Post by Thomas Lucre on Jan 13, 2008 14:27:20 GMT -5
The soft clomping of dress shoes resounded as a tall blond male entered the hospital wing. Hair trimmed an inch or two shorter than the last time he was here, Thomas Lucre looked like he was ready to attend an evening concerto. As usual, he was dressed in high numbers, but he wore the designer's dress coat that had been gifted to him by someone staying here. To the corner of the room he wandered, until coming upon the drawn curtain that surrounded the bed of the unconscious Ravenclaw, Torrid Nightshadow. Lucre's arm stretched to the side, pushing the shades outward to allow him a view. The other arm held a case of some sort, about 4 feet in length. Onyx irises swirled as the lone Slytherin took in the view of his acquaintance, dreamily resting in bed with the slightest hint of pain or anxiety in his features. Wherever the Ravenclaw was, within his mind, Lucre was sure that it was not a pleasant place.
Taking his wand in hand, Lucre enchanted a sound-proof charm around the area which the curtain encircled. He had something special to do, and he only wished for it to be for the ears of the one lying in bed. Besides, what he had in mind was a bit of a performance, so he wasn't totally sure the other hospital wing residents would appreciate it, regardless of whether it was a free show.
"Its so strange," Lucre began as he took his seat next to the Ravenclaw. He had a bit to say, and he wasn't sure how much sense it would make, which was another reason for the sound barrier.
"I hardly know anything about you, and yet I can't help but worry about the state you're in. Might be that you, Torrid Nightshadow, are one of the only devils in this school handsome enough to give me a run for my money in everything I reach out for. It feels like a saddening waste, to see my rival coil up and disappear within himself. I've no idea what horrors must have been revealed to you to rob you of your desire to be here, but....." Lucre trailed off a bit, as if to search for his next words. As if an unconscious person would actually be absorbing the vague conversation of a total stranger. However, a part of him somehow seemed to say he had already gone through an experience like this in the past.
"Something in me tells me that you've changed, somehow. It's hardly anything I can put my finger on, especially without talking to you directly about it. But its something I see in you, if nothing else. Just looking at you, I've witnessed a developing inner strength the likes of which I've never seen in myself. And well, I'm just a tad jealous, not to mention disgruntled that you've just up and left without telling me just what it means to be strong."
"So you gotta wake up," the blonde then unlatched the clasps which held the case together, unvealing an electric Fender. "Because there's no one else in this school who gets to see me as the defeated loser I really am. I have something precious in my life now, and I don't want to lose it like I have everything else. And I need to know how I can start!"
With that, Lucre began strumming the chords to the Christmas present he had ordered for his slumbering pal. He had no idea how long he would have to play like this, but he hoped TJ would awaken in the meantime for his present.
Taking his wand in hand, Lucre enchanted a sound-proof charm around the area which the curtain encircled. He had something special to do, and he only wished for it to be for the ears of the one lying in bed. Besides, what he had in mind was a bit of a performance, so he wasn't totally sure the other hospital wing residents would appreciate it, regardless of whether it was a free show.
"Its so strange," Lucre began as he took his seat next to the Ravenclaw. He had a bit to say, and he wasn't sure how much sense it would make, which was another reason for the sound barrier.
"I hardly know anything about you, and yet I can't help but worry about the state you're in. Might be that you, Torrid Nightshadow, are one of the only devils in this school handsome enough to give me a run for my money in everything I reach out for. It feels like a saddening waste, to see my rival coil up and disappear within himself. I've no idea what horrors must have been revealed to you to rob you of your desire to be here, but....." Lucre trailed off a bit, as if to search for his next words. As if an unconscious person would actually be absorbing the vague conversation of a total stranger. However, a part of him somehow seemed to say he had already gone through an experience like this in the past.
"Something in me tells me that you've changed, somehow. It's hardly anything I can put my finger on, especially without talking to you directly about it. But its something I see in you, if nothing else. Just looking at you, I've witnessed a developing inner strength the likes of which I've never seen in myself. And well, I'm just a tad jealous, not to mention disgruntled that you've just up and left without telling me just what it means to be strong."
"So you gotta wake up," the blonde then unlatched the clasps which held the case together, unvealing an electric Fender. "Because there's no one else in this school who gets to see me as the defeated loser I really am. I have something precious in my life now, and I don't want to lose it like I have everything else. And I need to know how I can start!"
With that, Lucre began strumming the chords to the Christmas present he had ordered for his slumbering pal. He had no idea how long he would have to play like this, but he hoped TJ would awaken in the meantime for his present.