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kingdomdressing2011-07-06 03:44 am
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"It may be that their pretense is not for our benefit, but for their own"
[ So guys. It's been a while since anyone's heard from one resident scientist in particular, and as great minds think alike, like his feminine counterpart, the masculine is out and about, though the purpose of this trip seems entirely to be of a pleasurable nature, meant to relax his weary soul, stretched thin by the devices of his own over-active mind.
He's actually been quite busy, working like mad on getting that laboratory of his established. Considering he worked himself for days straight with three hours of sleep total, it can easily be said that Vexen is rather used to working himself to his very limits for the sake of his work. And after promptly sleeping for a good ten straight hours when he finally allowed himself, he decided a break was necessary for his health. No use working himself to death before even getting to see the fruits of his labors.
So after enjoying a cup of tea in a quiet little café somewhere in the Enchanted Dominion, Vexen decided to exercise a different part of his brain, a part seldom used since Even gave way to Vexen. Which part? The right side, the more creatively oriented half of the brain. And how was he doing this? Simple. He'd found and tuned an older baby grand piano, and was sitting at it now among a few dusty tomes in a forgotten archive of books, playing a quiet melody.
Though long and nimble fingers danced along the keys with a grace few would ever expect from a man as frigid and unforgiving as winter, to look at his face, one would think him merely reading an encyclopedia. Truly, he felt nothing while playing, but the memories of emotions that, once upon a time, these simple chords incited was enough. The memories forged in days long past, the ghosts of solace and peace within those few souls whom ever had the privilege to actually hear the Academic enjoy anything but the sciences, rejuvenated his old soul. And so he deigned indulge, enjoying a moment wherein he assumed he was entirely alone. ]
He's actually been quite busy, working like mad on getting that laboratory of his established. Considering he worked himself for days straight with three hours of sleep total, it can easily be said that Vexen is rather used to working himself to his very limits for the sake of his work. And after promptly sleeping for a good ten straight hours when he finally allowed himself, he decided a break was necessary for his health. No use working himself to death before even getting to see the fruits of his labors.
So after enjoying a cup of tea in a quiet little café somewhere in the Enchanted Dominion, Vexen decided to exercise a different part of his brain, a part seldom used since Even gave way to Vexen. Which part? The right side, the more creatively oriented half of the brain. And how was he doing this? Simple. He'd found and tuned an older baby grand piano, and was sitting at it now among a few dusty tomes in a forgotten archive of books, playing a quiet melody.
Though long and nimble fingers danced along the keys with a grace few would ever expect from a man as frigid and unforgiving as winter, to look at his face, one would think him merely reading an encyclopedia. Truly, he felt nothing while playing, but the memories of emotions that, once upon a time, these simple chords incited was enough. The memories forged in days long past, the ghosts of solace and peace within those few souls whom ever had the privilege to actually hear the Academic enjoy anything but the sciences, rejuvenated his old soul. And so he deigned indulge, enjoying a moment wherein he assumed he was entirely alone. ]