Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
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Post by Trent on Dec 24, 2006 17:53:43 GMT
If there was one thing Trent knew with all his heart and shattered mind it was that despite Calla’s belief he was a better man for meeting her. It was the only thing that he felt she was wrong about. After all, in his rare moments of sanity he knew that his father would have just carried on beating him almost every day until his body had finally given up under the constant onslaught. Plus he would have been dead and cold ash in his grave for many a year if she hadn’t turned him.
“I never regret meeting you. Being what I am. Even when the clouds cover me and it’s hard to see the light because it hides. Even then I do not curse the change. Without you the devil would still have come to my soul and pulled it piece by piece away. You saved me from loosing it all.”
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Callandra
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Callandra on Dec 24, 2006 20:09:53 GMT
Calla gave a soft smile at his words, but she wished that she had been able to do something more for him. Perhaps even something that would have left him whole, like he had been before she had come into his life. “I think you would have been perfectly fine without me. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
Posts: 132
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Post by Trent on Dec 25, 2006 22:58:26 GMT
“I was not alive until I met you for that proper time,” Trent assured her. “The time you actually spoke to me and gave me hope of a life. Until then…” he trailed off, gnawing at his lip in clear frustration. The Italian had always had trouble expressing himself with words, even before loosing his hold on his mind. His poetry had been – at best – dismal and now, even on good days what he wanted to say and what actually worked its way out of the maze of his mind and into the air were two very different things.
Trent pulled away from Calla and spun towards his violin again, eyes shining. He quickly snatched the instrument up and fitted it under his chin, foot tapping slightly and clearly inspired by their conversation. If he couldn’t say it in words – and he couldn’t – then at the very least he could make some kind of attempt at it in music. Giving Calla a hopeful and slightly shy smile he stood there, wooden violin at the ready, bow held loosely in his hand.
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Callandra
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Callandra on Dec 26, 2006 17:54:24 GMT
Trent was what she lived for and, she supposed, he always had been. Even before she had met him- before he had even been born- she had felt that there was something somewhere that she was supposed to find. She just hadn’t realized what that was. She had even stayed in Venice for several years, despite never having stayed in one city so long before. The city had held what she had unknowingly been searching for her entire life- Trent.
At Trent’s smile, Calla gave one of her own, this one gentle and encouraging as she settled on the edge of the bed to listen to him play. She really did love it when he played for her and she thought that he knew that. As many times as she told him, he certainly should. She loved the enthusiasm he had for his music and he really was talented.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
Posts: 132
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Post by Trent on Dec 27, 2006 13:01:25 GMT
Trent’s early – and human – life could be summed up as periods of darkness and loneliness broken up by visits from his unchanging angel. He tried not to think about the past too much, preferring to count his life as beginning when he woke to find a healing bite in his shoulder and Calla bending over him telling him he was safe and everything would be alright now. Of course, he hadn’t been exactly in the right frame of mind to appreciate the moment for what it was – the werewolf’s mind had been so fragile, far worse that it was now.
The smile grew on his face as Calla returned it, showing clear pleasure at her encouragement. It never hurt to be remained that she loved him, that she loved what he did. It made Trent feel as if there was one thing he could do right for her. Closing his eyes, the wolf placed the bow against the strings of his violin, letting the music speak for him. Letting deep, dark notes sound out, switching to lower, softer, sadder ones. A life without light, without Calla. Then it changed, becoming sweeter and more uplifting.
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Callandra
Rogue Werewolf
Freelance Graphics Designer
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Post by Callandra on Dec 27, 2006 17:00:28 GMT
Calla pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and watching Trent, allowing the music to sweep over her. It never ceased to amaze her how talented he was and yet, at the same time, it didn’t surprise her at all. He was far more talented than he would ever actually give himself credit for being, but that was one of the things she was there for. To tell him things like that, to let him know that even if he didn’t believe in himself, she believed in him. Not to mention so much more.
While Trent’s life had been far worse than hers before they had met, Calla’s had been… empty. She had wandered too much to ever make any real connections and even when she stopped long enough and seemed to take interest in a male, it had never been real. Calla had only used them to get what she had needed to survive comfortably and then moved on. She had never seen herself taking on a mate, really and truly caring about someone. Trent had changed that about her and she was better for it. She was better for having met him and there were no doubts in her mind about that.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
Posts: 132
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Post by Trent on Dec 31, 2006 13:06:08 GMT
He felt the music swell up inside of him, filling up spaces in his mind. Music was the only thing he could feel inside, could picture in his mind and then let come out through his fingers exactly as he pictured it. Unlike words, they seemed to get lost somewhere between his mind and his mouth. Trent increased the tempo of his tune, making it fast and light, and the sound almost spinning around the room in clear joy.
It was a happy tune, one disconnected almost from the tragedy of real life. It didn’t seem to care about the harsh reality and instead danced along to its own personal little world. Rather like Trent himself in fact. He smiled to himself as he played, eyes still closed.
