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Darcyanna Venora
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In The End

Fri Dec 15, 2017 9:14 pm

4th Zi’da, 717


“Turn to page twenty four of your books please. We will be discussing notation, beginning with pitch.” The professor said curtly, looking over the room through spectacles dropped low on her long nose. She was an elderly lady with a severe grey chignon and hard green eyes. Picking up her own text book, Darcy flicked through the pages, tapping her quill on her blank notebook and waiting for further instruction. It was all old ground for the pianist, she’d learned pitch and bars years ago, not to mention clef positioning and key signatures. Yet, to pass her Letter she must sit through the theory of her specialisation.

Scrolling the notes from class into her book, the blonde also took her blank sheet music book and placed a wrote a few more bars in a tune she’d begun to flesh out. The stanza was coming up, and she had an idea, but not firmly. Pursuing her lips, the Venora read the music notes through again, playing the song in her head. There, a sixteenth required and a bar note here. She’d already figured out the meter and the syncopation - a emphasis on a rest or a beat.

Before she knew it, class was over. Darcyanna looked up with a blink. She was the last one there, the professor looking at her with maybe not so hard eyes and a sad look.

“Lady Venora. Go home dear.” Closing her books with a weary smile, the shorter woman put away her things and picked up her bag. As she moved to walk out of the door, the older woman put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay Darcyanna? You’ve seemed tired these past few trials. Anything troubling you?” Darcy looked at the ground before her, instead of the face of the concerned professor. She took a deep breath, plastered a smile on her face and turned with a shrug.

“Not at all Professor. I’ve been working on a new composition, and I’m afraid I have been burning the midtrial candle to finish it.” The older woman could see through the facade, but she simply smiled back and nodded.

“Alright dear. Just, take care of yourself.”

Oh, such irony.

Laughing a little, the younger woman nodded and shifted her satchel on her shoulder.

“Of course! Thank you for your concern. Have a lovely trial.” Leaving the classroom she made her way towards the study hall. It was time for lunch, but the pale wisp of a pianist wasn’t hungry. Her stomach protested this assumption, but Darcy couldn’t think to eat. Her appetite had waned since the trials passed from the end of Vhalar and into Zi’da. How could she eat when self doubt gnawed at her like so many biting insects, half out of her mind with worry.

Taking a seat in the hall, she continued the song writing, tapping her fingertips on the polished wooden table as she replayed snippets in her mind. Occasionally she looked up through the windows, half expecting to see Caius’ roguish grin in the glass. It didn’t come though, and the sun continued to move through a grey winter sky. Snow began to fall in the afternoon, and still she wrote. Finally, as the colours of dusk painted the sky, she was done. Lifting the pages, she blew on the ink gently to dry it, before packing up and making her way out towards the Gawyne’s room.

A whining caught her ears, and she sped up to unlock the door and release the little grey dog. Smudge grumbled, running out into the grass and doing his business, before waddling back to Darcy with a half bark and waggling stumpy tail.

“Sorry buddy, I know. We both miss him.” She picked up the dog and hugged him tight, before stepping inside and closing the door. Laying down on the taller students bed, dog in her arms, the Venora stroked his ears and kissed his muzzle. It provided some comfort for them both, but eventually she had to go. The addiction clawed into her thoughts, burning her with its vile calling.

Giving Smudge fresh food and water, and a few more cuddles and kisses, Darcy left the little dog to his devices and made her way home. She would have taken him with her, maybe even stayed, but fear of accidentally tripping and hurting the little gentleman kept her from doing so.

Home then. To the sweet escape of the abyss.
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Fri Dec 15, 2017 9:15 pm

4th Zi’da, 717


The blonde sat in front of her piano, drawing deeply on the euphoria that she held in between two delicate fingers. Her eyes were closed, all the candles in her room lit to shine light everywhere. Letting the smoke slowly release she opened them to enjoy the swirls of pink smoke wafting upwards. It was beautiful.

Reaching out to a small vial on the stained cherrywood upright, Darcy picked it up and held it to the light. A new drug that her current supplier promised would give her a high like nothing she’d tried before. Sunshine, the label said, with one instruction.

Drink me.

“Sure, why not.” She muttered, pulling the stopper with her teeth and downing the bright yellow liquid inside with a grimace. It tasted terrible. Throwing the empty glass vial away with a small shattering sound, she put the blue cigarette between her teeth and stroked both hands over the keys.
Piano
Yes. Yes. This was her place, her escape from it all. Her truths laid bare on the keys as familiar as the scents of home. Pausing to put out the cigarette in a saucer on the piano top, she closed her swirling magenta-gold eyes and allowed her fingers to dance. Each intertwined note tied effortlessly into the next, building a bittersweet melody that sang her soul to the rafters. Blissful, heartfelt, her hands greeted the minors and the majors like old friends well met and loved. Her brow drew in with emotion, a million miles away. Idalos was a dream, and her dreams reality.

