Post by lucian on Feb 13, 2010 21:43:05 GMT -6
So many stories began with a dark, stormy night, and such dreary weather was often accompanied by misery. Theirs was an ironic tale with a lesson in it. That even in the darkest of places, love and hope can always blossom.
So few knew of these strangers, Moire and Lucian, but from first glance it was plain as day that these two were polar-opposites. But this story isn't solely about their kindness and cruelty as much as it is about the deeds they perform. Moire's deeds were her own, and such a tale was her own to tell. Lucian's was one of kindness, a tale that made him look too kind..the type of kindness that the world so desperately needed.
Kindness was a luxury he could afford, for there was never a price on being a good man. After their exile, they'd managed to ship most of what they had overseas, and reclaim a good portion of their fortune. Small steps were taken to ensure they took a path in the right direction, without overstepping their boundaries. Lucian knew before they ever arrived, that this put a damper on Moire's style, but neither could deny that they had to take it slow. It was through her ingenuity that they found themselves with a townhouse in the capital, and through Lucian's they were fortunate to discover other ways to speed up the process of regaining and possibly expanding the fortunes they once possessed.
When Lucian roamed the streets, he saw wonders he'd never before seen. So many things that differed from his homeland, both good and bad. It warmed his heart to see the people so pleased with their lifestyle, and broke his heart when he turned into the alleys. There were so many that suffered. Poverty, decay...a constant struggle to reach for crumbs...scraps of food was considered a hearty meal for the hungry and homeless. Watching him was like watching a child bring home wounded animals. They hired servants to handle the wants and needs of Moire, yet Lucian had taken the time to give them different tasks for a higher price. Some people collected art, and others collected weaponry. Lucian seemed to have a collection of hobo's! His "collection" however, was far more taxing. Kindness went such a long way in the world. All it took was a small act of kindness to change a land for the better, and that was Lucian's intention. He had no desire to be a saint or a martyr. The mere act of helping another was what made things so worthwhile. To catch that glimmer of hope in their eyes made him smile each and every time. Some were sure to take the kindness without repaying it, he'd never done it for payment. Others were sure to try to repay such kindness in any way they could. He had no qualms either way, for this was how he coped with the change of lifestyle.
Perhaps it was through kindness that good fortune smiled upon them. Maybe it was what gave them the means to afford an estate outside of the capital. Whatever its condition, whatever the cost, kindness had surely paid off to grant them such fortune. But such matters were for Moire. Lucian tended to the simpler things in life, and continued to carry on his goodly duties to the fullest.
So few knew of these strangers, Moire and Lucian, but from first glance it was plain as day that these two were polar-opposites. But this story isn't solely about their kindness and cruelty as much as it is about the deeds they perform. Moire's deeds were her own, and such a tale was her own to tell. Lucian's was one of kindness, a tale that made him look too kind..the type of kindness that the world so desperately needed.
Kindness was a luxury he could afford, for there was never a price on being a good man. After their exile, they'd managed to ship most of what they had overseas, and reclaim a good portion of their fortune. Small steps were taken to ensure they took a path in the right direction, without overstepping their boundaries. Lucian knew before they ever arrived, that this put a damper on Moire's style, but neither could deny that they had to take it slow. It was through her ingenuity that they found themselves with a townhouse in the capital, and through Lucian's they were fortunate to discover other ways to speed up the process of regaining and possibly expanding the fortunes they once possessed.
When Lucian roamed the streets, he saw wonders he'd never before seen. So many things that differed from his homeland, both good and bad. It warmed his heart to see the people so pleased with their lifestyle, and broke his heart when he turned into the alleys. There were so many that suffered. Poverty, decay...a constant struggle to reach for crumbs...scraps of food was considered a hearty meal for the hungry and homeless. Watching him was like watching a child bring home wounded animals. They hired servants to handle the wants and needs of Moire, yet Lucian had taken the time to give them different tasks for a higher price. Some people collected art, and others collected weaponry. Lucian seemed to have a collection of hobo's! His "collection" however, was far more taxing. Kindness went such a long way in the world. All it took was a small act of kindness to change a land for the better, and that was Lucian's intention. He had no desire to be a saint or a martyr. The mere act of helping another was what made things so worthwhile. To catch that glimmer of hope in their eyes made him smile each and every time. Some were sure to take the kindness without repaying it, he'd never done it for payment. Others were sure to try to repay such kindness in any way they could. He had no qualms either way, for this was how he coped with the change of lifestyle.
Perhaps it was through kindness that good fortune smiled upon them. Maybe it was what gave them the means to afford an estate outside of the capital. Whatever its condition, whatever the cost, kindness had surely paid off to grant them such fortune. But such matters were for Moire. Lucian tended to the simpler things in life, and continued to carry on his goodly duties to the fullest.