AVE MARIA [o]

[ANYA WILSON]

Ave Maria gratia plena,
Dominus tecum,
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus.

The clouds hung heavy in the sky as the threatening storms made their way past the house. From the heavens echoed the fierce thunder and the lightning shorn glowing with both beauty and completely terror. The gods seemed angered, like a crazed bull, but what could have caused such ruckus? As if she knew such things, the rain just as any other part of the weather was always mysterious in its ways, but at the moment the child wished the storm to pass soon. Thunder and lightning were not her friends at least lightning wasn’t; of all the elements she could withstand, electricity seemed to always slice through and the more she thought about it the more she became annoyed with the fact.


The young Wilson girl named Anya found herself staring out at the large window of the dining room. She hadn’t a clue how she ended up there since she had aimlessly been wandering around the house not really paying attention where she was going and what she was doing. All she really remembered was the servants moving out of her way as if she were Queen Elizabeth herself. Well then again, her name did mean Graceful Queen so it was slightly understandable. Anya’s emotionless eyes still watched out the window, quickly losing focus and getting lost within each drop of the rain on the window.

Gripping onto the violin case she had on hand, the child made sure not to lose focus. She needed to practice so that her teacher would stop bugging her about useless things such as slacking off. Placing the case on the floor, she pulled out the violin ever so gently as she always did. The instrument was delicate and needed to be cared for as if it were a baby; that was at least how Anya held that logic.

She rested the violin beneath her chin as she held the bow firmly in her left hand, Anya turned from the window. Not wanting to look outside it, not wanting to get scared by the threats of the outside world. Ten years old and she felt like she had most of the world figured out, the whole thing was a simple game that she hoped the win. Breathing slowly, she let the power of the music take over now.

Grey blue eyes shut softly as she played Bach’s Ave Maria; she preformed for an audience of no one, but she knew any moment others would gather and watch as if she were some street performer. The girl didn’t mind, this song was her feelings of the moment; probably contradicting the way she appears to some considering her indifferent attitude toward everything. The violin cried out in sweet sorrow like an angel of music had been sent upon it, crying for its mother…a simple blessing if she has one to spare.

NOTE: Wilson family, or whoever happens to be in the house, i don't care. (First post using Anya, exciting!)

[ZEPHYR WILSON]

† this innocence is brilliant, i hope it will stay †
† this moment is perfect, please don't go away †

Thunder joy. Zephyr rolled his eyes though he doubt anyone would be able to see that. There were many things that he hated, a knowledge that most don't know with that ever present smile on his face. Thunder happened to be in the top three. He hated the sound it ruined his concentration then there was the flash but most of all was the fact that he was weak against it. He knew he had limits but it still annoyed him nonetheless. He couldn't help but wonder if that was how terrakinetics feel. It was rather an annoying feeling really. Again it flashed momentarily disrupting his thoughts but yet at the same time reminding him of his hatred for it.He could stand electricity rather well. He used the computer all the time and laugh whenever someone get shocked trying to fix it. He even tries to figure out how it work. Yet those were small doses unlike an actual thunderstorm. How long was it going to last anyway? He was planning on leaving tonight but it looks like he might have to stay from how things were going.

He stared down at the blank pages of his journal. He rarely ever wrote in it and if he did it was never about his day. Oh no, why would he put his deepest personal secrets in the book when someone might pick it up. Like Isadora who would blackmail him or Mirany. He wouldn't be surprised if the servant tried to. Most of the servants hate him after all and despite how she still smiled around him he was sure it was fake. Okay so he didn't get that sense that it was fake unlike Azure, actually hers felt rather genuinely warm but he was sure that she was up to something. Every servant hated him and she was no exception in his mind.

A sigh escaped his lips as he realized there was nothing to write down. It wasn't like he had discovered anything new about anyone and he hasn't met anyone new that he wasn't written about already. In other words he had nothing to do and his worst enemy, boredom, was here to torture him. No he refused to give into boredom. There just had to be something for him to do. He has no idea what and to be rather blunt he didn't care what. He just had to find something. Slowly he tipped his chair keeping it balanced so that he won't fall with it. Just what was he to do on such a boring day?

