Impromptu Duet
❝VACATION IN ITALY - IMPROMPTU DUET❞ | summer 2025 .ic date hotel, italy .location #580803 .speech @violeta roux .mentions |
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| _______ | The spider crawled upwards a few centimeters. It stopped, turned around, fidgeted a little, then turned still. The two mothers had been conversing for almost an hour, again. Clément could hear their voices, even from across the corridor – if the hotel was rated five star and was filled with frilly furniture, its doors weren't designed to be particularly sound proof, especially when ajar. Lying on his bed fully clothed and staring at the little spider spinning its web on a corner of the ceiling, the French boy was too lazy to get up and shut the door. 'Flemme' was the word in French for laziness, and to be honest Clément quite liked its sonority. Muttering it under his breath, he found that he could prolong the 'f' and the 'm' sound and obtain a rather comical result. "... we'll join you to visit the museum tomorrow, I'm very passionate about Italian wizarding history myself and Clément really should get outside and breathe some fresh air. He's been doing nothing all day and besides, it'll be an opportunity for him to make friends with the children." Clément frowned. Why did friends absolutely want their children to be friends as well? Clément wasn't a particularly unsociable person – quite the contrary – but he had not been totally thrilled to hear that he'll be expected to make friends with four girls and a boy a few years younger than himself. To add on to his misery, three of the girls were triplets – the first set of triplets he had ever seen in his whole entire existence. He had had trouble telling them apart at first, but then after that stupid dinner party the mothers insisted to have, in which he had spent almost the entire evening marking the small differences between the triplets, he finally could differentiate them. After a while of doing strictly nothing apart from lying motionless in his hotel room, he realised he was quite hungry and decided to go downstairs and see if there were some of those Italian snacks he enjoyed. The hotel lounge always served some small biscuits, and Clément had nothing else to do anyway. It was only when he had gone all the way down the stairs, gone up to the counter to fetch a small basket of snacks, and settled down on a comfortable sofa when he realised that someone was at the grand piano in the corner. With a jolt, he recognised the person bent over the keys as Violeta, one of those triplets that had taken him so much effort to recognise. Intrigued, he pushed himself up from the sofa and, still munching a biscuit, approached the girl. "I didn't know you played the piano," he blurted out, his French accent thick. —————————————— | _______ |
wc. 464
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Elisa Wagner | Clément Guillaume Cantegrel
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SHOP | GALLERY
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Impromptu Duet
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❝VACATION IN ITALY - IMPROMPTU DUET❞ | summer 2025 .ic date hotel, italy .location #580803 .speech @violeta roux .mentions |
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| _______ | "I was just... curious," Clément mumbled slowly, his attention clearly elsewhere. Cinnamon eyes travelled from the girl's puzzled expression all the way to her bare shoulders and down her arms, finally finding long, slender fingers half rested on the piano keys, fingertips still suspended – as though they'd go back to playing any second. Violeta's back was straight, seated on the first third of the piano stool, one foot pressed against a pedal – the posture of an experienced pianist. If ten-year-old Clément would never have paid as much attention to how someone sat and could much less tell said person's talent at an instrument from their posture, the twelve-year-old version of the boy, emerging from grief and loss with a newly acquired sensitivity, would never have missed a single detail. The quick survey was therefore enough for Clément to conclude that Violeta indeed played the piano and was even quite advanced. His brain was lent no time to translate into English the flurry of words pouring out of his mouth. "My goodness! You could've told me you played an instrument!" he exclaimed in rapid French, feeling excitement rising up inside him, "This is amazing!" A large grin spread over his features, and for the first time ever during this vacation, a twinkling gleam shone through those eyes. "What were you playing again? Really sorry for the interruption, couldn't contain my curiousity – or rather, my curiousity did not want to be contained," he laughed, a happy, bubbly feeling he had not