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Post by ARIA NEVAEH PAPILLION on May 8, 2015 1:14:56 GMT
Aria needed to get out of the house. Not that being in the house was so terrible. It was just that she felt so alone in her home. There was a quiet music that was grating her ears. So she had set forth to explore the village. She was walking along the street, watching as all the different people came by. She would smile and say hello with a tip of her head. And she would always comment on what they were wearing or some sort of physical aspect. “You have the most beautiful eyes” or “I do love that blouse”. Being outside in the warm air, out from the house, was making her very happy. Her eyes went from the people she passed on the street to the stores she was passing. More and more people were setting up their own shops as they had gotten used to the Wonderland world.
Her interest piqued as she saw several drawings, paintings and sheet music displayed in one shop. She did not think that this was a shop that would open up anytime soon. People were selling essentials, slowly going into luxury items. This was something that made her smile. Maybe this would remind her of home, wherever or whenever it was. She opened the door and walked in, a smile crossing her face at the sound of music hitting her ears. She had not heard music unless she was the one making it in a long time. She didn’t really pay attention to the words as her attention went to the butterfly painting that was hanging on the wall.
She did not even think that it was possible that someone else was in the store besides her. No, instead, she was in her own little bubble of a world. VICTOR NATHANIEL VAN DORT
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Post by VICTOR NATHANIEL VAN DORT on May 8, 2015 5:01:12 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] MY LONELY DAYS ARE OVER [attr="class","next"] The strange merchandise had come from a man who had a knack for those sorts of things. Quite frankly, Victor didn’t like to ask questions about where the music players came from…The mechanics of them weren’t his forte. Instead, Victor Van Dort enjoyed what came out of the over-large music boxes. Music. All sorts – melodious incantations that seemed to grasp his attention and demand his emotions. Music was his escape and the store was his little pride and joy. Van Dort wasn’t sure what had possessed him to combine piano music and his little paintings, but it was all that he could have dreamed of. In his hands was a tiny screwdriver — a tool unfamiliar to a man of such a delicate trade. He was jamming it inside the inner workings of the machine, trying to get the crank to turn, but alas, poking at the gears was doing him little good. For all Victor knew, he might have been making things worse…much worse. His attention was only momentarily diverted when he heard the door to the shop open. Victor wasn’t even sure what to say as the door gave a jingle when it swung shut. Silence fell and he wondered if anyone had actually even come inside. What was one supposed to say to customers? At long last, he seemed to find his words and was about to welcome whoever it was when the needle dropped on the machine that he had been tinkering with. Immediately a brassy sound started coming out of it. “I’m sorry…Oh…Oh hello, sorry. Very very sorry…I’m—” Victor was fumbling around with the needle, but he couldn’t seem to catch it quite right. His long fingers seemed to trip over one another, desperately uncoordinated. His eyes, darting between the music machine and the woman that was now standing in the middle of his shop slowed before he lost track of the needle all together. She was beautiful — not in a conventional sort of way…nothing like Victoria…Victoria? Victor immediately adverted his eyes, fumbling with the needle again. He couldn’t get the music to stop. Perhaps he wasn’t as useless with a screwdriver as he thought. “Was there…erm…something I could help you with?”
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Post by ARIA NEVAEH PAPILLION on May 9, 2015 1:54:03 GMT
Aria turned when she heard the sound of another human voice, her eyes watching in curiosity as the young man worked on the needle of the record player, trying to make it stop, she assumed. His long nimble fingers were less than skilled and the sight of them unable to keep a grip made a tickle of a giggle leave her mouth. She walked over to him, shaking her head as she placed her own hand on his pale one. “Let it play. I like this song.” Her eyes were on their hands for a moment before she went to look at his face. Timid little thing, wasn’t he? Like a deer.
She removed her hand from his and answered his question. “I was just looking around. I did not know there was a place in the village that sold paintings and music…I have a piano in my home so I was drawn to this place.” She walked over to the artwork that she saw on the wall and she could not help but notice the eerily similar style “Are these from the same artist? They’re so lovely.” She said as she put her fingers along a black and white drawing of a butterfly against the moon. The frayed edges of the wings were a special touch. There were barren trees in the background, twisted and turned. She turned around to look back at him. She thought he was handsome. She liked his thin frame, his bright wide eyes. Unconventional, but she allowed her eyes to linger.