Well he could torture the servants. One came into mind which was the terrakinetic. It would only be fair right? If he was tortured by thunder why not have her be tortured by her weakness. Still part of him didn't want her to be too badly hurt. Oh no, not because he was a kind man. Not at all, he just didn't want what was his to be broken. Even though she was known as the Wilson family, in his mind she was his and his alone. After all he spent most of the time with her and whenever he came back, she seems to wait at the gates for him. She was almost like a dog really. Like that one story Hachiko. Hm maybe one day he should leave and don't come back for a few months. Would she wait for him every day? He was rather tempted to perform his little experiment now. The idea of her waiting for him. Still he knew that there would be problems, namely on his insomniac nights. He would lose too much sleep if he does that huh?

Soon he heard a song playing. His ears was able to tell him that it was a violin alright and it sounded rather sad. The first son let his chair's leg meet the ground with a small thud. It was Anya wasn't it? Finally some form of entertainment for him. With a smile he walked down the stairs. He watched her play it with such concentration. It was so strange. For a girl who was practically a doll, she lit up the room with her music. It even made him ignore the sound of the lightning as if he was entranced by it. He waited for her to be done before tosing some coins in front of her. "You get better at it every day Anya." he told her letting out a small smile. If there was a time anyone can see a softer side of him it would be whenever he was around a family member simply because he grew up with them.

tag;;anya
words;; seven-eight-one
notes;; did someone say wilson family?

[ISADORA WILSON]

All we need is lightning

xx

With power and might

The halls were quite empty, and silent except for the occasional rumble of thunder. They were also dark, no one having bothered to turn on the lights. Everything was thus dark, until the lightning flashed, illuminating the tiniest detail for a split second. Isadora gazed out the window, which now had raindrops running down its glass, and watched the storm unfold with a blank face. Someone had once told her that when it rained, it meant the sky was crying. The idea had greatly intrigued the Wilson girl. Why was it crying? What would a sky have to be sad for? The misery of the world, perhaps? That was always a cause for sorrow, but for some reason, Isadora didn't think that was it. Sensible as she was, she liked the idea of a sobbing sky. It was interesting.

She scarecely blinked as the lightning flashed once again, but at last turned away from the window, not bothering to shut the thin curtains behind her. She might as well leave them open for everyone to enjoy the giant storm that was besieging the Wilson House. Aerokinetics didn't like lightning; it was their one weakness. In Izzy's eyes, this was all the more reason to let everyone see the thunder and lightning effects. It was fun to torment her fellow house members, though in reality, she didn't think many of them would be that bugged by it. Izzy herself didn't mind it that much, except for maybe the lightning, a bit. But even though electrokinets controlled lightning, the fear of all aerokinets, she was not scared of them. Well, not extremely, at least. It would just be stupid to not respect them and their powers a little.

Oh, how quiet it was. Silent as a grave, almost as if everyone except for herself had died, and she was now all alone in the world. Hopefully, that was not the case. Izzy would miss her victims, her lovely little toys, far too much. She would probably shoot herself if something of that magnitude happened. At least then she'd be able to play with her 'friends' in the afterlife. She even knew where she'd be going, if such a thing happened; after all, hadn't people called her a demon woman enough times to make it a reality? At least it would be warm in the underworld. Lots of nice fires going, she presumed.

Faint notes drifted down the hall and reached Izzy's ear. She tilted her head and listened to the quiet melody as it lilted and fell. Bach, if she was not mistaken. Ah, classical music, so elegant, and this piece was being very well played. And if she wasn't mistaken, Izzy knew who was playing. With a small smile growing on her face, the grey-haired girl began making her way towards the source of the music, knowing she was getting closer as the volume increased. Finally, she reached the room where her little relative was, playing the violin, apparently oblivious to everything else. It really was a beautiful piece. Leaning against the doorframe, Izzy began slowly clapping her hand, to show her appreciation. There really was nothing like good music.

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Notes: Speaking of Wilsons, heeeeere's Izzy! It's like a reunion!

