#they all bought vip except freed

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the raijinshuu and laxus play roblox or something (pt. 1/?)

[doctorlaelia-ffxiv]

Biggest White(ish) lie(s) my character tells habitually

“Ah-- no, I have no particular skill in music, I’m afraid.”

Laelia smiled at the inquiring patient, the young man laying on his back on the hospital bed with his bandaged hands resting over his stomach. A freak cooking accident had burned the gentleman’s palms, and though it wasn’t so bad that he needed an extended stay in the burn unit, his parents had insisted that he be taken care of and given a VIP suite until his skin was healed. 

“No?” he asked, fair blond hair in a bit of a muss over his plush white pillow. “I’m surprised, Medicus Caelius. You have the most beautiful fingers. They would look splendid over the keys of a piano. Still, I imagine slender, delicate fingers are good for surgical work, no?” 

“Indeed so, sir,” she replied, smiling still. Blue eyes looked down to her chart. His pain medication had been administered, and he said he was feeling well. “Maybe someday I’ll pick up an instrument. For now, you should rest.”

When she returned to her apartment late that night, she looked to the piano in the corner, a sheet covering the beautiful instrument made of mahogany. It had been many moons since she’d even touched it, too absorbed and preoccupied by her work to do much else. Slow footsteps carried her towards it, and she slowly pulled the white sheet from the baby grand, a smile tugging sadly at the corners of her lips. Fingers, just as slender and delicate as the young chef had claimed, ran over the smooth ivory keys after she lifted the lid. Her index finger pressed down on the middle ‘C,’ and she closed her eyes as it rang out into the room. Even after all this time, it still sang so sweetly.

Laelia thought of her younger days, where her mother had encouraged her to pursue the arts; music, ballet, painting, embroidery. Where her father wanted a warrior, Laelia’s mother saw more value in an accomplished wife to support a high ranking husband and give him children. Even if the girl had no interest in the arranged marriage, she relished the lessons in music and dancing. And the truth of the matter was that she was excellent -- a prodigy, her teacher called her, especially when it came to the piano. 

The young girl had composed concertos all on her own, arias to sing to in her lilting soprano voice. She enchanted her mother and her mother’s friends, all of them raving about how talented she was. She enjoyed the praise, until her father got home. He would scoff at the gaggle of women and their ‘silly’ shows, telling them all that Laelia’s destiny lay in being a warrior.

“She’ll be just like her father,” he boasted, “feared by all who she comes across.”

The thought of that made Laelia grimace. The girl didn’t have a violent bone in her body. Even insects were freed back into the wilds of their garden rather than killed when she came across them, despite being afraid of the ones with eight legs. Too gentle by half to satisfy her father; too willful entirely to satisfy her mother. And so, when it came time, Laelia told them both that she would not be a soldier or an accomplished housewife; she was going to be a medicus. 

The rage of her father and disappointment of her mother were terrifying and heartbreaking, respectively. Most parents would have been happy to have a doctor for a daughter, Laelia thought. Her mother took it better by far than her father, though. Where Claudia took a couple of days and then came to her daughter, smiling, telling her that she was proud and that she was going to make an excellent medicus, Remus’ anger still burned and his disappointment in his child still raged. 

“If you will not follow the path of either your mother and me, then you have no need of our aid any longer!” he had shouted at a seventeen year old Laelia. “Except no money from me, child, and may the Empire help you if you bring dishonor upon our family name!”

He shouted this while sending the sword that rested on his hip through her piano repeatedly, shattering keys and wood in the process. She screamed as it broke, tears springing into her eyes as she begged him to stop it. Remus didn’t stop until the entire instrument lay in pieces, and then stormed from the room.

That was the last interaction she had with her father directly until she graduated from medical school and moved onto her residency in the capitol of Garlemald. That was when she bought another piano -- just in case.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, looking down at the instrument as she caressed its keys without pressing down on them. Her gaze moved to the pieces of paper -- her compositions -- on top of it in a neat stack, all hand-written. “I do have a particular skill in music, after all.”

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