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rainbowfic2013-07-28 07:43 am
serpentine) wrote in rainbowfic2013-07-28 07:43 am
Summertime Blues (special) #14, Ember #4: Music (or the Lack Of)
Name: Tom (serpentine)
Title: Music (or the Lack Of)
Universe:starikov_chronicles
Colors: Summertime Blues (Special Color) #14 - Day just like the last.; Ember #4 - Ashes
Supplies and Styles: none
Word Count: 218
Rating: G
Warnings: No standard warnings apply.
Summary: Kostya and music.
Notes: Written for my lint roller.finch asked Kostya, "Is there something you wanted to learn but never mastered?"
Music evades me.
It is one of those things that noblemen are expected to learn, but I could never get a handle on it. I often find that I am content with silence even though I find music enjoyable.
Yet there are times when I yearn for music in my life.
I can raise my voice in song, but it always falls flat. When I tried to learn the violin, taught to me by one of my tutors, I could not make the instrument sing. It frustrates me when I look through my spell books and find spells that call for the use of song.
There hadn’t been much in the way of music in my life, beyond the lullabies of my childhood, the ones that my mother sang over me and my sister at night. Sometimes, I find myself remembering those and smiling. But my father never brought music into our home.
In some of the books I’ve read, I know that royal courts often invite musicians to play, but my father never did. Our family never invited people to the castle for purely social events, only for business. My father said that these things were conceits, a waste of money.
Maybe they were, but it would’ve been nice to hear music and maybe meet other people.
serpentine)Title: Music (or the Lack Of)
Universe:
starikov_chroniclesColors: Summertime Blues (Special Color) #14 - Day just like the last.; Ember #4 - Ashes
Supplies and Styles: none
Word Count: 218
Rating: G
Warnings: No standard warnings apply.
Summary: Kostya and music.
Notes: Written for my lint roller.
finch asked Kostya, "Is there something you wanted to learn but never mastered?"Music evades me.
It is one of those things that noblemen are expected to learn, but I could never get a handle on it. I often find that I am content with silence even though I find music enjoyable.
Yet there are times when I yearn for music in my life.
I can raise my voice in song, but it always falls flat. When I tried to learn the violin, taught to me by one of my tutors, I could not make the instrument sing. It frustrates me when I look through my spell books and find spells that call for the use of song.
There hadn’t been much in the way of music in my life, beyond the lullabies of my childhood, the ones that my mother sang over me and my sister at night. Sometimes, I find myself remembering those and smiling. But my father never brought music into our home.
In some of the books I’ve read, I know that royal courts often invite musicians to play, but my father never did. Our family never invited people to the castle for purely social events, only for business. My father said that these things were conceits, a waste of money.
Maybe they were, but it would’ve been nice to hear music and maybe meet other people.