[ANYA WILSON]

Ave Maria gratia plena,
Dominus tecum,
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus.

The beauty of the music was all the more fascinating and it pleased her that she was the one creating such a sound as well. Her bow glided gently as her fingers played each chord almost perfectly. The sound of the thunder was now only like a distant memory, one that she would no longer have to think about. Her worries floated away, lost in the music and disappearing into the ever so sweet air. Inhaling softly, the girl let her left hand fall gently to her side.

Such a beautiful song, one that she could play forever and ever if her heart and body allowed her to; she remained holding the violin beneath her chin, the love she had felt for the instrument was more than she had ever felt before. It was precious, belonging to her late grandmother, probably one of the only people that she had truly loved in her entire life. Now she was a woman who knew how to make such sweet and beautiful music in anything that she played.

What was it that she was lacking? Anya always felt her music to be a little sad and depressing, why? Sighing to herself, the violin was gently removed from below her chin as she looked up to the noise of coins be tossed and noticed both Zephyr and Isadora standing by. Her heart throbbed from embarrassment, but as usual her face hadn’t shown one hint of nervousness.

"You get better at it every day Anya."

Her eyes for a moment widen then soften once more, ”Really? You think so?” A smile slowly budding, ”I still have a long way to go though.” Her attention focused on the violin for a second before placing it back in the case. Slowly, the same way as she pulled it out. It was like a baby, newborn to be precise since she didn’t care for them much after they got older.

”I didn’t expect to see the both of you home at this hour,” the young girl filled the silence with a meek voice, ”Has the rain ruin your plans for the day?” Of course she was curious of their presence since everyone in the household seemed to be on the go; even the ones who seem to be a little more than brainless sometimes. Anya on the other hand spent most of her days home trapped with various tutors and teachers. To mother and father the world was a dangerous place and due to Anya's habit of getting sick, she stayed home; although it felt a little less like a home and more like a prison cell.

[ZEPHYR WILSON]

† this innocence is brilliant, i hope it will stay †
† this moment is perfect, please don't go away †

Zephyr soon noticed Isadora who clapped her hands. Oh it seems she was at home and not out in someone else's house. If he had known that he would have asked her to entertain him. Oh well no point in dwelling in the past, it's quite a waste of time. It would be better if he would just ask her now. Although if he was going to cause trouble they would have to leave Anya bored to herself and he wouldn't want to do that. He did rather like his cousin, well he liked most if not all of them. They were his family and he does have to live with them so he makes sure not to be on their wrong side. Unless they were highly annoying anyway but he couldn't think of any in particular that he hated at the moment.

Also she was cute and he couldn't leave her alone, at least not until the storm has passed. She also had a weak body and it didn't seem like anyone was watching her either. As strange as it might be, he didn't want to be a bad influence on her, he was sure that Isadora was already enough to corrupt the poor girl. At his compliment she stared at him wide eyed like a cute little kid that she was before they regain their composure. Hmm, how sad to be reclusive but maybe it was better that way. Then she won't have as much chance as to be tricked. Also she was probably intelligent without emotions clouding her mind. ”Really? You think so?” She asked him, her voice was so gentle. He nodded happy to see her small smile. She was still a kid so she shouldn't be too reserved and enjoy it before she's stuck doing boring stuff like looking good for public or a job.

”I still have a long way to go though.” She commented. His smile lessened a little as an image of a certain girl flashed through his mind. On how she always looked down on herself. Always no matter what she did, whether she was good at it or not. One would say that she was humble but to him it was more like she had self-esteem issue than anything. Seeing Anya acting like this though, he just couldn't let that happen. For one she had actual talent, he didn't want anyone, not even her to think other wise. Two was the fact that she was a Wilson, they couldn't look down on themselves or others will. Not that he really cared about that though. Third was the biggest one though which was the fact that he never liked it when people were hard on themselves. He really hated pessimists."You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. I wish I could play like that. It's a shame that I can only hear you play ever so often, it's quite a gentle melody." he replied back. Rarely was he ever encouraging. No scratch that, rarely did he ever meant it. Despite the gentle content though his voice didn't change much well maybe except if one listened carefully they would hear the lack of the teasing undertone.

