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Last Supper Musical Performance

POSTED: Sun Jan 14, 2018 1:59 am


The party progressed, and music and laughter flowed like fine wine and her pregnancy began to weigh on her just a little. She found a chair to take away the burden of the tiny lives she carried and sat down to let her ankles rest. She had sung with Cleome, gathering up the attention of the room with their splendorous performance; and now she sat ready to make her solo debut.

The flame and black dress flowed about her, a polished, ostentatious garment that made the red woman appear as on fire as the torches flickering in their sconces. A traveling European wolf had been the one she learned the song from, she had sung it with such reverence that Helena could not help but be enraptured of its daring rising and falls.

"Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Ni le mal; tout ça m'est bien égal !

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
C'est payé, balayé, oublié
Je me fous du passé !

Avec mes souvenirs
J'ai allumé le feu
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux !

Balayées les amours
Et tous leurs trémolos
Balayés pour toujours
Je repars à zéro

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait
Ni le mal; tout ça m'est bien égal !

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Car ma vie, car mes joies
Aujourd'hui, ça commence avec toi."

She let herself sink into the tune, keeping it at an acceptable background level so that if the other Salsolans wished to talk then they could so, she would never dare presume to drown them out with her voice. Her solo drew to a close and the Arbiter accepted a smattering of applause gracefully, bowing from her seated position. She spotted Julius, still hiding somewhat fearfully from the assembled Family, she waved him over, smiling genially.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 14, 2018 3:42 am

pump your veins with gushing gold

Julius had hardly budged from his firmly rooted placement beneath the table, making himself as diminutive as possible throughout the supper, his typical fury and spiteful mannerisms quelled into a state of nervous unease and docile behavior as he scrunched up between the legs and under the feet of his parents and familiar family for some sense of security, tongue drawing over his lips and the wags of his tails stiff and rudder-like whenever it made an appearance from between his legs half the time. He was careful though, to listen for praise in regards to venison he had helped to prepare (or perhaps not so much) with Helena, and when she got up to perform he listened with a careful apprehension, those blue eyes studying her as she blended seamlessly into the backdrop, the lilt of french melody bleeding and drifting over the gathered Family in soft-sung splendor; he hummed along soft to melody, attempting to harmonize notes, and when her tune had finished, the scarlet woman beckoned to him.

Gold ears perked up high on his head, nervous as he crept forward, only to watch her gesture with that hand again in rolling motions to call him over. The young Valentine trotted over with quick and stiff-legged and bouncing steps, only to take a seat promptly by her, or more so behind her, letting his head hang somewhat as he side eyed faces both familiar and strange to him, shuffling idly on his front paws, only to look back up at Helena as she murmured something about a song, and he cleared his throat, opened his mouth wide to draw in a breath, and squeaked out a small and trilling note that broke on a wobble of his breath, before clapping teeth shut and promptly, vigorously, shaking his head no, sinking further back behind her seat, seething and burning with shame.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 21, 2018 2:34 am


It was a revealing too, of the Bambinos that she and Calla had raised to almost shifting age now. Chester was much less reticent than Julius for once and for much of the meal he sat with himself pressed against her legs, peering at her with his strange sullenness. The red woman gave her signature arching smile down to the smaller child as he skittered forwards at her prompting. Sitting herself up straight again, she drew up the elegance about herself like a shawl, all composed refinement - an example to her son.

A song she asked of him, the one they sung together sometimes whilst she cooked and he played at her feet. It was one of his favorites that he liked to bounce back at her at odd times in the day, oddly fixated upon it. When the Heirophant had come to her and asked of them music and theater she had seen an opportunity to further her own prestige and that of her strange child, still only a Bambino and yet already fostering his own skills for Salsola's benefit. For when he applied himself his voice was pleasantly sweet to the ears, despite its youthful wobble and the Arbiter was sure the others would find it as charming as she did.

His first warbles though were reminiscent of when she had first began encouraging him to sing along with her. She pressed a finger to her mouth, stopping a smile before it formed and camouflaging it as a simple clearing of her throat. Julius did not appreciate being laughed at and the last thing she wanted was a temper tantrum in front of all Salsola. In the same vein she immediately made sure his attention was solely upon herself with a quick movement, lest any of the others be also smiling at his breaking voice.

Her own quiet voice floated in the air, prompting him to begin again despite his vigorous head shaking,

"Zhere was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy..."

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POSTED: Sun Jan 21, 2018 2:54 am

pump your veins with gushing gold

Helena sat tall, commanding the boy of his attention to which he adhered nigh immediately, though he had wished he could summon his confidence; too many eyes were in this room, too many potential witnesses to his floundering, and his throat all but closed off as his blue eyes, his mother's eyes, peered over towards where Calla stood, not seeing him as she drank her wine, introduced her other son, fawned on him. There was an ugly little twist in his chest, and when he squeaked out those wobbling, pathetic notes flatly, he could hear the snickering, the smiles on people's faces. Ocean eyes glimpsed around a little, immediately self conscious, and he had wanted desperately to hide beneath Helena's skirts; his poor red mother tried to lift his sullen spirit each time he heard Calla speak, each time she praised his brother, and it buzzed about, angry hornets between his gold ears.

