And listen to the music of the night ((Sienna))

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And listen to the music of the night ((Sienna))

Post by Guest on Thu Aug 01, 2013 12:31 pm

Lúthien couldn't sleep. Despite the fact it was a perfect night and she felt completely safe, the girl just couldn't sleep. She was thinking about how crazy the last few days had been, discovering who she was. Lúthien looked to the side, where Calix was snoring softly. With a smile she crept out of bed and scribbled a note for him. Well, several notes so he was sure to see at least one of them. Putting them on several places, Lúthien left the room quietly. She didn't care she was breaking curfew, she knew that hardly anybody really cared too much. She quietly picked up her flutes. The one Fergus had given her and the one that Damon had given her and with one last loving look at her boyfriends door, the girl left the Principia on bare feet. The simple fact was that she'd lost her shoes somewhere in the darkness of the Principia and didn't want to risk waking Calix or Elijah up. There was one other person she was going to wake, but that was different somehow. She didn't think the daughter of Venus would really mind that much if she suddenly appeared. She and the other girl had gotten along better than Lúthien could remember getting along with anybody else on a first meeting. Even with Calix things had been a little shady. It was music that connected the two girls. Lúthien played and Sienna danced to it. 

Lúthien remembered meeting Sienna when she hadn't regained most of her memories yet. She trusted the girl as Sienna had placed trust in the sound of a flute and started dancing. That had surprised Lúthien so much she'd kept playing and hadn't approached the girl until after the music had stopped. Sienna had listened to her patiently and heard her story, telling her it was okay not to live the life of another just because she looked the same. Lúthien had found comfort in that and had accepted Sienna's threat of dancing lessons, promising to attempt teaching her to play the flute. That was a promise she'd start keeping now, in the middle of the night. She had two flutes, a lack of sleep and a story to tell the girl she already saw as a friend. She knew Sienna was the centurion of the Fourth and so that was where she was headed. She managed to get there without trouble from the guards and paused by the door. How would she manage to lure Sienna out without waking up half the cohort in the process? A smile appeared on the lips of the daughter of Discordia as a plan formed in her mind. She put her own flute to her lips and softly played a melody that she knew was alluring to any dancer. If that didn't get through to the girl, she'd have to sneak in and wake her up, hopefully without her screaming. 

Lúthien played for a short while, knowing noises often registered on the sleeping mind. She sat nearby to be seen from the entrance and a sparkle was in her eyes. The second flute was in her lap and she patiently played and waited. Her song ended. "Come on Si." She muttered softly. She didn't care if somebody found her, she was safe. She knew Calix got worried sick if she left without explanation or a note. She knew why. After what had happened, she didn't want him to worry and think he'd lost her again. She'd left her boyfriend a note for that reason, a note telling him she'd gone to visit Sienna. Things would be fine. And so she sat waiting, listening as the seconds ticked by. She started to wonder if her plan had worked and picked up a pebble, turning it in her hand and wondering if she should throw it. It was either that or walk in. Just as she was debating, she suddenly heard noises and a few moment later, the door opened a little. Lúthien played a very short tune as a greeting, standing up, hoping it was indeed Sienna that would come out to greet her. If not, they'd probably end up waking her so on that point it didn't matter... much.

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Re: And listen to the music of the night ((Sienna))

Post by Guest on Sat Aug 03, 2013 11:33 am

Restless days, restless nights. Something that was unfortunately true for the Roman, as she tossed fitfully in bed. Lately, Sienna just couldn’t catch a break, and she didn’t know what was wrong. Some days were better. The girl could wake up somewhat restful, and go through her day. Some accident might happen, something that needed fixing, or something that had Sienna stressed out. Most recently, that just included ‘problems’ within the Romans. People leaving her cohort (basically disappearing), arguments with friends, small things like that Sienna could get over quickly. They weren’t big issues, and the girl would have been happy if that was the extent of her problems. And then there were the bad days.

