[Kristoph was no longer afforded the relative freedom he had once enjoyed, but security was lax enough that he hardly ever had to do without his personal possessions.
Tonight, he was amusing himself (and it was always himself- he never did anything for anyone else's benefit) by playing his violin. He tightened the strings, running his nimble fingers down them, and then brought the bow to them.
He was never as musically talented as some, but he was a fair violinist (and he knew how to play a piano, possibly in more than one sense of the word). Though he was playing, he still heard Klavier approach, still heard the chain rattling at his hip, and smiled to himself, his back to the bars.
A single long note, from the violin, stretched into the air.]
For Klavier - Post-AJ
Tonight, he was amusing himself (and it was always himself- he never did anything for anyone else's benefit) by playing his violin. He tightened the strings, running his nimble fingers down them, and then brought the bow to them.
He was never as musically talented as some, but he was a fair violinist (and he knew how to play a piano, possibly in more than one sense of the word). Though he was playing, he still heard Klavier approach, still heard the chain rattling at his hip, and smiled to himself, his back to the bars.
A single long note, from the violin, stretched into the air.]
Come to visit, have you, dear brother?