He, himself used to play the piano as a kid. Although he hasn't played it in quite a while since he had been quite busy. Of course that didn't mean that he didn't listen to it and pretend to play the notes whenever he got bored. Although he had never played the violin before. The first son turned towards Isadora. "Anya had great execution didn't she?" he asked her looking for some sort of support.

”I didn’t expect to see the both of you home at this hour,” Oh he didn't blame her for that. The silver hair male was rarely ever home and if he was it was either torturing servants or playing with his cats. Well maybe at times playing with Isadora and talking to Alice as well. Unless they was a guest over, then he would entertain them after all he was the first son it would be rude of him to leave guests unattended to. The fact that they usually provide entertainment though was a rather big motivation. ”Has the rain ruin your plans for the day?” He gave her a nod. He was suppose to leave today too. Just a few day before Dani comes home.

"Yep so now I'm left bored. So how about the three of us spend the day together at home? There should be something to do right?" he offered. He really didn't want to spend a whole day inside doing nothing. Oh no, that would mean that boredom has beaten him and well he just can't let that happen. Zephyr Wilson always hated the thought of losing.

tag;;anya, isadora
words;; eight-zero-two
notes;; yay~ and zeph you hypocrite.

[ISADORA WILSON]

All we need is lightning

xx

With power and might

Oh, little Anya, tiny Anya. So calm, so sedate, so adorable. Izzy had to admit it; her little cousin was cute. Then again, she was a Wilson. They were all beautiful, though only some had the cute factor. Luckily, Anya was still young, so she still had it. Most people were too busy overlooking their attractiveness for their personalities, and really, who could blame them? Almost everyone had heard by now of the Wilsons love of toying with people. It seemed to show up in almost all of them. Must be genetic or something. The exception was Dani, the innocent head of the house. She, lucky girl, hadn't inherited the toying gene. Maybe she had been switched at birth in the hospital or something; that was the only reason Izzy could think of for Dani's happy personality.

But now was not the time to think such silly wandering pointless thoughts. There would be time for these later, when she was alone and had all the leisure in the world to slowly contemplate life. Now was the time to enjoy the music. Slowly, Izzy let her eyelids drift shut, allowing the melody to wash over her. However, her plan to just stand there and listen to the music was interrupted when her cousin broke off. Cracking open one eyelid to inquire why she had stopped, Izzy spotted yet another relation of hers; this time, her other cousin, Zeph. On the inside, Isadora began singing praises to the high heavens, but on the outside, all she gave him was a sleepy smile. Had he been hiding from her? She hadn't even known he was in the house. Naughty Zephyr, hiding from his female look-alike. That wasn't very nice of him.

Isadora remained silent while her male cousin complimented the littler girl. She really was quite good. She herself sure couldn't play any musical instrument, though she had always thought it might be fun to try a string instrument. Singing was more her thing, but she barely even ever did that anymore. She was pretty sure Zeph could play an instrument, though which one she wasn't sure. Curses on her fading memory. Ah well, she'd remember later, and when she did, perhaps she could convince him to play it, and then Anya could play her violin, and they could make sweet music together while Izzy listened. A little concert for her enjoyment. "You are good Anya, really you are," Isadora murmured, smiling at her younger cousin. She wouldn't say more than that. Of course there was room for improvement, there always was, but Anya was still very advanced for her age, Izzy could tell that much.

Shrugging her sloping shoulders, she took a few steps away from the wall she was leaning on. "Nothing can ruin my days, Anya," she answered with a tiny smile, before changing her expression to a tiny glare. "Except for maybe your cousin over there," she said, jerking her thumb in Zeph's direction. It was a joke, she didn't mind Zeph at all. In fact, he made her days more interesting, if anything. She wished he would do something entertaining right now. Boredom would be imminent unless they did something soon. She stalked over to Zeph on quiet feet and then proceeded to jump on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck, while smiling at Anya. "But what is there to do? Aside from jump on Zephie, of course."

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Notes: Not my greatest post. This took me so long to finish >.<