If she had heard this song before, she did not know. She liked the jazz genre. There was passion and soul in the voice. This was someone who was singing what they knew. She always wondered what it was like to be so passionately in love. She had her husband but…it wasn’t…maybe there was something she was doing wrong.
And then she realized there were shelves with sheets on them and upon further inspection, she realized it was sheet music. She scurried to them, her eyes wide with excitement as she grabbed several sheets that were meant for the piano. “Oh, I could use these. I only have a few at home. I’ll take one of each.”
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Post by VICTOR NATHANIEL VAN DORT on May 12, 2015 15:11:49 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] MY LONELY DAYS ARE OVER [attr="class","next"] That laugh. There was something about it that made Victor freeze. Immediately, his eyes found the source — her lips. A beautiful thing, something that seemed to add color to the black and white of his shop. Perhaps he would start using more color in his paintings. She insisted that he let it play and very slowly, he drew back his hands from the needle, straightening into his full stature as they shook hands. She had a firm grip — a stark contrast to his weak inability to shake her hand. “I haven’t…well, I just haven’t any idea what it’s doing. It’s got a mind of its own.” He said, pointing at it with the screwdriver. Haphazardly, the tool slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Victor immediately fell to the ground and scrambled about, trying to get it to stop rolling away from him. “You…have a piano?” Victor asked as he looked up from the floor. His hands immediately closed on what he thought was the screw driver and he held it to his face…but it was nothing more than a cog that had come out of the machine. With a sigh, he threw it behind him and continued to search the ground. “Do you play? We’ve…I’ve got one too.” Victor wanted to leave his wife out of this for some reason...was that terribly awful of him? He finally found the screwdriver and stood, but his head crashed into the low overhanging light fixture of the shop. With a yelp, he jumped two paced to the right and began rubbing the back of his head. “Oh…Erm…” He wasn’t sure how to tell her that it was him who had painted all of these pictures. And transcribed the music. Was there a proper way to go about claiming such things? Victor felt his cheek headt up and he realized that he was blushing. “Me… I’m the artist…Victor. Victor Van Dort.” His voice went up an octave as she turned to look at him and confessed that he was the artist. “I like…erm….well, I’ve just…grown very fond of butterflies.”She was off again, running toward the sheet music and saying that she wanted all of them. He had yet to meet someone so intrigued by music as he was…and by art. “You can have them.” Victor blurted. He was still rubbing the back of his head where he had collided with the light. "They're not very good..."
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Post by ARIA NEVAEH PAPILLION on May 13, 2015 3:09:00 GMT
“If this record player has a mind of its own, it is still not the oddest thing that I have seen here in Wonderland,” She squeezed his hand as she shook it, noting that his hand felt even more delicate than her own. She had gotten used to the melody of the song and she had begun to hum, pressing her lovely lips together. She let out a sound of surprise as the screwdriver provided to fall to the ground, rolling under the table. How clumsy. But maybe it was because he was nervous…He was an anxious man and she wondered self-consciously, if she was adding to that.
“Oh yes. A white grand piano in the living room. I play it at least one hour a day. Aren’t they marvelous instruments?” She asked him as she reminisced about her music. It was her passion and she wondered if she had indulged in it during her past life. As he bumped his head, she went towards him, a frown crossing her lips. “Oh, are you okay? That must have hurt,” She said as she went to move her fingers through his head to examine the area of impact. There appeared to be no sign of trauma so she pulled her hand away from his soft locks.
“You?” There was a surprised edge to her voice at Victor’s words that he was the one that made the art. “They’re so lovely. You’re so talented. Your family must be so very proud,” Aria said, her smile turning into a beam. She wondered if her parents were proud of her. Something told her, something that pulled at her deep down inside made her think that they were gone. “My name is Aria. Aria Papillon.”
