Lucas Cole Posted April 14, 2016 Share Posted April 14, 2016 Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about. He'd lied to Francis, today. The real reason for Maddox's absence, this evening, had very little to do with throttling the poor man (though that was never entirely outside the realm of possibilities), and rather more to do with a simple desire for solitude. The tumult of the evening's long crescendo had left Lucas... worn... and while anyone might expect him to be out carousing, or some such thing, he'd found he wanted nothing more than peace and quiet. Some time spent alone, free from the tension and travails the months of rehearsal had visited upon him, at long last. There was a second reason, too, but that was rather more difficult to explain. It came in a small, brown, glass bottle, and was presently sat in the very center of a table. Lucas, sat in silence, shirttails, and a chair clear across the room, was staring at it thoughtfully. He'd found it the day before, while hunting for some scrap of a discarded allegro; wrapped in a twist of paper and fallen beneath the bed, quite forgotten. The right thing to do would be to throw it away, he'd told himself, repeatedly, even as he'd tucked it into his pocket for safekeeping. Somehow, merely having it nearby offered almost as much comfort as the contents could. For emergencies. Right. Now, the opera was over, and he was out of excuses. Now he was free from responsibility and, if he wanted to, he could indulge. Except that he knew perfectly well where that led, the consequences of bottled contentment; remembered all too well the hell of the voyage to the Low Countries, and the pain he'd endured. Balancing this against the possible benefits ought to have been an easy equation, but somehow... it wasn't. Lucas sighed, sinking back into his chair and lacing his long fingers together, as though to guard against any unsanctioned action on their part. He'd very nearly made up his mind... But not quite. OOC: Placeholder for James. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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