VeiledLonging
Ohm
HahaPerhaps its stereotypical to associate the undead with the archaic elegance of classical music, yet its sounds haunted the snow around the Guillory home. A distance from Carcross stood a lavish and grandiose home, outlined with wood and stone. Despite the large windows and inviting beauty of the property, so many chose to avoid the location. Inside the theme continued, thick and deep wood spiraled throughout the house, outlining windows and covering corridors. It was a home of money and history. The music danced evocatively from room to room, twisting round corners and along halls until it reached the first closed door in the house.
The Guillory's fed themselves on a banquet of hikers and citizens of the many towns nearby. The mountains nearby had claimed so many lives and it had become so rare that the police reacted to a report of a missing individual now; it was all in the benefit of the family. The tiny population of each town forced their happy isolation as city life remained unfavorable. They existed in their snowy paradise until time favored them to move once again. It wasn't a complicated life. They respected the rules of their world if only to preserve their tiny family.
It was safe for each Guillory to say how time had changed them all. Seeing numerous wars, countless rulers, and innumerable cities, each member of the Guillory family neither welcomed the change or abhorred it. The world seemed to have relax compared to how society had been some centuries ago. No longer did they have to hide behind regulations and regime. They had the freedom to express themselves; this existed to an extent, of course. Despite the freedom of the human world they lived in, their world of shadow required an unyielding constitution. They were the same as everyone else, depending on who you asked. Whether they were living or dead, it all relied on who asked.
None of the family cared for integration into the living society. None of them cared for regular jobs and making friends with what they considered food. The isolation kept them busy enough, savoring time to relish in their own pursuits, be it intellectual or cultured. The possibility of entering education had remained impossible for far too long. The necessity for birth certificates had rendered the family obscured from that world. Instead, the family pursued any hunger for knowledge through books. The family's interests drifted from the creative pastimes of literature and dance to the academic subjects of science and math. It was a side effect of solitude.
The lingering rhymes of Franz Schubert's Auf dem Wasser zu singen pirouetted throughout the house, echoing into each empty corner. Each member of the family had located themselves somewhere comfortable, enjoying their free time exactly as they wished.
The Guillory's fed themselves on a banquet of hikers and citizens of the many towns nearby. The mountains nearby had claimed so many lives and it had become so rare that the police reacted to a report of a missing individual now; it was all in the benefit of the family. The tiny population of each town forced their happy isolation as city life remained unfavorable. They existed in their snowy paradise until time favored them to move once again. It wasn't a complicated life. They respected the rules of their world if only to preserve their tiny family.
It was safe for each Guillory to say how time had changed them all. Seeing numerous wars, countless rulers, and innumerable cities, each member of the Guillory family neither welcomed the change or abhorred it. The world seemed to have relax compared to how society had been some centuries ago. No longer did they have to hide behind regulations and regime. They had the freedom to express themselves; this existed to an extent, of course. Despite the freedom of the human world they lived in, their world of shadow required an unyielding constitution. They were the same as everyone else, depending on who you asked. Whether they were living or dead, it all relied on who asked.
None of the family cared for integration into the living society. None of them cared for regular jobs and making friends with what they considered food. The isolation kept them busy enough, savoring time to relish in their own pursuits, be it intellectual or cultured. The possibility of entering education had remained impossible for far too long. The necessity for birth certificates had rendered the family obscured from that world. Instead, the family pursued any hunger for knowledge through books. The family's interests drifted from the creative pastimes of literature and dance to the academic subjects of science and math. It was a side effect of solitude.
The lingering rhymes of Franz Schubert's Auf dem Wasser zu singen pirouetted throughout the house, echoing into each empty corner. Each member of the family had located themselves somewhere comfortable, enjoying their free time exactly as they wished.
