Ah, Peace at Last (Abbey and Deidra)
Nov 25, 2011 21:59:34 GMT -5
Post by Lucah Ivaskov on Nov 25, 2011 21:59:34 GMT -5
The holiday had been brutal. His father had visited and...yeah. Not as good as it could've been. Belle hadn't been there and neither had Jez. Lucah and Dimitri, all alone, talking. Sooo bad. Now that it was over, Luc was looking forward to a peaceful day to write some poetry. He'd been neglecting his notebook severely and he'd had a sudden shock of muse.
He strolled up to the pond in his casual wear. Dark jeans and a nice dark blue long-sleeved shirt. He had his notebook in hand and a pen was placed behind his ear. Due to the holiday, he'd gotten his hair trimmed up a bit and was looking sharp. Sharp and extremely distant. This was how he got after spending alone time with his dear daddy. Cold, cruel and easily annoyed. And Belle wasn't there to help him calm down. Nobody else could manage to keep him contained and polite. This was a dangerous place for Lucah to be. Angry and brutally honest at all times. There would be no sugar-coating when needed. People should steer clear of him.
He sat under a tree close to the pond and situated himself to make sure he was of maximum comfort to write. His head was clear and his mood was relaxed. Lucah actually believed it would be a nice day. No snow, no rain, just the sun and puffy white clouds. Beautiful really, but nothing compared to Romania in the fall.
Lucah pulled his knees up to his chest and placed the notebook against them. He put the pen to his lips and thought for a moment. A title wouldn't come to his mind. Hm, what sort of mood was he in. That could determine the title alone. Peaceful. Yes, that was good. He titled the page, Peace of Fall.
Ah, peace at least....or so he thought.
He strolled up to the pond in his casual wear. Dark jeans and a nice dark blue long-sleeved shirt. He had his notebook in hand and a pen was placed behind his ear. Due to the holiday, he'd gotten his hair trimmed up a bit and was looking sharp. Sharp and extremely distant. This was how he got after spending alone time with his dear daddy. Cold, cruel and easily annoyed. And Belle wasn't there to help him calm down. Nobody else could manage to keep him contained and polite. This was a dangerous place for Lucah to be. Angry and brutally honest at all times. There would be no sugar-coating when needed. People should steer clear of him.
He sat under a tree close to the pond and situated himself to make sure he was of maximum comfort to write. His head was clear and his mood was relaxed. Lucah actually believed it would be a nice day. No snow, no rain, just the sun and puffy white clouds. Beautiful really, but nothing compared to Romania in the fall.
Lucah pulled his knees up to his chest and placed the notebook against them. He put the pen to his lips and thought for a moment. A title wouldn't come to his mind. Hm, what sort of mood was he in. That could determine the title alone. Peaceful. Yes, that was good. He titled the page, Peace of Fall.
Ah, peace at least....or so he thought.