felt for so long jumping up and down in his chest. Much too impatient to wait for an answer, Clément rememorated the melody he had heard right before his own intrusion. It was no small surprise to him when almost automatically, his brain added to it, surpassing a great deal the passage he had heard Violeta play... Why was it so familiar? And then, all of a sudden – "But this is a duet! Good gracious, I've played this before!" Whatever response his interlocutor, Violeta, might provide him with, Clément would offer a quick, hurried nod, a large smile and a wink, before zooming out of the room, his voice echoing loudly in the corridors, "Be back in a jiffy! Just gonna go fetch something..." He ran up the stairs two at a time, hurried through the corridors and into his room, and before long was back with a big black case. He opened it easily, and retrieved an instrument made in deep reddish wood and polished till it shined – his most prized possession, his cello. "Alright! Should we start?" he asked, already seated on a chair with a bow in one hand and the instrument ready. —————————————— OOC: took some creative liberties when writing this (especially when describing Violeta), if anything isn't accurate please tell me so that I can modify it 
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Elisa Wagner | Clément Guillaume Cantegrel
SHOP | GALLERY
sta 8 - eva 9 - str 4 - wis 7 - arc 9 - acc 9
SHOP | GALLERY
sta 8 - eva 9 - str 4 - wis 7 - arc 9 - acc 9
Impromptu Duet
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ic date summer 2025 | location hotel, italy | speech #580803 | mentioning @violeta roux
| ______ | Oh yes, Clément did play cello. Now it was his turn to be surprised – had he or his mother not bothered to mention Clément's number one pastime, his single aspiration, the very centre his life revolves around? At the realisation that no, he indeed had not bothered to, a tinge of regret gnawed at his heart. Had he revealed his cello skills, perhaps he and Violeta would have had the chance to play together sooner, which, in turn, would have saved a lot of his time from being wasted staring at spiderwebs on the ceiling.
But, as people say, the past was in the past, and Clément had learnt to not linger in regrets. A knowing wink was all he answered to Violeta's remark; and when she agreed to play, Clément couldn't have been more ready. He let the first few measures of piano notes flutter by. Violeta's skills met his expectations – she was talented, meticulous and as good a partner as he'll ever get. He watched with a sparkling eye as her pale fingers danced on the black and white stripes, leaping in graceful arches from key to key; listened, his mind at peace, as the melody twirled out from the great instrument, a steady and delicate pa-dum-dum pa-dum-dum pa-dum-dum. Then he joined in, his bow gliding across the cello string and his left hand fingers pressed down firmly against the sleek fingerboard. The first note vibrated to life, echoing between the walls and filling the space around them. Clément's heart skipped; this was exactly it, exactly the feeling he searched for every time he played music. He let the intertwining melodies engulf him in a sea of emotions. Up, down, left and right his heart went with the music, but always and forever forward. When, after what seemed like an eternity, the piece reached its end and Clément emerged from his trance-like state, he was smiling broader than ever. "Yes, yes!" he sighed when the last echo had faded. His voice was raw, brimming with emotion and excitement. "Thank you– " he looked right into Violeta's ocean blue eyes " –thank you for that. It was amazing, truly phenomenal." For the first time, he saw, really, truly saw Violeta. Not in that game-like way that evening at dinner when he was trying to differentiate the triplets, nor with the analysing, overly excited eye that had scanned over Violeta when he found her sitting at the piano. This time, it was real; heartfelt. He saw her bright blue eyes, the curves of her hair as they intertwined in braids and her smooth, clear skin. Most of all, he saw her talent with music and that impressed him. He stared absentmindedly at the ceiling. "You know that feeling– " he continued in French, not bothering with his crooked English anymore, " –when your heart feels like it's tightly clenched, not in an unpleasant way but in that breathless, euphoric feeling whenever you've truly connected with music?" He looked back at Violeta. "Well, I feel like that right now." | ______ |
wc. 510
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Elisa Wagner | Clément Guillaume Cantegrel
SHOP | GALLERY
sta 8 - eva 9 - str 4 - wis 7 - arc 9 - acc 9
SHOP | GALLERY
sta 8 - eva 9 - str 4 - wis 7 - arc 9 - acc 9
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