“Oh no, I insist. I want to pay for these…” Aria told him as she went to pull out her coin purse. “I don’t know how we are going to do the economy around here yet. After all we’re just beyond the bartering stage. But I have hundreds of thousands of these in my safe at home,” She said as she went to pull several gold coins to give to Victor. She all but shoved them into his open hand, her fingers moving to curl his around her offering. She went to put her coin purse back into her jacket as she collected one of each of the music sheets.
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Notes: There was touching. Enjoy xD
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Post by VICTOR NATHANIEL VAN DORT on May 24, 2015 21:08:48 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] MY LONELY DAYS ARE OVER [attr="class","next"] “What’s the oddest?” Victor asked, picking up a few sheets of music and shuffling them over and over again. “Thing you’ve seen, I mean.” Again with the shuffling. The same piece of music kept coming up to the top, but he was so nervous that he hardly even noticed. He just needed something to keep his hands occupied. "I think...the singing flowers are..." He just shrugged, unsure of how to explain the strangeness of Wonderland. “Pianos are my favorite instrument…” Victor felt his cheeks growing hot again and he wondered if he had forgotten to open the windows this morning. His large eyes darted to the corner of the shop where the wind was steadily blowing the curtains around. No, perhaps it wasn’t the shop’s temperature at all, but his company. Her hands were in his hair and Victor’s eyes immediately fluttered shut. There was something about the expert way that she prodded at his skull that put him instantly at ease. “I-I-I-“ She pulled away and he instantly wished that he had said that he was not alright. “It’s just a bump. I’m clumsy. Terribly clumsy. Forgive my clumsiness, Miss.” He explained as he went to run his hand through his shaggy dark hair in response. “M-me.” Victor said instantly, though he realized he probably sounded rather like an idiot. His mother always told him that he should just keep his mouth shut when it came to beautiful women. Apparently that was the way that he had won Victoria…or so his mother had assured him. “They think I should get a job at the castle. They think it pays more than a n-n-n-niche store.” Victor said, adjusting the lapels of his jacket as he looked up at her. “Didn’t want to give it up though. Not w-w-w-when there are people like you who need…things.” He wanted to reach out and touch her hand again; greet her for the second time, but he didn’t. Instead, he just awkwardly stood there staring at her. “Oh!” The coins meant nothing to him, but he knew what Victoria would say. They were their livelihood. Still, the idea of taking the gold coins from the beautiful woman who now stood in front of him seemed wrong. “Oh…P-p-p-please,” Victor reached up and closed her hand around the coins that she was offering him. He didn’t want to take the money, he wanted her to have the music. “Do you…well…” Victor paused, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Do you have time for a duet? I found anyone else who knows how to play.”
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Post by ARIA NEVAEH PAPILLION on May 25, 2015 20:57:13 GMT
“The singing flowers are quite strange, but I have to say that the most interesting thing is the croquet grounds. My husband and I are still trying to get the hang of playing with flamingos out of all things,” Aria told him. A rich giggle left her lips as she thought about the odd choice of mallets. His nervous aura was something she was growing used to. She was no longer uncomfortable of the way that he shifted and rambled.
“Don’t do that,” She told him as he scrambled about to put out his apology. Her lips were pursed as she looked at him with a firm look. “Apologize like that as though you have done something wrong. You shouldn’t apologize for being yourself.” Her look softened a bit as she looked at what appeared to be a man that would be scared of offending his own shadow. It was not something Aria had frequently been around. Her husband’s ego and inflated sense of self-importance was what she knew how to deal with. This was different. Different was good, though.
To think that Wonderland would have been deprived of such an artistic mind made Aria incredibly sad. “They?” She prompted, wondering just who he wanted to please instead of himself. “As long as you are happy, I bet it is worth it,” She told him, taking a look behind him to appreciate the drawings on the wall. “People like things like this. They’ll come around.” She smiled as he touched her hand, feeling a bit of a jump in her to think that she was helping drawing this turtle out of his shell. She wrapped her fingers around his hand and squeezed him in reassurance.