Did she feel? Really feel? Thoughts of Caius bled woefully into her mind, gripping her heart with a hitched breath of aching. Gone, he was gone. Why? Did she do this? Of course she did this.

You did this.

Beauty, Grace, Duty. What a poor example of Oliver’s written words she was. Venora was the shining example of what beauty should be, and yet, she was dirt. Soiled by her sisters rage, addicted to the mindless void of the drugs, a foul stain on their name.

Filth.

The music flowed like so much light in the encompassing dark, and she clung to it. Held tight to it. The narcotic has kicked in, and she felt like she was floating. Soaring on the sharps and flats like birds on the wing.

Save me, Fates save me.

A sudden bright burst of pain stabbed through her head from behind, like a dagger plunged into her mind. Gasping, the pianist stopped her euphoric playing, clutching the spot with a grimace. It passed just as suddenly and Darcy stood shakily, putting her hand out to catch herself on the unbroken chair behind her as she felt herself stumble.

“Bogs.” She slurred, taking a step and falling to her knees. Something was not right. Rolling to lay on her back in centre of the room, she stared at the ceiling with short shallow breaths of panic. Another searing pain gripped her head, so powerful she was unable to make a sound, back arched and face distorted in agony. She writhed on the cold stones, tears squeezing from tightly shut eyelids and teeth clenched. Her body convulsed. And again. Unrelenting the pain continued and the blonde lost all control of her body. Shaking violently, eyes rolled back in her head and jaw clenched so tight it hurt her teeth, the intoxicated Venora couldn’t draw a breath as every muscle in her body cramped and she convulsed.

It felt like arcs, dying to breathe and hurting in ways she’d never felt before. This was her end, not Pythera, ironically though in a way it was. Oliver would be so sad, and Caius? He had left, he didn’t care. No one cared.

The world began to go dark, her body stilled and muscles relaxed, eyes drifting shut.

Gasping for air and shaking, Darcy awoke with a start, coughing and spluttering. Fates, she wasn’t dead, but sarding hell...she hurt. Bursting into tears, head still swimming and every muscle aching in the after math of her fit, the Venora sobbed openly as she lay in her room. Still high but almost scared sober, the young musician used the furniture to pull herself off the ground, weak on her legs as she took a few short steps to fall into bed. Drawing the covers over her, the shaken blonde simply cried, curled into her pillows and waited for the drugs to pass from her system.

Did she sleep? Maybe. Maybe not. It was hard to tell. Sometimes her eyes shut but it was like pretending to sleep. They would open again, staring into the dark of the room. The candles burnt themselves out long ago, as the breaks ticked by. Eventually, it was morning. Eventually Darcy felt like she could move.

Everything hurt. Everything. Rolling on her back with a groan, Darcy thanked the Fates and the Seven for the blessed freedom from her high. Never had she experienced something so awful on the drugs she used regularly. It was the Sunshine, it must have reacted with her system poorly. Either that or it reacted badly with the euphoria.

Closing her eyes with a sigh, the weary musician let the tears come, weeping silently and alone.

Alone. That’s what you’ll always be Darcy.

Always.
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In The End

Sat Dec 16, 2017 11:08 am

Overview

There's a point early in this thread where Darcy realizes that the lesson is over, that time has passed her by and a burning question I have for you, the writer, is whether Darcy knows that time is a valuable thing, watch it fly by as the pendulum swings, watch it count down to the end of the day, the clock ticks life away.

Your writing is so unreal. I'm impressed. I, myself, have difficulties writing about drug induced hallucinations and paranoia due to keeping everything inside even though I tried it all fell apart. What this thread will mean to me will eventually be a memory of the time I tried so hard (to write About druuuuugs).

I'm glad I entered this (and some other of your threads) after grading some other Rynmere noble threads. It gives me a proper perspective on where Darcy's mindset is to properly appreciate this. Especially the ones with Pythera in the background. In spite of the way she was mocking, acting like Darcy was part of her property. Remembering all the times you fought with her. I'm surprised it got so far.

(Got so far)

I checked your word count, of course, but I shouldn't have. Do you know why? Because I've put my trust in you. Pushed as far as I could go. For all this, there's only one thing you should knooooooooooow:

Enjoy your points.
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XP: 10/10

Loot/Injuries/Overstepping

Overall muscle aches (lasting 2 trials), Migraine (lasting 1 trial), Lingering mild head pain (lasting one ten trial).

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Musical Instrument (Piano): Syncopation - the emphasis on a rest of beat in a composition
Musical Instrument (Piano): Minor and major chord groups
Musical Instrument (Piano): Sharps and flats
Musical Instrument (Piano): Key signatures and the relationship to meters
Medicine: Negative reactions to mixing medications
Resistance: Recovering from a drug induced seizure
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