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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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