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            ❝ killing must feel g o o d to God too … 

                                                【 WILLIAM DO, TWENTY-TWO 】                                                      A MAN OF REFINED TASTE.                                                                         ✘✘✘                                                         `very exquisite, your skin ;                                                           – how alluring it’ll look,                                                            against my finest china.

                                                                                        … he does it a l l the time.  ❞

“Human sympathy has its limits.”

            ( The Great Gatsby Sentence Meme. )

    “You’re right, Iris.” Arthur traces the rim of his mug with a slender finger of feathery touch. Lifting his chin, he meets eyes with the other, blinking hard. “I should apologize.. Shouldn't I?” The pianist doesn't give Iris the proper time to answer, instead huffing in place of her while taking a brisk sip from his coffee. “She..She just wouldn’t understand—” His voice drops, very near mumbling with his features pinched childishly. “Like, my tics.” 

    As always, Arthur found himself lost among the melody he pulled from the keys-- unceasing even as the posse of bullies left. His fingers dance skillfully up and down the keyboard, light and feathery for one measure then loud and heavy in the next. 

    As if even in a trance, the pianist even pays no mind to the student that’d been chased inside. Not until the piece ends, notes lingering as Arthur eases twitching fingers from the piano. Once the stranger speaks up, the pianist is quick to whip his head up. 

    Bashful also, Arthur angles his torso in the other’s direction with a hand rubbing soothe into his neck. “Oh-- thank you..” Blinking, he manages eye contact with the other student. “A-Ah, yeah. You’re welcome-- The time?” Arthur cranes his neck a bit to steal a glance at the old analog clock on the far wall. “We probably should but..” His voice trails, head tilting with a meager smile. “Maybe we could stay for a little longer?” 

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—— For some reason, his heart almost skipped a beat when he waited for the approval of the other. Kai had learnt — the hard way — that everybody would obey to the ill-famed posse that was banging at the door rather obnoxiously; however, the piano player had turned out to be a saint and ignored them.        After a while, the bullies had gave up and left, but the other continued to play nonetheless, and Kai watched and listened admirably. When he had finished, the last notes ringed in the air, hanging tensely before they faded.        He smiled. Bowed. Thanked.       “You play the piano really well,” he spoke in a quiet voice, suddenly shy; he cleared his throat. “Thank you for saving me from those idiots, as well. If it wasn’t for you, we’d probably meet in the infirmary instead-” Forcing a short, nervous laugh, he rubbed his nape sheepishly. “Do you have the time? We should be getting back to class right about now, right? I don’t really want to bump into those lot again though…”

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

Eyes: Blue | Green | Brown | Hazel | Grey | Other Hair: Blonde | Brown | Black | Red | Ginger | Grey/White | Multi-color | Other Body Type: Skinny | Slender | Slim | Built | Curvy | Athletic | Muscular Skin: Pale | Light | Fair | Freckled | Tan | Olive | Medium | Dark | Discolored  Gender: Male | Female | Trans* | Cis | No Gender | Other Sexuality: Heterosexual | Homosexual | Bisexual | Pansexual | Asexual | Demisexual | Other Species: Human | Undead/Vampire | Shapeshifter (Weres) | Demon | Angel | Witch/Wizard/Sorcerer | Incubus/Succubus | Other Education: High School | College | University | Higher Education  Living Situation: Lives alone | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Lives with a friend | Drifter | Homeless Parents/Guardian: Mom | Dad | Adoptive | Foster | Grandparents | Family friend Relationship: Single | Crushing | Dating | Engaged | Married | Separated | It’s complicated I’ve been: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused I have a(n): Learning Disorder | Personality Disorder | Mental Disorder | Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Substance-related Disorder Things I’ve done before: Drank alcohol | Smoked | Done drugs | Stolen | Self harmed | Starved myself | Had sex | Had a threesome | Gotten into a fist fight | Gone to the hospital | Gone to jail | Used a fake ID | Gone to a rave | Killed someone Positive Traits: Affectionate | Adventurous | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless Negative Traits: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable

“’I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”

                   ( The Great Gatsby Sentence Meme. ) 