He was not taking the money but she wanted her to have it. Her eyes had lost a bit of glimmer as she tried to silently convey that he was the one doing her the favor by taking them. It would be less money on hand for her husband to spend on whatever nonsense he wanted to spend it on. But she could not say that. She could only take the money back, her movements slow as she went to deposit the coins back in her coin purse. Aria’s mood changed at his offer of a duet. “Oh, please, that will be wonderful,” She said as she went to slip onto the piano bench at once. “Pick the music?” She asked before she made herself at home, warming up on the piano by playing her scales.
Notes: He's such a woobie VICTOR NATHANIEL VAN DORT
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Post by VICTOR NATHANIEL VAN DORT on May 26, 2015 4:10:31 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] MY LONELY DAYS ARE OVER [attr="class","next"] Husband? Victor suddenly felt very guilty for even talking to the woman. It was hardly appropriate for him to be talking to a married woman without her husband around, wasn’t it? His watery eyes scanned the shop, looking for some sign that she had brought him in too. But he didn’t want to stop talking to her — no matter what Victorian etiquette demanded of him. “I…I am always quite afraid that I will break their beaks. Birds seem so…f-f-f-fragile.” He said, the nervousness now showing itself in the way that he was twisting his hands into odd contortions. “What?” Victor couldn’t understand what she was telling him. His family had always been so critical of the way that he conducted himself. Was it proper? And here she was…the beauty in the middle of his store telling him to throw caution to the wind and just be himself. Unapologetically. It was something that he had never dreamed of. His cheeks were hot again, he thought as he reached up to touch them with his cool fingertips. “My family. My wife.” He added, timidly. It seemed such a strange thing to feel timid about, especially since the girl had already admitted to having a husband herself. She assured him that people would come around to the idea of the shop and he felt a smile tugging at his lips. Like a twitch, it only brought up half his mouth before he dropped it completely. “I c-c-c-certainly hope so.” The shop wasn’t doing poorly in Wonderland, but it could always be better. Victor was amazed by how many people seemed capable of playing musical instruments in this land, yet how few actually knew how to read music. It seemed a strange paradox to him — but perhaps they had not been as classically trained as he had been. And as Aria Papillion appeared to be. It seemed a fair deal to Victor. She could offer him a duet in exchange for the music that she wanted. After all, playing seemed the most natural thing for the pair of them to do, for some reason. She asked him to pick and her nervously flipped through the sheet music that he had written. Too sad, too happy, too…He paused at the one about the butterfly. He had always liked it best. Pausing before he sat down, he finished her scales with the proper ending arpeggio before setting the music on the stand. “I wrote this one five months ago…but I’ll admit I haven’t played it. It needed to be a duet.” He explained, his long fingers arching over the keys as he did a few warm up exercises. "D-d-d-does your husband play?"
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Post by ARIA NEVAEH PAPILLION on May 30, 2015 2:42:07 GMT
This information about his wife and her husband coming out seemed like an ugly sore appearing on their conversation. Despite the fact that they were having such a normal conversation, this was now something in the back of their mind. “Oh yes, they are fragile. Poor creatures. I worry about hurting them but I haven’t done more than ruffled their feathers.” She told him. She watched his hands and there was something turning in the pit of her stomach, feeling a bit awkward.
“I feel as though you and I….maybe we came from the same place…Or somewhere similar,” She said, thinking over her manner of speech and his. They enunciated their words (when he was not stuttering, he could speak quite eloquently) and their accents seemed nearly identical. Their physical nuances, their posture and the way they walked. Their proper language was also a defining characteristic. “We were from somewhere with many rules and many eyes on us. For these moments, I am telling you that you can breathe easy with me.”
There was a class in the way they spoke and addressed one another. Educated and sheltered. Aria wondered if they were both from some sorts of gilded cages. Either way, it had taught them how to use their instruments to fuel their passions. She enjoyed his piano, greeting it as though it was an old friend. She smiled as he finished her up and she went to look over the sheet music quickly. “It’s going to be lovely.” She went to play around with the opening of the song, running her fingers skillfully over the keys. “Oh no,” She said in regards to her husband. “I doubt he does anything that does not invoke immediate applause from people he does not even like,” She said, a small huff of a laugh leaving her lips. She paused in her playing, having enough practice. She glanced over to him, “Are you ready?"
