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Okay guess. First of all, Orpheus and Eurydice is a Greek tale, and the Greeks promoted homosexuality. So, a situation like this could have happened. Well, more than likely not marriage, but dating did happen. Even if you don't like 3x4, please read just because it's a cultural thing. Expand your mine.
Now, I wanna do a LUx13. Anybody want one of those? Only thing is, I don't know what myth to them. In your review (Should you be a nice, kind person who actually reviews) please make suggestion. Just, no Argonauts, because I already know what to do that with. BTW, if you wanna see, say, another 6x9 or 5xS, just gimme your suggestion, kay? Lov ya! ^_^
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The earliest musicians were the Gods. After that, there came mortals who equalled the Gods in this skill. One of the greatest of these musicians was Trowa. Trowa was the son of one of Muses and a Thracian King. His music was so heartfelt, only the Gods could compete with it, and everyone was influenced by it. It was said that even the rocks on the shores of the rivers danced when he played upon his instrument.
No one was ever clear how he first met the man he married. Rumours it was an arranged marriage between the House of Thrace and the Winner household. However, there were other theories...
Trowa sat playing his panpipe in the quiet of the forest. He very much enjoyed relaxing in the woods of Thrace. They were always so peaceful, and he relished the power that he had over the animals that lived in the forests: they always quieted whenever he played upon his pan pipe. After a moment, they would join in with him, singing in perfect harmony.
Even though he was almost constantly being asked to play for members of his father's court, Trowa loved playing instruments and was never one to say no. But when it was just him and the birds, there weren't any requests, or interruptions... Except this once.
"Hi! So, we meet again!" Trowa heard footsteps behind him on the soft ground approaching quickly. He turned around to see a very good looking young boy: he had blond hair that shone like the sun, large bluey eyes that glowed warmly, and was short and quite skinny. He looked like a sprite or something that had just emerged from nowhere, but Trowa knew that wasn't true.
Quatre. Quatre Rabarba Winner, Prince of some other Grecian city state, Trowa couldn't remember which one. He'd arrived that morning with his father who had come to arrange some sort of treaty between the two towns. Trowa stood up, and bowed. "Prince Quatre..."
Smiling amusedly, Quatre gave a bow that was more like a curtsy back to Trowa. "Prince Trowa." seeing that Trowa was being formal, Quatre sat down on a rock close to where Trowa had earlier been sitting. "I've heard you play before, but not outside in the woods like this. At meal time, your song was slow and sad, but now, it's happy. It almost makes me wonder what you really feel." the taller boy remained silent. Quatre searched for something else to say. "Do you have another musical instrument?"
Trowa raised an eyebrow at Quatre. "Why? Do you have something against a pan pipe?" he asked.
"No." Quatre blushed deeply, looking down at the grass below his sandalled feet. "See, I play too. It's... my secret... I don't think I'm as good as you though. My father believes that I should be taking philosophy instead of music, so I try to play whatever I can, when I can."
"So, you can play anything?"
"Pretty much."
Believing the blond, Trowa reached into his shoulder bag and pulled out a lyre. He handed it over to Quatre, whose face exploded into happiness. Quatre thanked the Thracian profusely and started to tune the lyre with what seemed to Trowa the ears of an experienced musician. Once he was sure the lyre was tuned properly, Quatre began to play. His long fingers plucking at the strings gently.
Trowa's eyes widened in astonishment. Quatre was as good as him, and he was the son of a goddess! Instead of getting jealous, Trowa smiled as he picked up his pipe. 'Imagine... Imagine what we could accomplish together... oh, Quatre...' the name went out like a prayer as Trowa also began playing.
After their duet was over, Quatre had to excuse himself, saying he had to get back soon. Trowa also packed up his belongings. He too had to get back home, because his father had said he needed to be present at some arrangement between Thrace and the Winner household. Trowa wondered if Quatre had to go back for that same reason.
Sitting in the conference room, Trowa's father, Manager, looked at Mr. Winner. "Trowa, Quatre... your father and I have been discussing this since Mr. Winner discovered Quatre's talent with music."
Quatre and Trowa caught each other's eye. Neither of them knew what their fathers were talking about.
Mr. Winner continued. "Quatre, I may want you to become a philosopher instead of a musician, however I do want you to enjoy your talent. King Manager and I both agree that an arrangement between our two houses would be most fruitful."
The two young boys looked at each other again, still very confused. This time. Trowa's father caught the look and explained. "My boy... we made an arrangement for you two..." he said, stressing the word.
Blushing Quatre looked between his father and Trowa. "You.. You mean Trowa and I are c... court... court..."
"Courting?" Trowa asked, his voice sounding very high at the thought of dating Quatre. Glancing at the red faced blonde, his shocked face slowly turned into a smile. It didn't sound all that bad actually.... Trowa quickly excused himself as he hurried to get a hanky for his bleeding nose.
Arranged or not, Trowa and Quatre loved each other very much. The castle was always filled with beautiful music after they started courting. When they announced their marriage, Thrace grew even happier.
However, after the wedding, a tragedy befell Quatre. He was walking in the field one day when he was bit by a viper. Quatre did not survive, and once again no music save Trowa's pipe could be heard from the palace... the little times he actually managed to pick it up and play it.
"I'm going to go crazy if I don't do something." Trowa told himself, clutching tightly at the pipe. All he could play now seemed to be slow, sad songs. The pain he felt for his lost lover was overwhelming. Throwing a cloak over his shoulders, he ran from the castle. "I'll go and see Duo, God of Death. Maybe, maybe I can move his and Hilde's hearts, and persuade them to let me have my Quatre back."
Once he had managed to reach the Underworld, Trowa began to play his pipe. At it's sound, the Underworld seemed to stop. Deathscythe, Hell, and Custom, the three-headed Gundam that guarded the Underworld relaxed his guard, the people of Hell found peace for a moment, and the Furies who bleed from their eyes found them selves crying real tears.
Trowa walked all the way up to the castle where Duo and Hilde, God and Goddess of the Underworld lived. He played his pipe better than he had ever had, and at the end of the song, Hilde was crying freely and Duo was trying to hid his tears behind his cape, sniffling out how he was the God of Death and shouldn't cry... But all Hilde had to do was place a hand on his and Duo started crying as well.
Duo consented to letting Quatre leaving, providing Trowa didn't turn around to see if he was there or not, until they were both outside. Accepting this, Trowa left the Underworld, walking out the same way he had come in. Not a smell or sound could he detect to make sure Quatre was behind, so Trowa just swallowed his worries and proceeded onwards believing that Duo would not lie.
"I may run and hide, but I never tell a lie." he had told Trowa.
Stepping joyfully into the daylight, Trowa turned around, but saw that Quatre was still in the shadows of the sunlight, only a step or two away from the same light Trowa was standing under. He tried to grasp Quatre's ghostly image, but Quatre only whispered "Farewell!" and disappeared into the shadows of the Underworld once again.
He was not allowed entering the Underworld again, until the day he died. Trowa was forced to live on the Earth alone. Looking down at his pipe, Trowa turned from the mouth of the cave that lead to the land of the dead. "I will keep on living..." He vowed. "...and be the kind musician Qautre would want me to be."