For this moment, he was paralyzed, until he heard Helena's voice start, a melodic and lovely note that dragged his attention back until he sat at attention, shuffling awkwardly on his youthful paws until eyes trained, more focused, fixated, on the dog-woman's features, until he answered her beck with his own call.

Perhaps, outside of the doubtless high and youthful voice he held, it had the potential to mature into a lovely tenor, warm and lilting and full, though for now, it rang soft and thin.

"They say he wandered very far, very far,

Over land and sea.

A little shy, and sad of eye,

But very wise, was he."

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POSTED: Sun Jan 21, 2018 3:40 am


She saw, as she always did and along with Julius' ugly little twist of pain she felt an echoing one of her own, deep within her pale chest. No mother wanted her son to feel forgotten and neglected and Helena did her very best to make sure Julius received as much attention as Chester did. Helena had lesser experience with sibling rivalry, she had grown as an only child of a mostly single mother and for eons it had been just the two of them. Eire, Hope and Faith had been merely footnotes in her own written story and it was long stretches of time between her thoughts lingering upon them.

With perseverance and despite the seeming attempts of her mate to shove him towards the outward boundaries of their family, she would help her sad son rise to become something. It was a hardening lump in her stomach that, like coal, was turning to something beautiful under pressure. Helena had never felt so selfless about anything before in her entire life, even her poor mother had been manipulated with some sense of cold calculating. This small boy that warbled his way through a song for her and who within him she could see the makings of the man he would be one day.

He faltered again, the lyrics falling flat from his lips and there was no smile to hide behind a cough this time, only gentle softness as she took up the strain he had dropped, carefully calibrated so that she did not overshadow him as Calla was intent on doing with Chester,

"♪ And then one day, One magic day he passed my way... ♫"

She would see him soar, as a mother was supposed to do, carry him upon her own wings until he could fly by himself.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 21, 2018 4:05 am

pump your veins with gushing gold

There was love in Helena's eyes, a hurt that he didn't comprehend that seemed to mirror his own so well. No, in his young eyes, he simply loved her as mothers should, and his pain was his own - wrapped up tight in his own mind with taut little threads that he tangled with each of his terrible mis-steps. For a moment, this moment, though, it was just them, and he could feel that pang of jealousy ebb a little, the shaking and nervous trembling of his legs dwindling until the boy's full focus was on his fiery parent, and she picked up his tune, complimenting and guiding, to which he picked back up again with a small and growing confidence.

"And while we spoke of many things, Fools and Kings,

This he said to me:"

The drawling climb of notes teetered soft out to the end of his syllables, waiting until he heard Helena's voice to lift again to accompany his for that last line;

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn,

Is just to love, and be loved in return."

Julius shuffled a touch closer, fully expecting her praise as that tail swept a little path behind him, scooting up until his head came to rest in Helena's lap, blue eyes staring up to her mismatched ones.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 21, 2018 4:55 am


She caught the moment when a spark was born in the Pacific blue of Calla's eyes, and it was a bright blessed ember that she fanned tenderly to encourage its growth. The world of Salsola and the attentions of the Family faded away into obscurity, covered in greying clouds, paling when compared to the depths of her devotion. His mistakes would be forgotten before the night way over as they drank and feasted and socialized in their never-ending dance. If not then Helena would make them forget with a grandiose gesture that would overshadow everything that had come before it.

At its lingering crescendo Helena joined in with the last lyrics, giving a flourish to the simple words, "♪ The greatest thing you'll ever learn, Is just to love, and be loved in return. ♫"

She was jarred back into momentum as a polite, gracious applause followed the finishing of their little duet. Her ear turned to the side to better hear it but the Lykoi's eyes remained fixed on her child as he rested his head on her lap, her dusted fingers coming to cup his slim muzzle and head dipping to place a gentle kiss upon his brow,

"Bien joué, Roi d'or." 'Well done, Golden King.'

Then with a lingering solemnity the woman's head arched backwards until she sat straight, and gave a glance to her audience, favoring them with as best a bow as she could from her seated position, indicating with a hand that Julius should do the same.

Now a different beat was being struck by her simple instrument; And her voice was powered and far reaching, strong where before she had tapered to prevent an overshadowing of her son's first public appearance. For the two of them this was a lullaby song to send the children to sleep when nightmares plagued them and they longed for softness to soothe their burdened hearts,

"Come they told me
Pa rum pum pum pum
A new born king to see
Pa rum pum pum pum."

This time her singing would loud-en itself until it could be heard in every corner of the feasting hall, echoing from the stony walls, and the red woman swayed in time to her own musical singing; attention fully on her son with only the barest of glimpses to her attending crowd,

"So to honor him
Pa rum pum pum pum
"When we come."

She hummed every note that needed a second singer for she had no use of another here to steal this moment between she and her son,

"I played my drum for him
Pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for him
Pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum."

It had not been such a song when she had first heard it, sung by her own mother. It had been a soft, slow thing that Helena had taken and changed and made it her own,

"Then he smiled at me
Pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum."

And she was rewarded by him smiling so sweetly at her, and she sang for him more than anybody.

"Me and my drum
Rum pum pum pum."

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