The clouds in the sky had rolled away to allow their darker and rain heavy brethren in. The sun was covered and a darkness had fallen over the village. Aria had turned her head slightly to see the pitter patter of rain bounce upon the sidewalk and the windows. She turned back to the sheet music and read it over one more time before she started.
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Notes:Only if I have your heart in turn
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Post by VICTOR NATHANIEL VAN DORT on Jun 6, 2015 2:58:37 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] MY LONELY DAYS ARE OVER [attr="class","next"] His eyes finally looked up at her and, upon seeing her staring at his hands, dropped them. “Ah.” He said, as if he had burned himself on the stove top. For some reason, he didn’t want her thinking him strange like his family did.
Victor felt his cheeks heat up. He had no idea where it was he had come from before five months ago — and quite frankly, he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know. All he knew was that he was here now and he was with Victoria. He squired — that wasn’t entirely what he wanted, was it? Looking over at the beautiful woman who was now sitting next to him on the piano bench, he wondered if perhaps he should have been more curious about where he came from. But she had a point. There was something familiar about how the dropped the same vowels and made certain that their words connected in an eloquent fashion — even more so, the way they both instinctively seemed to know their way around a piano. “M-m-m-maybe. I’d…” He paused, playing another morbid chord before he dared look over at her again. “I’d be rather…well, certainly rather honored to have come from the same place as you.” He caught the tail end of her sentence and looked back down at the piano, but there was the faintest bit of a smile on his lips. He did feel…at ease with her. But it was so hard for him to relax completely. A thousand times he could tell himself that no one was watching, but it seemed to make no difference. At least until now. “I very much appreciate it.” And for a moment, his defining stutter seemed to go missing. Relief flooded through him — at least he wouldn’t have to worry about her husband showing up to take over the duet. In fact, based on what she said, he doubted almost entirely that he would show up in the store at all. “Quite ready.” He said with a gentle smile as he put his hands on the keys. The rain didn’t distract him — in fact, it made for a rather beautiful trio. Her light and melodious notes coupled with the rhythmic refrain of his darkened bass tones. The piece had been written like a call and response — the beginning gentle and held almost entirely by the lower notes, until Aria picked back up the melody as the tempo increased. Victor didn’t have to think about it when they played, it just seemed to flow naturally. Victor’s notes might have been melancholy were it not for the accompaniment of Aria’s own tune. His eyes crossed paths with hers again as he felt his heart do strange jumps within his chest. What was this feeling?
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Post by ARIA NEVAEH PAPILLION on Jun 13, 2015 1:00:03 GMT
His words made Aria smile. Then maybe when this nonsense in Wonderland ended, they would return back to their world together. With their memories in use, they could keep their friendship. Friendship, how presumptuous They started their melody, getting used to each other’s little nuances in their playing. She was attached to playing the lighter pieces of the song while he was playing the darker pieces. She was always a beat ahead of him, more sure of what she was going to play than he. Their personalities were complete opposites. She was the more forward of the pair with her insistence upon leading their conversation. The more they played, the more together they became. He was getting used to her and she could feel herself smile. The rumbling of the sky was their background noise and the pitter patter of rain was a sign of nature’s applause. “You play beautifully,” She told him as she continued on with the song, going on a bit of an improvisation. The piano that he had was beautiful, something that she was as comfortable playing with as the piano back in her home. Like hers, it was used to one owner and only a few passerbys. “Does your wife play?” She asked him. And at the mention of the spouses once more, Aria could not help but ask him another question. It was something that had been troubling her since she had arrived in Wonderland. “How did you know that you were married to her?” She asked. She looked at him briefly before looking back to the sheet music. She bit her lower lip briefly before she went to explain, “It was like we were both dropped there in this house. There were things that appealed to his taste and things that appealed to mine. We had matching wedding bands. And we figured ‘why not’. Not that I mind. I love being married,” Well, she liked that there was someone there even though there were times she felt uneasy around him. It was better than being alone. “I just wished that I remembered my wedding day.” Oh she would give all of her money to relive that memory. There was something that called to her about being in that white dress and speaking her vows. Notes: Aria talks enough for the two of them. xD VICTOR NATHANIEL VAN DORT |
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