Thread: The Musician's Overture [GGentleman x Soft Strokes]

Most people whod undergone pain would say that going home after an incident would be the worst part, having to deal with the aftermath of their emotional outbursts and what was happening. Vivian, however, felt nothing as she walked. The cold wind was biting through her, and she could sense that rain was coming nearby, mainly due to the odd twinge in the air that shed learned to avoid having a delicate instrument with her at all times. Yet now she walked through the streets alone, each step pressing on the cold stones underneath her and making her that much more worried as to what she was going to do. Walking alone through the empty streets that brought back memories. Vivian recalled the first days shed walked through the city, violin case on hand and a suitcase in the other. The snow was blowing and shed become wet down to her core from it, and the people around her gave her looks of confusion and slight worry as she made her way through the streets. Yet that had turned to a simple dismissal, and shed realized she was lost. The snow had turned into a blizzard, and it was too white to see. Vivian had panicked and tried to rush for shelter, and shed found a bus stop. But there werent any other buildings nearby, so she hadnt been able to find anything Shed panicked as she huddled her frigid body into the corner of the tiny little contraption, and almost cried. She was cold, tired and her limbs were freezing, and yet nobody was coming for her. Nobody here knew who she was, and nobody was going to rescue her. The phones were down, she had nothing to keep warm with, and she knew she was going to get hurt if she stayed out there for so long. Alone she had been utterly alone. The stop had been located beside a massive parking lot, and so to her, itd looked like she was in the middle of nowhere. Vivian had been forced to stay there for almost an hour, freezing as she tried to figure out what she could do but she had no ideas to. She was going to die if she stayed out there, and the feeling of having sex with Cecilia that past day had long since faded into terror. Vivian slowly entered into the motel, not saying a word to the lady at the desk. She had a vague recollection of her, but it was a feeling of trying to place a single name in a sea of them. So she paid her no mind and simply made her way to her room, opening the motel room and letting out a sigh of despair as she quickly fumbled at her clothes, ditching them and tossing them aside as she made her way into the shower, turning the dim lights on while turning the faucet all the way up on the hotter end. That blizzard had lasted three days, but Vivian wouldnt have lasted long out in the cold. She didnt know what she could do, and she had only one option left to move forward. She had to find someplace to stay, someplace to be safe. Shed been left with no other options, nothing else for her to be able to do. Vivian had forced her body upwards into the air and started to walk straight ahead. The hot water cascaded down Vivians skin as she let out a long sigh of relief. Her hair distangled and fell down her backside, letting her slightly tanned skin show off to the showers walls. She gripped the soap slightly as the memories flashed even more now, more than before, and she sniffed as she recalled the next bit. Shed finally felt a building, felt something against her hands. Shed followed its outline, trying to find someone or something. But nobody had been there, nobody had been answering. She couldnt see them, and her yells were being lost to the wind. She would freeze, she had to do something. Vivian gripped the sides of the shower. Now, in her hands, was her violin again, uncased as shed gripped the bow with the last of her strength, dragging it across the highest pitches she could. Shed dragged the bow back and forth whilst the wind tore and ripped away the notes, playing with all her frozen and cold fingers could play. It hadnt been any song, just her playing notes, trying to get attention, someone to hear her and let her inside. The notes had kept going, but Vivian hadnt heard anybody. The bow had shook as her notes faltered and she was too cold, and shed collapsed onto her knees. The snow had thankfully given her some cushion as shed fallen, and the tears she was crying were being torn away before they fell. Shed dropped the violin into the snow, unable to move as the cold tore away at her body. Just as the door to her left opened and a cry of utter shock filled the air. Shed lost her violin that night. Theyd found her suitcase with her, and even her bow, but not her violin. The bow had been frozen to her hand and the suitcase handle was near her other, but that violin had been gone after the two days when the snow had cleared. The family had been nice to her, a simple couple thatd moved to the city recently and heard her playing outside. Theyd been nice enough to house her until the storm passed, but that violin wasnt there when the snow cleared. The hot water above her stopped as Vivian pulled her hand away from the knob. Stepping out, her now hot and glistening gorgeous body was quickly wrapped in a towel. Vivian was far too tired to do much more, and so she simply held the towel over her body as she made her way over to her bed, collapsing onto it and soaking the pillows with her hair. Her pride, her poise was missing, just like that violin. And as she felt her face hit the pillows and the need for sleep overwhelemed her, she couldnt help but see that violin turn into Cecis curled up body Itd been an hour since shed passed out, and the knock on the door made Vivian groan heavily as she was dragged out of her slumber. The girl let out a mumbled groan as she slowly got up, yawning as the knocking persisted. Her eyes were dead and her hair was a mess from sleeping, and it was still wet from the shower. Grunting, Vivian looked around her room, her eyes sleepily finding the door and giving a long groan before slowly gripping onto the towel under her, lifting it up and gently wrapping it around her body before groggily making her way to the door. Opening it just enough to let her face be seen, Vivian yawned heavily before looking blankly out the door, Vat is it? Its its so late She yawned, still holding the towel to her body with the other hand. Her bleary eyes focused on the body in front of the door, the light behind her making it hard to focus on, Ceci..?