#Tristan has something in mind for that lesson to revive her violin and it includes a different location.

[lordofthestrix]

Continued from (x) "You are not afraid to make a fair share of contrasting assumptions regarding my history." Tristan listened to her tale with crystalline interest. "Good. Deduction is best suited for souls gifted in instinct. And in a way you are perfectly right. My human life was informed of its meaning to the point of suffocation at times. Nevertheless, by the moment I found myself in a similar place to where you stand, the uncertainty of eternity unfolding before my eyes in the awakening of what you could call my own brand of resurrection, there was nothing left. No trace of birthright or sanctuary. My own spirit often betrayed me." His gaze navigated back to Gia's hand and its refusal to let her play. "In maddening hours I experienced the frenetic need to see my own blood spilled. Not in the hunt for self-punishment but the desperate, blind desire to recover myself. My identity had been tainted by the one who guided me there and each of my days I felt both poisoned and shattered." He spoke in candid aloofness. As if retelling someone else's memories. There was no sign of the smallest weakness in the admission. If anything, he appeared distantly amused or even proud by their result. "If your judgement is correct, if I'm indeed important, it isn't because it was delivered to me with joyous ease. The universe remained predictably and profoundly indifferent to my ordeal. One single person I cared about. And for reasons far too elaborated to summarize, most dawns she couldn't even look in my direction without confusing me with the one who caused her own suffering. In the torturing struggle of more than one endless evening I was cursed with the possibility that she might heal quicker in my absence." At this there was a much more gelid and darker visiting cadence to his voice. But it was no longer there by the next sentence. "Following your line of reasoning, there was no intended´place in the world for me. Perchance there wasn't. It didn't matter to me then. It shouldn't matter to you now. We forge ourselves." The shadow of his smirk, as if subtly sharing a muted secret with her, returned one final time. "Try to remember that not all things that taste the flames are fated to turn to ash, Gia. You are hurt, yes. And some suffering is unavoidable. A greeting card of new beginnings. It doesn't make you less than you were. Nor does it prevent you from reaching new heights. Whatever you become...That is entirely yours to claim."

He didn't comment on her final acceptance. Taking it instead as his pleased mark of departure. "It was an interesting pleasure to meet you. I'll be in touch soon." He mused with a lingering last look once at her side. Effortless joining in the shadows that introduced him and leaving her as the only vampire in the auditorium.

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