Broken Chords (Luciana Libitina)

[Gustave de Chagny]

((If you would like this thread in a different location, just let me know and I'll edit and have it moved real quick. You can choose to use it as Luci's arrival if you would like, or you can choose to have it later on in her timeline. I was just going through and doing posts and figured I would try to get it out of the way since I actually had some muse for it lol.))

Little Gustave was quite the talented musician for his age. It was supposed this was because he took after his mother's side of the family. After all, his mother was a renowned opera singer, and his grandfather had been a famous Swedish violinist... Music ran through his veins, like the blood itself. He played a few different instruments, and was a talented boy soprano, though his instrument of choice was the piano. Whenever he played, his fingers glided from key to key, and it was a wonder that he and the instrument were two separate things at all, they fit together so well.

This was also what Gustave missed the most about his home back in Paris. He missed his piano. He sometimes wondered if it got lonely there without him to keep it company. He had said goodbye to it before he and his parents had set off for America, but it had been so long now. He had found a few other pianos there at the manor, but it just wasn't the same...

It was at one of these 'other' pianos where Gustave sat that cold winter afternoon in the ballroom. He remembered the first time he had ever played this piano was when Princess Meg had first brought him to the ballroom and had told him that she would dance for him if he played the piano for her. He thought that she was very beautiful, and so was more than happy to share his talents in order for her to share hers.

As the little boy sat there, he ran his fingers gently and smoothly along the ivory keys, brushing them, though not hard enough to make any noise. A tune was playing though his head, and he was listening, hearing in his inner ear where the various themes and variations would go, and smiling a little to him self as he did so.

After a bit of listening to the song running though his head, the movements of his little fingers grew more purposeful and he put more pressure onto the keys, now playing the notes that ran through his head. It was a pleasant soft little melody, but it's minor key made it seem almost sad. Sixteenth notes trickled out in a style sort of between classical and baroque. It wasn't like most of the songs that he played, but for some reason, that was what was in his head that day. Why it was, the boy could not begin to explain...

[Luciana Libitina]

[/color][/i] Luciana thought to herself in her native language of Italian, holding onto the near by chair to steady herself as she stood.

There were quite a few chairs and love seats in the room that she was currently in with lamps and flowers on tables. Even books on shelves by the walls. Such as The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Les Miserables and many classics. Or so she thought since most of them were not even thought of when she was born. But they did catch her interest. Especially the Hunchback. Curiosity took the young Roman girl as she plucked from the shelf and sat in a big chair, reading the first few pages. Only to be as enchanted with the story as much as she was with Erik.

"When I grow up, I want to look like Esmeralda. She sounds absolutely beautiful."[/b] Luciana mused out loud while envisioning herself with a boxum body, looking like Venus the Goddess of love. Giggling to herself before turning her attention back to the book, it was severed when she heard music. Actually a Piano to be exact. Standing once again holding onto the book as if her life depended on it, she made her way out of the den as she followed the notes echoing throughout the air.

Soon enough the music lead her into a large ballroom, so large that it would rival the size of the Sistine chapel. Then the melody was louder when she walked in meaning that someone was in there playing. Luciana with a giddy smile on her face having the feeling that it was her Erik playing. Seeing a head of black hair behind a piano made her heart pound faster against her chest and caused her to bite her lip. Walking faster towards it to see her beloved on the keys but was disappointed when she saw a boy, a few years younger then her. "Who are you?"[/b] She asked in English, not wanting to confuse the child.[/ul]

[Gustave de Chagny]

The little ten-year-old boy continued to play his ditty, completely unaware of the fact that somebody else had entered the room. The music was his friend, after all, and he did not hesitate to give it his full attention. After all, how could he expect it to listen to him if he did not listen to it?

His little concerto continued on until a girl’s voice made him jump a little and caused his fingers to falter. He stopped, startled, and stared up at her with a somewhat bewildered expression. She was very beautiful, with dark eyes and dark hair much like his own, but the boy had never seen her before! In fact, until now, he had no idea that there were other children there in the Manor at all!

“G-Gustave de Chagny,” he boy cooed in a timid voice when the girl asked him who he was. “W-who are you?” Did this mean that he would have someone to play with there at the Manor? Oh, he certainly did wish he could have a playmate…

[Luciana Libitina]

[/color][/b] Her soft Italian accented voice smoothly mixed with her words, giving her a aura of seduction beyond her years.

Young Gustave looked almost like her Erik only with dark hair and eyes like her. But the way he was playing, he was acting like the music was right there in front of him. He was good though her mysterious prince was better. "You are magnificent on the piano but what else are you good at?"[/b] Already Luciana was comparing him to her Father's adopted son by asking him what else he could play. Tilting her head cutely to the side, her black eyes were locked on the boy as if she was a cat and he a mouse. Waiting for the right moment to pounce. [/ul]

[Gustave de Chagny]

Gustave looked down at his feet for a moment, fleeing from making eye contact with the girl there in the room with him. She was very beautiful, and didn’t seem to be too much older than he was, really. “N-nice to m-meet you t-too, Miss Libitina” he said softly. He had a habit of always calling people “Miss” or “Mister” even if they were around his age, particularly if he did not know them very well. It wasn’t necessarily a bad habit to have though. After all, it was better to be overly polite than to come across as rude.

He faltered a little when she asked him if he was good at anything else. What should he say? Yes, he had other things that he was good at, but would he come across as conceited to her? “I… I write songs sometimes,” he said. “A-and I’m learning to play the violin. One of Mother’s friends is teaching me… Are you good at music too?”

[Luciana Libitina]

[/color][/b] She told him moving closer and sitting on the piano bench beside him when he told her what else he could do. “A-and I’m learning to play the violin. One of Mother’s friends is teaching me… Are you good at music too?”[/i]

"I would love to sing but Papa says that I sound like nails on a stone. And the nuns tried to teach me but I want to sing songs of passion and love."[/b] She mused before sighing. "There are only so many hymns a girl can take."[/b] Hence her nick name. Lilith's child. Luciana caressed the book in her hands as if it were a pet.[/ul]

[Gustave de Chagny]

The boy gulped a little when the girl sat down beside him on the piano bench. It had been a long time since he’d spoken to anyone around his own age, especially a pretty beautiful girl. He scooted over a little bit, so that she could have some more room to sit, and looked over at her shyly. “Y-yes, Luciana,” he managed when she told him that just ‘Luciana’ was fine.

She told him that she’d like to learn to sing, but not the type that the ‘nuns’ had taught her. “I sing a little bit,” he told her, managing a bit more confidence. He felt less awkward now that they had some sort of a common ground in music. “My mother used to be an opera singer. She still sings sometimes.”