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[Flynn Vaughn]

[Alaric Vaughn]

The only constant thing in this world…in Ric’s opinion, is change. He looked outside the window, at the blue-painted sky above him and sighed. It was supposedly a good day today, with the sun’s rays gently shining. The birds were chirping too, and always, he should be in a good mood…. right? He should be out and about, doing one thing or another. I should be out with friends… He thought as he continued with watching the view outside from their house window. It would have been normal for him, of all people, to be part of the crowd, instead, he was stuck at home, trying to find solace in the solitude that he sought just a few minutes ago. The thing is…even if he wanted to go out, he couldn’t. Today's date was the anniversary of their grandfather’s death. He was supposed to be smiling, for his grandfather made him promise that the last time he would cry and grieve over him was the moment he died. He wasn’t exactly grieving, yet he could not help but feel lonely and depressed again. Sure, he and his siblings were able to survive all these years without him, and he’s more than able to take care of himself, yet he felt helpless right now.  

 

“Damn it.” He cursed under his breath as he tried to ignore all the thoughts that had shown his weakness. All these years, the determined boy who was once a no-star learned to be stronger and honed his talents to the fullest and he knew he could do more. He wanted to do more. Yes, despite all that, he still felt empty somehow since the most important person who helped him in music was not by his side to praise him and be with him as he reaches his dreams. Every year, the same thing happened to him…and he could tell, without even asking his twin, that Alec felt the same way. He could smell the food being cooked in the kitchen, it reminded him that his twin was also distracting himself in his own way. It’s hard to find peace on a very memorable and painful day that affected them greatly. That’s the problem with them, they would rather keep all their emotions to themselves than vent it out. He knew keeping all his feelings bottled up was not healthy for them, but he can’t do it. They say the pain lessens in time, and maybe it does, but for now, all there is is a shooting pain that sat heavily in his chest. Has it always been this painful? He couldn’t really recall now. It’s like the world’s being ripped out from under him every time he will look at their photos together. Ric’s gaze stayed on one photo frame with him and his grandfather while the old man was holding his guitar. He didn’t even notice when he smiled at the memory of that day. Up to this day, he wanted to tell his grandfather about all his accomplishments, about a joke he thinks the old man will appreciate, and most importantly, the song he wrote which he knew he would love. He found himself opening the lid of the grand piano that was in the living room and sat there idly for a time. It was until his hand automatically tried the ivory keys that he blinked and decided right there and then that he’s going to play a song for his grandfather. This one he wrote for his grandparents. He put all his emotions while playing, his mind focused on the keys as the heaviness in his heart became lighter as he plays.

 

Song he's playing

Tag: Alec

Edited by Alaric Vaughn, 14 September 2022 - 08:22 PM.

[Jeffrey Vaughn]

- New RP -

Tag Ric

 

Jeff plopped himself down on the fancy shmancy sofa and turned around to see if someone had brought in the newspaper. He was officially bored; the band had been on tour for the last year or so, and after a couple of weeks of resting, Jeff was feeling the little creeping ants he got whenever he needed to do something else, when he needed to move and create. Problem was that he also had the biggest creative clog in the history of creative clogs, so as much as he had tried, nothing came out from his strings, pianos, or mind. He had little bits of ideas here and there, but nothing substantial had come out. So, here he was, pajamas in the middle of the day, messy hair and all, looking at the recent gossip in the Prophet. 

 

The house itself felt eerily quiet. At the current point, Jeff didn't know if someone was home. He spoke aloud to the house elf, asking them to bring the blackest coffee they could brew and apple strudels, to which the house elf complied, leaving the items on the little table next to the sofa. Jeff took one of the strudels and started to eat it, reading the paper and completely unplugging from whatever was going on in the house....

[Alaric Vaughn]

(so sorry!)

 

Where is Ric that day? He was upstairs, with a bottle of beer in hand, in the middle of the day when the sun was high up in the sky. He was frustrated, very, that he couldn't help chugging beer instead of preparing for his solo performance that night. Losing his band sucks. It’s devastating. It’s so cliche that he hated to say it, but being in a band is like being in a long-term relationship. They all worked on something consistently over time, they shared vision that they worked towards, they saw a lot of each other, they dealt with setbacks and difficulties, and shared some beautiful moments together. Out of possible relationships - be they friends, family, romantic, work and otherwise - Ric would argue that band relationships are instantly special. Ric knew that very much. As the wind blew, his gaze stayed on the dock in their backyard. His bedroom is facing the lake, giving him a good view every day. Often, the view would distract him, but today, it’s far from any of that. He was perturbed. Their house elf reminded him to eat lunch and that his brother Jeff is already having his meal.

That sort of gave him hope. If there’s someone who would understand what he’s going through, it would be his brother Jeff, who has his own band and been in this industry far longer than he had. With the bottle still in hand, he went downstairs at a lazy pace, hair and eyes wild. His lack of sleep made him look like crap. Arriving in the living room, he went directly to sit on the couch with one leg resting on the armchair as he leaned his back on the couch. “Morning Jeff…or…” his eyes went to the window again, “I don’t know what time it is now, is it afternoon?” His brow furrowed and took a deep breath, taking a gulp of his beer again. He sounded, looked and felt pathetic.