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 Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 12:15 am
Elizabeth looked up at him and smiled lightly. "I suppose so, since my mother made me sing every day for hours." she said with a light shrug. She had once hated singing after that but soon she came to love it once more, as she sang for others to help them. She noticed a slight change of something in his eyes and she frowned slightly.
"I could sing for you sometime if you like. To help you go to sleep or something. It's the least I can do." she said as she turned on the tree branch so she could fully face him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 12:19 am
Donovan was pulled from his thoughts when Elizabeth spoke again. He nodded and smiled. "I'd like that," he told her. He had always liked singing, whether it was himself or listening to others. He glanced back into the room, back over to his guitar case which held his broken instrument. No, never again, he thought. He'd tried once and look how it had ended up. It still pained him to think about so he pushed the memory away.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 12:25 am
Elizabeth smiled at his words and when he looked back into his room she tried to see what he was looking at. She only got a glimpse of something that seemed to be a instrument. What exactly it was she couldn't make out. She was going to ask him about it but instead she asked something more simple. "Do you sing or play an instrument?" she asked as she leaned her shoulder against the tree and laid her head on it, light from the sky made her long black hair glisten along with her carmal skin tone as she stared up at him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 2:44 pm
Donovan looked back down at Elizabeth when she spoke. A sad smile formed on his face. "I used to do both," he told her. He watched the light play across her skin and shine in her hair. She looked breathtaking, his heart skipping a beat. Who knew she could have had that affect on him?
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 9:28 pm
Elizabeth tilted her head to the side slightly, letting her bangs fall in the front of half her face. "Use to," she asked lightly a frown pulling at the corner of her lips. "Is there a reason why you stopped?" She hoped he would at least tell her that. He seemed to be hidding many things from her lately.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 11:16 pm
Donovan grimaced and nodded slowly. "Yeah, there is," he said before motioning her to come upstairs. He stepped away and closed the window. He didn't want anyone to overhear his conversation with her. He didn't want to ruin people's memory of his father.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 7:44 am
Elizabeth watched him for a moment before she slipped down from the tree and made her way inside and up to his room. Once she entered his room she noticed the guitar. It was obvious that it had seen better days. She turned around and closed the door behind her before she looked back to Donovan. "Why did you stop?" she asked lightly.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 2:53 pm
Donovan waited patiently for Elizabeth, sitting on the edge of his bed with the guitar and case next to his feet. When she did finally arrive, he looked up from the broken guitar and sighed deeply. He carefully lifted the instrument out of the case, revealing that it had shattered and been put back together again. "My father didn't like the idea of one of his sons being a musician," he told her. "Said music was for women and weaklings and that no son of his would be seen as weak. Then, he smashed my guitar against the wall until it broke."
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 3:16 pm
Elizabeth's eyes widened at the story. Doing such a thing to an instument was harsh, specially such a beautiful one. She had always liked guitars with a passion. They made so many different notes, which made very beautiful music. She walked over to him and stood in front of him and very gently she ran her fingers on it.
"Doing such a thing to an instrument for such a rediculious reason saddens me," she said tenderly looking over the guitar. "Instruments are made to express one's feelings without announcing it out in words. To say it is for only for the weak and femine shows that we are not afraid to show our feelings, but the manly are." She was unfortunatly telling the truth.
If someone thought of being a musician weak, well truely they were the weak ones. She had played many instuments in her life as it was asked of by her parents. In the few compitions she competed in, their were very manly gentlemen that to played along side her. Donovan's father might of thought them as weak, but in truth they were more strong then an army, or in her thoughts they were.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 11:37 pm
Donovan shook his head. "He wasn't like that," he said. "He probably wouldn't have cared so much if I had been more like Theo, more... sportsy. I was never exactly one for competitive sports like Theo was and that pissed our father off. If Theo had wanted to take up an instrument, he wouldn't have cared. But, because it was me..." He let the rest of the sentence fade away from her to fill in.
Looking down at the guitar, he sighed sadly, running his fingers over the spiderweb of cracks. It had taken him weeks to put the instrument back together but it was too weak, too fragile, to play without risking it breaking again. Besides, the sound just wasn't the same anymore.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 7:29 am
Elizabeth frowned deeply as she listened to him. 'Because it was him playing his father thought it as weak because he didn't like to be in sports like Theo did I suppose is what he means.' she thought to herself.
Elizabeth watched Donovan as he ran his hand over the cracks in the guitar. By the looks of how bad they were it wasn't going to be played anymore without the risk of it shattering once more into peices. "So you don't play because of that. Thats sad, I would love to hear you play." she said lightly as she sat down beside him on the bed.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 3:29 pm
Donovan let out a short, harsh laugh. "No chance of that," he said. "I set down my guitar and never looked back, metaphorically speaking. Besides, it's been years. I don't think I could remember how to play even if I wanted to." He was trying to fool himself. He knew he was. But the fact was, he remembered how to play but he didn't think he could bring himself to. That guitar in his grip represented all the things he had never been, all of his father's approval and pride which he showered on Theo but withheld from Donovan despite how badly he tried to make him proud.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 11:37 pm
((Ba-bump Ba-bump Ba-bump))
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 5:43 pm
Elizabeth sighed lightly at his words. "I understand, I'm not going to force you into wanting to either. It's your choice if you wish to play or not. I just wish I could have heard you before you quieted. I'm sure you sound wonderful playing, better then me to probably." she said with a light laugh at the end as she layed back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling for a moment then looked down at Donovan.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:08 pm
Donovan smiled weakly, feeling his cheeks warm up at the sound of her praise. "I'm not all that," he quietly protested. As she laid back onto the bed, he carefully put the guitar back in its case, closing and locking it and pushing it back under the bed.
His gaze drifted down to Elizabeth, watching her. He reached a hand forward to brush a stray lock of hair away from her eyes.
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