked over the wispy black curls of her daughter’s head, half her face thus concealed. “She wouldn’t fall asleep,” her hushed answer came, careful in equal measure to enunciate enough to be heard, but not to wake the now slumbering baby. “She remembers, though – the sound – she remembers hearing you play. It soothes her, I think.” She placed a fervent kiss on the child’s crown as she held her.
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 10, 2008 22:21:17 GMT -5
He heard her words & did well to keep his voice soft as if to keep from waking the child. "I see, perhaps the music is a form of a luliby to her, for music can be many things depending on who plays it & what they put into the music" He looked at her "But I have forgoten my place, did you wish to come in"
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 13, 2008 9:15:52 GMT -5
She smiled graciously, replying, “If I’m not intruding – I wouldn’t wish to be a bother.” This was followed by a low hiss: her long hair entangled in tiny fingers had been yanked as the baby shifted her arm. With her spare hand, she extricated the section and moved the child’s arm to rest on her shoulder and not in her hair.
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 13, 2008 18:24:14 GMT -5
He heard her words, but he did not miss her hiss. He watched her actions before he spoke "I would not of offered if it would be a bother" He then waited to see what she would say or do.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 18, 2008 8:14:37 GMT -5
One corner of her mouth tipped up again – that seemed to be happening with increasing frequency now that she was no longer pregnant – and she replied, “Please, then.” If she had any trepidation about bringing a newborn into the office of a vampire, she didn’t display it, nor did it give her pause in accepting the invitation.
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 18, 2008 10:00:37 GMT -5
He heard her words & nodded lightly at them. If she knew what he was she did not show it, not even in the beating of her heart. What ment somthing ether she did not know, or she knew but it would apper she trusted him to some degree. Then again it could be somthing else, but for the moment he would leave the end result or answer open for the time. He knew that the truth would come out, about what her thoughts where on him vampire or not. But unlike most his brotheren, he was one of the few that could hid it well.
He closed his violin case as he waited for her to seat first, he would of held out the chair for her but there was no need for it for there was no chairs to pull out. Once she was eated he took a seat as well, before looking at her as he waited for her to speak.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 20, 2008 0:42:15 GMT -5
“While my first urge is to insist you’re compromising your health by staying up so late, I must admit, I’m quite grateful you play this time in the evenings.” Her mouth quirked up again as one hand with exceptionally long fingers soothed through the infant’s curls. “You have remarkable skill,” she complimented quietly, even her hushed tone full and rich.
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 20, 2008 10:10:27 GMT -5
He bowed lightly at her last words "Thank you, it has taken many years but it is also somthing that no one can every master for there is somthing always to learn" His eyes flickered briffly before he spoke "You would be one of the few, that appers to enjoy the music at this time of day & you are one of the rare few that even thinks to think of anothers health"
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jul 20, 2008 10:34:10 GMT -5
“As the headmaster continually tells me, it is quite difficult to replace an educator of skill,” she demurred, inclining her head to modestly receive the complimentary note. The truth was, she probably couldn’t help but be concerned about the health of the people around her – the mothering instinct had settled in, and she didn’t seem to discriminate much between babies who needed fussing and attention and gentlemen who stayed up late playing the violin.
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Post by Severus Snape on Jul 20, 2008 10:47:22 GMT -5
He heard her words "Mm, it sounds like somthing that the head master would say, but then his words would be right in many ways he wishes for the best in the professors here & staff. those that can teach the students & help them to ferther them selfs" He looked at her "So why is it inportanet that I play, at this time of day"
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