Those were the days when everything seemed to go wrong. Vivid nightmares at night, and those carried over into her daytime too. The bad days always seemed to fall on days where she encountered Greeks. With good reason, she could say. Sienna was just torn about what to do about them, she really was. Recently, they’d given her no reason not to trust them, and they’d been friendly enough, but…Sienna could pin most of her problems on things they’d done not-so-recently. Because the girl just didn’t find Camp Jupiter 2.0 as nice as the earlier one, and she constantly found herself nostalgic for the California days. She often dreamed about it, before the dreams turned into nightmares. Remembering important events like her first day at camp, joining the legion, and everything in between. Sienna was hanging onto something already dead and gone, she knew, but the girl couldn’t help herself. She loved those days too much just to let them go. Thoughts like that frequented her bad days, which was most of them nowadays.

But not every bad day’s so bad,Sienna blearily thought as sleep, which had been close to overtaking her, washed away again. Blinking her eyes rapidly a few times, Sienna turned over to face the wall, pulling the sheets up regardless of the heat. It was true enough, she supposed. There was no black and white in this world, and events had carried over from day to day. Sienna had found another cohort member gone on a good day, and she’d met someone interesting on a bad day. Interesting was a generic term, she knew, but Sienna had trouble describing the Roman girl she’d met, Melody. After having another bad day, Sienna had risked getting caught to sneak out for some fresh air, and had been met, after some time, with music instead. Of course, being a dancer, Sienna couldn’t listen to music and not dance to it. So she’d just danced, and ignored the possibility of danger. Whether Melody was dangerous or not could still be judged, but at the time, the girl had seemed lost, and Sienna knew something about that, and she didn’t like it. So while she didn’t lose all her memories like the other girl, she could sympathize a little bit, knowing you had something but having lost it.

Sienna turned again discomforted, remembering other small details of the meeting. Her promise (threat), to teach the girl to dance, and Melody’s response. The thought semiconsciously made Sienna groan and smile a little into her pillow. Maybe it was just thinking about the girl, but Sienna could almost hear music playing from a flute, which was Melody’s preferred instrument. It took a little while to realize that no, it was not Sienna’s imagination, and that music really was playing. But Melody couldn’t be here. Sitting up quietly, and again listening to the music hesitantly, Sienna waited a short bit. Actually, yes, the daughter of Venus could imagine Melody doing this. She didn’t know the girl very well, but she did know the other girl had distaste for curfew. Pulling the covers off quickly, Sienna stood up and stretched quickly, letting the fatigue wear off slightly. She then pulled on some clothes (because Sienna was a centurion and was not going to lose her dignity by leaving the barracks in pajamas). Just a lace black tank top and shorts, because it was New York, and the weather was warm, even at night. The music was still playing, but the girl could imagine it’d end soon, so she only took a few second to brush her hair before making her way to the door, slipping on shoes.

Cracking the door open an inch, and peeking out, Sienna saw what she expected to see. Melody and a flute. Giving a small smile, Sienna said, “Typical.” Sliding out the rest of the way, Sienna closed the door behind her, taking in the girl in front of her. Noticing for the first time the second flute, Sienna groaned lowly. “Oh, no.” She didn’t say much else, but waited for the other Roman to respond. While she waited, Sienna rubbed her eyes a couple times. She could already tell it was going to be a long night.

((So, Sienna still doesn’t know about Lúthien getting her memories back, that’s why she's referring to her as Melody <.<))

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Re: And listen to the music of the night ((Sienna))

Post by Guest on Tue Aug 06, 2013 1:40 pm

((Tis only logical))

Lúthien looked as Sienna came out of the barracks, fully dressed and looking as impeccable as the first time they'd met. Lúthien didn't know who the parent of this girl was but she certainly had something about her. She had exactly the kind of attitude that Lúthien could appreciate, a certain type of defiance and courage to stand up to authority. Lúthien didn't know how she knew, but she was sure of it. That strength somehow wasn't taken away by the sheer beauty of this woman, it was actually made stronger. This wasn't the kind of girl you wanted as your enemy and Lúthien loved teasing those types. Still, Sienna was different in the way that she'd accepted Lúthien for who she was back when she'd been Melody. No nagging, no questions she knew couldn't be answered and no large expectations to fill the shoes of another person. For that Melody was thankful up to the point she trusted this woman and considered her a friend. For Lúthien, that was a very big deal. If only she remembered why.

