Morning.
Hi! I'm LilyRosetheDreamer and while I'm not new to Fanfiction, I am new to the Thunderbirds section. I've liked Thunderbirds ever since my Dad introduced his love for the original puppet show to me when I was small.
I came up with a Virgil one-shot and I hope it will please you all.
Please review.
Virgil loved the morning.
There was something about waking up slowly, blinking as he realised he wasn't actually winning a prize for the best Violin Solo and feeling the warmth of his quilt cocoon as he pulled it a little tighter around himself while he stretched contently like a cat.
Yes, that was nice.
But it wasn't the best part.
When he looked at his clock and saw that it was five o'clock, he would grin because the sun was peeking shyly over the horizon about now, still unsure about extending pure fingers of light over the dancing waves.
Virgil always played his violin at sunrise.
Flinging the covers back enthusiastically, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Virgil Tracey scrambled for his dressing gown and violin case, not wanting to delay his music time by even a second. He wasn't a kid anymore, but the violin on the shore always brought out the hidden child in him.
"Yeah." He whispered as he uncovered the black leather of his case and he put on his slippers as he quietly crept out of his bedroom, unwilling to disturb the others.
The others being four brothers and a father who didn't like waking up at god knows what time.
The pitter patter of his footsteps stopped in the kitchen as he picked up the photo of his beloved mother, who had sadly passed away when he was young.
"Good morning, Mom! Do you want to watch me play this morning?" he murmured and placed the frame in the soft pocket of his gown.
Picking up the case once more, he headed outside, carefully shutting the patio doors and pocketing the key that unlocked them as he went. Like he'd expected, the flickering sunrise was GORGEOUS.
The water sparkled like diamond droplets, the sand turned from grey to gold, covering Virgil's toes with a cool, grainy blanket and the sky…
There were no words in any language that could describe the palette of colours. It was an artist's dream, a musician's playground. The inky purple and navy blended perfectly with the fiery orange and deep crimson. The sun cast its yellow stripes amongst it all, like it was sowing bright seeds that helped unlock inner peace, even if it was only for a while. A blush of rosy pink completed the scene and as the shadows receded, black of night giving way to the full rainbow of dawn, Virgil Tracey assembled his violin and placed the bow on the strings, ready to welcome the birth of a new morning. Sweet music wafted along the breeze, travelling through the waking dreams of the entire Tracey household, provoking the same languid smiles to stretch fully across their faces.
Virgil's smile was radiant as somewhere from the heavens, a woman's tinkling laugh echoed across Tracey Island.
It was short, representing my first tentative step into the Thunderbirds fanfiction world. Please regard me with kindness!
Love Lily. X