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Callandra
Rogue Werewolf
Freelance Graphics Designer
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Post by Callandra on Jan 2, 2007 18:13:46 GMT
Calla found herself smiling softly as she watched Trent play, the music filling the apartment. There really was nothing quite like watching Trent when he was happy; it made her happy to do so, making it even more enjoyable. They both had their own artistic talents- Trent had his skills with the violin and she had her skills in graphic design. His helped them be happy and hers allowed them to live quite comfortably. Each skill had its own use and, to her at least, neither ability was more important than the other.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
Posts: 132
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Post by Trent on Jan 10, 2007 15:47:30 GMT
The music rose in a crashing crescendo of dramatic noise, the notes ringing out loud and clear as Trent pressed the bow hard down on the strings of his instrument, bringing the song to an abrupt and striking finish. He remained frozen in place as the music slowly died away, eyes closed and bow resting against his side as if he could keep himself in the sounds for just that few seconds more. Where music was like colour and images and there was an order he understood.
Slowly Trent opened his eyes, gaze unfocused. “Was it good?” he asked softly, tilting his head slightly to the right as he began to take in Calla – it always took him a few moments to shift back from the music Calla to the flesh and blood in front of him. “Did you like it?”
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Callandra
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Callandra on Jan 10, 2007 17:10:55 GMT
“I loved it,” she told him honestly. She always loved the pieces he played for her. “And it was very good.” Calla stayed where she was watching him, allowing him to come back to himself. She had long since figured out that it took Trent a moment to come back from his music and she allowed him the time that he needed. Calla could never be called patient except for when it came to Trent. For him, she could wait for as long as he needed her to.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
Posts: 132
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Post by Trent on Jan 10, 2007 18:52:48 GMT
The smile Trent gave her was bright and dazzling, the wolf ridiculously pleased by her praise. It didn’t matter how many times she gave it, each time he looked as if it was the first compliment he had ever received and as such should be treasured as pure gems. He looked away after a few moments and carefully bent down, placing his violin and bow back in the case. The music had chased away the voices for a while and just for a few moments he felt… normal.
Trent didn’t know how long this feeling would last, but he was determined to make the most of it and once the instrument had been safely stored away he stood up again and crossed over to where Calla stood, kissing her softly on the lips, trying to tell her in that movement just how much he loved her.
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Callandra
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Callandra on Jan 10, 2007 20:29:52 GMT
Calla returned the kiss just as softly. She knew that Trent loved her and could only hope that he realized how much she loved him. In all of her long life, there was only one human that she had ever felt was really worth her time and he was there with her now, no longer human and not as stable as he once was, but he was the world to her and then some. She would do anything for Trent if she could and even if she couldn’t, she tried.
She had never actually needed anyone before him and it had taken a while for her to get used to it. She had though and she was better for it. She knew that.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
Posts: 132
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Post by Trent on Jan 13, 2007 14:24:12 GMT
His arms slipped around her waist, softly resting his hands at the small of her back. Just enjoying the moment of being this close to Calla, of feeling her strong, beautiful body in his embrace. When he was sane enough to think about it – which wasn’t very often – he admitted to himself that he would rather be as he was now; a shadow of his mind, and with Calla than whole and without. He wouldn’t be whole without her.
“You are so perfect,” he whispered, nuzzling at her cheek gently, a hint of playfulness in his tone. Trent wasn’t sure if it meant he was loosing his grip on sanity again, but he wanted to play, a teasing thread in his words as he slowly moved up her cheek to kiss at the patch of skin under her right ear. “Your skin is perfect… your nose is perfect… your cute little ear is perfect…”
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Callandra
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Callandra on Jan 13, 2007 22:35:52 GMT
Calla’s arms went around him, holding him closer, breathing in his scent deeply and nestling against him, tilting her head slightly with a small smile on her face. Sometimes, it was so easy to forget the issues they were faced with. Not that she minded them. Calla could go through anything at all for Trent and not think twice about it.
“Well, if I’m perfect, you’re perfect, because I wouldn’t go for anything less if I am.” She turned her head and kissed his jaw not entirely sure that she had made sense. Trent could do that to her and it was not a bad thing.
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Trent
Rogue Werewolf
Violinist
Posts: 132
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Post by Trent on Jan 16, 2007 18:44:25 GMT
He gently stroked her hair, smooth and silky to the touch. It was an illusion but for the moment Trent was content to imagine that he was her protector and that he could look after her instead of the truth, which was the other way round. Trent breathed in her scent, using it to ground him and keep him in place. Her scent was everything he was and he shivered slightly at the feel of her kiss on his chin.
“And you’re perfect little kisses, your perfect hair…” Trent carried on, still listing the things about Calla that he found perfect and wonderful. He could go on for ages about the things he loved so much about his mate.
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