    Arthur’s eyes widen, then furrow, a shade of pink dusting the soft edges of his cheekbones. Blinking, the pianist tilts his head at Bella. “Are you— Are you drunk, Bella?” His words drip with befuddlement, his expression to match. 

liubella​

  With slightly wide eyes she regards the blonde haired student, head tilting as her lips quirk into a small grin.  ❝Arthur, really? I didn’t know you would be into such a thing.❞  A quiet laugh slips between her lips, arms crossing over her chest.  ❝What does this mean then, hm? Forced ice cream dates, perhaps?❞ She pauses, raising an eyebrow. ❝This should be very interesting.❞

    “ Well maybe -- “ His nose twitches, blinking. “ Let’s not use the word ‘own’-- something better, yeah? Like..Oh, I don’t know. ” Arthur loses himself in introspection briefly, a hand rubbing soothe into his nape. Although he snaps his head back up, offering an apologetic smile. ” I-- maybe. I mean-- yes, this’ll be really interesting.” 

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Mun will be going on a retreat this weekend ! I won’t be back until Sunday afternoon EST. You all take care ! 

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    Arthur had developed a grand appreciation for the school’s music rooms. An entire hall, tucked away in the more aged parts of the building -- some large enough to house an entire orchestra and some the quaint size for just a piano (these were the kind Arthur liked). It’s here that the student spent his lunch hour, the monstrous cafeteria being far too large, and noisy for his taste. Here he could practice in peace. Here he could shout, twitch, and hum as he pleased without receiving strange looks. Here, Arthur felt at ease. 

    No room to fuss, or worry for his tics -- just him, the music and the great expanse of ivory keys before him. 

    That is, until one afternoon, warmed up to a stunning Burgmuller piece, Arthur is interrupted. The students eyes are wide, froze in place with twitching fingers hovering the keys. The interrupter appears as frantic as Arthur -- the interruptee, -- chest heaving as he spouts an apology to be cut short by a deafening thump against the door. The pianists flits his gaze between both the door and the frantic student, presumably chased into the room by what he can assume, a gang of notorious bullies. 

    Arthur gives the other a silent nod, even managing a meager upturn of his lips. His twitching fingers meet the keys, tapping to the tune of a particularly loud piece of music he’d committed to memory. The pianist continues to play, not heeding to the thumps and bangs against the music room’s door. 

The Great Gatsby Sentence Meme

“All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.”

“Can’t repeat the past? Why of course you can!”

“Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!”

“Human sympathy has its limits.”

“’I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”

“I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.”

“I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”

“I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.”

“I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person, I thought it was your secret pride.”

“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

“I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.”

“I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.”

“I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.”

“It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.”

“It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such- such beautiful shirts before.”

“It takes two to make an accident.”

“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people.”

“Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.”

“Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back.”

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

“What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon, and the day after that, and the next thirty year?”

“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

“You see, I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”

( liubella )

  Showing interest in Arthur had probably been her first mistake, though she couldn’t deny how he had caught her attention by the way his fingers so beautifully splayed across the monochrome keys at the university piano concert. She didn’t want to hurt him, though she knew in the end that it was inevitable that it would be either him or her aching at the end of their interactions. The vampire had only attended the event in the first place to see if any of the younger kids had any talent or potential to eventually replace her favorite pianists when they one day passed on. Arthur had been the only one to really catch her eye, and the female had been quick to approach him after the concert with a coy grin and crinkled eyes.   As she had expected the boy had fell for her charms, though she herself only found interest in the melodies he could pull from the piano. Somehow Bella had been persuaded into going out with the student, and while she didn’t particularly want to spend anymore time with the blonde male than necessary, she assumed that if she didn’t the vampire would not get a chance to hear him play the piano again.   ❝Ah, brilliant.❞ She responds, a radiant smile appearing on her face as she eyes Arthur, thinking she wanted nothing to do with him in that moment. ❝I’m hoping you got my favorite flavor, otherwise I’ll be highly disappointed. Perhaps I’ll even call off this little friendship of ours.❞ If only.