The details about her past were still very foggy and half the things she didn't couldn't be explained by her past. Or if they could, she missed the details that made everything fit together. She didn't like or trust people for some reason and Lúthien knew it was some kind of emotional pain but she didn't remember the source. Apart from that finding out had planted that seed of doubt. While she believed her adoptive family truly loved her, being abandoned shortly after birth by her father made the woman wonder a lot of things. It also made her insecure and she'd spent a few nights wondering if she was even worth the love of her adoptive parents. If her father had left her, he'd probably done it for a reason. Did she deserve the love her adoptive parents had doubtlessly given her? With the things Lúthien knew about herself, she actually guessed not as she was a very unpleasant person most of the time. She shook those thoughts though, focussing on Sienna. This was what mattered right now, this moment.

Lúthien smiled and laughed a melodious little laugh as she witnessed Sienna's reaction to the second flute. The eye rubbing made it obvious Sienna was tired but Lúthien found she didn't care much. "Let's just sit down for a moment before we get to that point." She said gently while patting the floor beside her. She smiled gently at Sienna and waited for the other girl to sit down before she played a short tune on her flute. A tiny little dance tune. After that she allowed the silence to stretch for a moment, smiling as she spoke again. "My name is Lúthien Anárion. The person that gave birth to me is Discordia Perditus. My parents are from Austria, the man who conceived me left me at an Orphanage there shortly after I was born. I love playing the flute and I'm in a relationship with Calix Kiril. Elijah Emmanual happens to have the same mother so I suppose he's my brother. He talks too much. I was born in December and I used to babysit a girl named Míriel. That's everything I remember so far. I know it's not much but at least the memories are returning." Lúthien said, speaking freely compared to her usual silent self. She turned to face Sienna and pursed her lips for a moment. "I'm pretty sure we've never met before." She added and soon she smiled again. Lúthien truly felt like she had a friend in this girl.

At that point she chuckled softly and handed Sienna the flute. "Don't bother trying to argue, all you'll do is entertain me." She added with a twinkle in her eyes. With a mother like Discordia, it kind of was a given thing. She had fought that part of her nature back in Scotland, not egging the pub fighters on but somehow the girl felt that such chaotic and loaded situations made her smile and feel powerful. Not loved, just powerful and in control in a way. To know she was capable on influencing people somehow. Being out of control completely wasn't something that Lúthien liked. She loved chaos but she needed to at least have control over her own life. She didn't listen to authorities simply because they held a position. If she listened it was because she didn't mind executing their order or because she cared for those people for who they were. Sienna was somebody that Lúthien would probably end up listening to, just because she liked the girl. However, her current centurion (who's name she hadn't bothered to remember) didn't have that particular privilege. At that point, perhaps it would be better if Calix threw her down a cohort if he wanted her to listen to her supposed superiors.

((Sorry but too lazy to code >.> Next time again!))

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Re: And listen to the music of the night ((Sienna))

Post by Guest on Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:42 pm

Sienna could see there was almost something different about Melody. Certainly nothing noticeable in her appearance, although Sienna noted amusedly she was barefoot and looked like she had just rolled out of bed. It was something more mental, if the girl had to find a word for it. When the daughter of Venus had first run into Melody, the younger girl had been feeling more insecure. And why not, after losing her memory? Sienna could see at the time that she was uncomfortable, and definitely missing something. But she didn’t see that anymore. The girl wasn’t totally sure what had changed, but Melody didn’t look so lost now, she could see that in the other girl’s eyes. Something was different, that was for sure. Sienna might have said something about that, or asked, but she refrained from speaking. Was it rude, to ask something like that? Sienna wasn’t normally restrained by what was considered ‘rude’ or not, but she wanted to tread carefully when it came to Melody’s memories.

