Post by azar on Feb 1, 2009 21:54:58 GMT -5
Slow and steady. Notes plucked, strings pulled, and a somber melody was heard. Azar hadn't said a word since he left the preceding day, retreating to his world of silence for very good reasons. Nothing was alleviated after the little spat with Ravi upon meeting his mother, and it was all over. Azar's lover was probably halfway to Lun Yang by now, where Azar vowed not to set foot again. Their relationship was gone, ended, with no immediate chance of return.
Azar tightened a key on the instrument's soundboard, adjusting the tone to perfection. He steadily brought back to mind every minute they shared, each night they spent together, and each time where 'I love you' was the word of the day. If their ties were shattered right now, those were only empty and meaningless words. The musician sighed, staring to the rocky ground, following each crack like a tiny river in the artful arrangement of those flat stone tiles.
The low stone fence was warmed by the sun, yet the day itself blew a pleasant cool breeze. There Azar sat atop the low stone fence outside his home, a raised partition where a lengthy strip of rich soil and sparse, young flowers stretched not far behind. Against the foundation of the home where he grew up, it rose a good two feet off the ground. It was a good seat.
He wore what had become his favorite outfit; cordovan trousers and an opera mauve, sleeveless, thigh-length tunic. A wide purple sash and Persian red robe existed around his waist, and deep burgundy, curled-toed slippers decked his feet. The same Fire Nation flair of his shawl-like garment over his shoulders made another appearance, mandarin-collared and burgundy, covering down to his biceps.
It wouldn't take brilliant sages to guess Azar was depressed, but it came so quickly after his stupidity became manifest-- and worst of all, he knew it. If Ravi was really too good for him, that would make a good lot of sense. He was only testing the virtuous fellow by staying with him, he was duly certain...and that was the hardest thought to swallow, that it could've been all his fault. However, his last decision was to allow Ravi his freedom. Whatever happened in his life after that would be seperate from Azar, who he'd never hear from again; and if they ever met again, a lot would need to be said. He would be ready by then.
Closing his eyes, the music stopped. A grumbling, harsh breath growled from Azar's lungs, his head bowed and his nostrils flaring. Other than laying in bed, which in itself didn't sound too palatable, the world and everything within was found with his utter apathy-- more so than before, the day with Tsu, if that were even possible. Not even he knew where this day would go, if it were total carelessness, or would would cross his path and change his mind. Frowning again, he softly pounded his fist against the stone and muttered to himself.
"Damn you..."
Azar tightened a key on the instrument's soundboard, adjusting the tone to perfection. He steadily brought back to mind every minute they shared, each night they spent together, and each time where 'I love you' was the word of the day. If their ties were shattered right now, those were only empty and meaningless words. The musician sighed, staring to the rocky ground, following each crack like a tiny river in the artful arrangement of those flat stone tiles.
The low stone fence was warmed by the sun, yet the day itself blew a pleasant cool breeze. There Azar sat atop the low stone fence outside his home, a raised partition where a lengthy strip of rich soil and sparse, young flowers stretched not far behind. Against the foundation of the home where he grew up, it rose a good two feet off the ground. It was a good seat.
He wore what had become his favorite outfit; cordovan trousers and an opera mauve, sleeveless, thigh-length tunic. A wide purple sash and Persian red robe existed around his waist, and deep burgundy, curled-toed slippers decked his feet. The same Fire Nation flair of his shawl-like garment over his shoulders made another appearance, mandarin-collared and burgundy, covering down to his biceps.
It wouldn't take brilliant sages to guess Azar was depressed, but it came so quickly after his stupidity became manifest-- and worst of all, he knew it. If Ravi was really too good for him, that would make a good lot of sense. He was only testing the virtuous fellow by staying with him, he was duly certain...and that was the hardest thought to swallow, that it could've been all his fault. However, his last decision was to allow Ravi his freedom. Whatever happened in his life after that would be seperate from Azar, who he'd never hear from again; and if they ever met again, a lot would need to be said. He would be ready by then.
Closing his eyes, the music stopped. A grumbling, harsh breath growled from Azar's lungs, his head bowed and his nostrils flaring. Other than laying in bed, which in itself didn't sound too palatable, the world and everything within was found with his utter apathy-- more so than before, the day with Tsu, if that were even possible. Not even he knew where this day would go, if it were total carelessness, or would would cross his path and change his mind. Frowning again, he softly pounded his fist against the stone and muttered to himself.
"Damn you..."