    Arthur had first made Bella’s acquaintance at the university mock piano concert. His evening thus far had been spectacular enough,  topped off with the prospect of friendship to one just as appreciative for the piano as Arthur enjoyed playing it. With flustered, rosy cheeks he’d gratefully accepted her compliments to his performance, introducing himself (despite most likely seeing his name in the program) and thus beginning their friendship. 

    The pianist couldn't deny how attractive he found Bella, awe struck and owlish at every coy smile given his way. Precisely the reason why he’d been pleasantly surprised upon her agreeing to join him one particularly warm, spring afternoon for ice cream. 

    As he trundles up to the table just outside the ice cream parlor, nose twitching with a few hard blinks as Arthur resists the urge for his fingers to twitch -- he’d hate to spill their ice cream, effectively embarrassing himself in front Bella and most likely never wanting to show his face to her again. He sinks into the opposite seat, freezing. “Your--Your favorite flavor?-- I got you mint chocolate chip...” 

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“And my jazz collection’s royal, I can play most anything.” — Brooklyn Baby (LANA DEL REY) 

    “No, I— I don’t quite like playing jazz,” he admits with a meager smile and a slight shake of his head, cradling his cup of coffee. Arthur enjoys the warmth that reaches his fingers, satisfying his urge to twitch them for the time being. His eyes briefly flit from his newly made acquaintance to the clock hung at the far side of the room. Despite the dim lights, the pianist sees the time quite well— although disappointed to find the hands striking so late. 

     Arthur had begun making a habit of performing at a quiet cafe nestled in seemingly the most peaceful street of the city. It earned him a meager profit, and even a handful of regulars each week. Straight after tonight’s performance he’d planned to set off home, however the making of a new acquaintance had tethered him to stay. 

    He looks back at him, figuring it wouldn’t bruise his educational career to be late for just one class tomorrow. 

     “I don’t think I caught your name?” 

i’m the type of person that if we’re roleplay partners and i really enjoy your writing i’ll follow you anywhere. seriously. you mention you’re starting a new blog? gimme that url. you have this new OC you want to try out? come at me bro. i may not know who the hell your character is, or a damn thing about the fandom, but i’ll still follow. i don’t care what character you play, i just want to write with you.

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“Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’. Like picking paint, I pick words. I don’t know what will come out tonight." — Dali, Van, Picasso (BEENZINO)

    Arthur’s piano teacher once told him the piano was a canvas, the sheet music the paints, and his fingers the brushes. A terribly cliche analogy in hindsight but, one the pianist holds dear to his heart. 

      Tonight Arthur has a short line up of pieces in a quaint cafe surrounded by other small, picturesque establishments (a small bookshop in particular at the very right, and one the pianist intends on paying a visit to soon). The stage is only of meager elevation within the cramped cafe, an upright piano at the very edge as if trying to take up as little space as possible. He doesn’t introduce himself as he steps onstage, instead a nearby stand that would hold sheet music holding a paper with large printed letters his name and the times he’ll be playing this evening (5:30 pm - 6:30 pm). However a meager wave of applause among the clatter of cups on saucers falls over the small crowd and Arthur offers a smile, not being able to help the rapid blinking of his eyes. 

      He slides onto the bench, twitching fingers hovering over the keys before the pianist begins to play the only form of art Arthur believes in which he’s capable — that of the musical kind. . 

“I love the way my art flows so easily, like it’s a natural instinct. Something automatic”

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“Finding time to make my words better. lately I, not so present now, not enough for your constant fun.” — Pendulum (FKA TWIGS) 

    Arthur doesn’t quite enjoy crowded spaces, the smell of booze, and the loud, unceasing beat of the music. He’s anxious to leave the club, sat at the fluorescent bar with both hands tucked in his lap — fingers twitching and desperately burying the itch to begin humming. His peers had decided to celebrate for yet another successful concert, insisting the pianist tag along— rambling on how he needed to “get out more”. A few more painful moments and Arthur shouts as his nerves get the best of him. The music — still ear-splitting — masks the noise, and it’s then the pianists concludes he’s had enough fun for the night. 

    Pushing through the throng of bodies lewdly swelling against one another is difficult, albeit eventually Arthur exits the club. Where he finds himself at the rear exit of the establishment.