[h1][center][color=#9932CC]𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔵[/color][/center][/h1]

The room was quiet when Lucan entered it, his [i]new[/i] dorm. Moonlight streamed in from the windows and for a brief moment the vampire was transported to a time in his past. He closed his eyes and smiled softly as the memories assailed him, gentle tapping and an inhaled breath… Damien entering the dorm broke Luc from his thoughts and he had to double take to ensure that he was in the present and not reliving memories. [color=#9932CC]”I’m going to go and rest before we meet with the rest of the freshman class. I will request a feeding session before we leave, if you’d like to decide between my two preferred methods.”[/color] He gave a polite nod of his head before he headed to the rooms. He had no idea which one would be his and simply entered the room that contained all of his belongings. He entered and closed the door before dropping his ‘perfect’ posture and composure.

He was stressed, anxious, and was second thinking everything. It was far past due for a Violin session. His eyes found his instrument case quickly, the gold handle shining from the very soft white glow of a low watt light. His brain stopped working, and while he briefly considered warning Damien, should the Mage dislike music, he decided against it and figured that it would be something the partners would have to discuss at a later time. 

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The first note was soft and gentle, and Lucan’s mind cleared instantly. Music, it was one of the primary foundations of the vampire’s entire identity. His entire world revolved around it, and it was the gravity that held his swordsmanship, court etiquette, emotions, and being in orbit. 

The song grew in pitch, and within his head other Violins joined in, swelling slightly with a bit of percussion to finish the atmosphere. All of his worries from the last week slipped away as he got lost within the song. Thoughts and concerns just washed away and all that mattered was the next note, the next line of music. It built and built before it softened again, coming to a complete stop…

It seemed like an eternity of silence for Lucan, the vampire already in a much better position to think coherently. He realized he still hadn’t texted Aaron back, nor did he even speak to Salem who was no doubt lost and confused. A twinge of guilt hit his gut, but even had he been returning to the Spellman Mage, he would have had to explain his absence and besides with the investigation the plant loving innocent was going to have much bigger problems.

[center][hider=The ending][url]https://youtu.be/uwyzQShGWtQ[/url][/hider][/center]

After the ‘eternity’, which was in all actuality five seconds, Lucan continued the song. The returning music was once again soft for a brief moment as if the song decided to try and enchant the listener. It was light and breezy and promising of a better time. The swelling line however warned of the dangers of life and when it returned to the solo, at least within Lucan’s head, it was his father nagging voice telling him he could only trust himself. He hated that voice, but in music form it was beautiful, along with everything else. The notes dipped lower before the solo part began again, stronger this time and more sure of itself. It continued until it was once again joined by the harmonizing lines and percussion. It swelled and then dropped, swelled, and then dropped. It was just like life, or unlife, and Lucan had a large smile across his face as he played, his head moving occasionally with the beat or due to a particularly bothersome note. Finally, the ending and the orchestra swelled one last time, loud and telling everyone that they were not afraid to end things right here. And they weren’t, as the silence that fell in the room was overwhelming. Instead of moving, Lucan just remained still in order to take in the pure and even enchanted feeling of freedom that the silence gave. 

Clarity, that was the word that music seemed to give Lucan, and with his new piece finished the vampire retrieved pen and paper and began to write the notes that had entered his head. He also retrieved his phone and looked through his messages, wincing a bit at how many he had ignored. It wasn’t all entirely his fault but it didn’t stop him from regretting leaving Aaron in the dark. The worst part of it was that the main reason he had hesitated was because of Aaron’s new master. He hadn’t wanted to believe it at first when he found out from one of the Academy computers files, and had he not just finished playing his knuckles would be white(er) from his clenched fist. 

Letting out a sigh, the vampire scrolled through the rest of the messages and formed a response to Aaron. [color=#9932CC][i]”Hey, It’s been a crazy few days but I’m fine and back at the Academy. To much to say over text, can you meet me at any point this week? How was the dinner?”[/i][/color] He tapped the send button and then tossed his phone onto his bed. What was he doin? Oh yes, writing down the beginning of the suite he had just formed. He knew he should be resting, but this relaxation was more than needed at the moment. After the notes were all written down, Luc stretched and decided that his current outfit was far too… Extra for a day at the Academy, at least as a student. He began undressing, taking his time and folding everything neatly. He entered the attached bathroom and didn’t bother turning on any lights, and instead just turned the shower on. It seemed that whomever brought his things assumed he as the vampire would have the larger ‘shower’ bathroom. Luc gave a brief roll of his eyes and focused on cleaning himself. 

While he was busy he let another symphony of his play in his head. It was the starting song to an orchestral/choral epic that he had just began to write. It was the first time that the vampire had decided to include vocal performances in his work and as such it was taking him much longer to write it. He waited until the last note left his head and then smiled as he stepped out of the shower. The towel was hung upon a hook attached to the door and as he dried himself he considered how it was he was going to handle this assignment. Things were getting serious, and many hands had started to move pieces around the game board. He would need all of his training and skill to handle the task that was set before him. 

Giving another sigh, he was really starting to do that a lot more recently, Lucan padded back into his room and put on a pair of black silk briefs and then slipped into his bed. He set both his internal clock and phone alarm and then closed his eyes. He used his talent of ‘military sleep’ to just knock himself out instantly and didn’t have to worry about his thoughts keeping him awake, he was out like a light. He just hoped Damien didn’t make to much noise, he was easily awakened…