As it happened, Sienna didn’t have to speak. Before she could fully decide on what to (not) say, Melody laughed after hearing Sienna’s input on Melody’s earlier suggestion on playing music. Giving a sheepish smile, Sienna brushed a piece of hair that’d fallen into her eyes away. Subconsciously braiding her hair, and then unbraiding it again, Sienna raised an eyebrow when Melody sat down and motioned for Sienna to do the same. “Story time?” Sienna joked as she lightly sat down next to the other Roman. The girl crossed her legs, and let her fingers tap lightly on them as she watched Melody play another small song on the flute. Catchy. Letting her head rest on the palm of her hand, Sienna let the silence settle down, very aware of what a thinking face looked like. Whatever Melody had to tell her looked important, by the way Melody had stayed silent and was very obviously deep in thought.

Now the daughter of Venus was curious. While waiting for the silence to end, and Melody to speak, Sienna let her mind try and figure out what the girl was going to say. Some of the ideas were just stupid, and Sienna let go of them quickly, considering that Melody wouldn’t have come in the middle of the night just for flute lessons. But when she did speak, it was the last thing Sienna ever expected to hear. From the first sentence, Sienna’s poker face slipped, and shock was apparent on the girl’s face. What a way to start a story. As the other girl continued, Sienna’s eyebrows rose, and the shock didn’t go away. And when she finished, Sienna was speechless (a rare occurrence). The only thing she could think to say was, “No, I don’t think we have met before.” Sienna had never seen Melody-no, Lúthien-before, and that’d been part of the reason she’d told the other girl she had no obligations to be someone she wasn’t. Except, apparently, she was. “So you are…” Sienna couldn’t finish that sentence.

The two girls fell into silence again, and Sienna’s mind was still racing. Lúthien had disappeared shortly before Sienna had made her way to the new Camp Jupiter, so all she’d heard about the girl was rumor and speculation. She’d never seen Lúthien’s face, or known how she acted beyond the gossip mill. All Sienna had seen up to that moment was the girl’s legacy. Watching one praetor sink into an abyss of pain, watching the other one coping. Meeting people who had known the girl. And now, the girl herself. Sienna supposed it didn’t change their friendship too much, or so she hoped. The daughter of Venus had been feeling very alone lately. Being out of contact with her friends, Sienna had been spending more time alone than ever. Meeting Melody, or Lúthien, had been a nice relief, and the fast-formed friendship was something Sienna valued. But she couldn’t help but stare at the girl for a bit, wondering how much she would change after receiving her memories. Whether or not Lúthien would still want to be around Sienna, now that she was empowered with her identity again.

These thoughts idly ran around her mind, so Sienna was sufficiently pleased when Lúthien changed the subject. Of course, the sufficiently came from the topic, which was the flute lessons. Turning the instrument over in her hand, Sienna glared at it before looking back up at the girl. “Well, if you really want to get rid of it, I suppose my attempts at playing could crack the wood in two,” Sienna sarcastically replied, dejectedly taking the instrument and looking it over. Sienna was an artistic person, sure, with her dancing. She was fairly certain, however, that the natural ability wouldn’t extend to instruments. In the past, she’d just left those to the Apollo kids, and the idea of playing it now was worrying. Looking up at Lúthien again, Sienna asked, “There’s nothing I could say that could change your mind?” The shock of the last few minutes was still settling in, so Sienna was numbly moving past that for now. She was sure, in the morning, was when she’d really freak out (or play out whatever her reaction would normally be when she found out her amnesic friends were really girls who’d disappeared months before). In the meantime, she’d just enjoy spending time with her friend, while attempting to stay as far away from the flute as possible.

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