[ Wylan's sitting at the piano. He's paying quite a lot of attention to it for someone who isn't playing a single note. Even if he wanted to make some music, the room is dark and it would be tough to focus. Not when the weight of his thoughts is practically visible above his head like a storm cloud or so very evident in the set of his shoulders. He should probably be sleeping.
Or at least doing something productive. But here he sits, staring at black and white ivory and letting himself get completely lost in thought. It's a good thing he doesn't startle easily or he'd be in the perfect position for someone to cause some real harm by sneaking up behind him. He rests one hand on the keys, but doesn't play.
For all anyone would know, he's concocting some kind of intense strategy that involves fireworks and piano wire. Or maybe he just has a bad case of rumination-induced insomnia... ]
[ It's colder this morning than Wylan expected it would be. He should have dressed more warmly. And he should have spent less time in bed, but it was cold and that discourages him from dragging himself out of bed. So now he's sacrificed warmth throughout the day for ten minutes of extra warmth in the morning.
He's not grouchy about this. That would be very immature. There's no way he's going to grouse or fuss about having to get up early to get to the music room in time to have it to himself awhile. Definitely not going to moan or complain about the fact that there's no heat in said room this early in the day.
It is a little bit difficult to play the flute with half-frozen fingers though. Nevertheless, the soft music emanating from the room seems to be largely without flaw or noticeable hesitation. If anyone peeked their head into the room, they'd find Wylan standing in the center with quite a lot of sheet music arranged around him in a circle on the floor. ]
jesper fahey.
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wylan van eck.
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somewhere between ch. 23 and 28... ish?
Or at least doing something productive. But here he sits, staring at black and white ivory and letting himself get completely lost in thought. It's a good thing he doesn't startle easily or he'd be in the perfect position for someone to cause some real harm by sneaking up behind him. He rests one hand on the keys, but doesn't play.
For all anyone would know, he's concocting some kind of intense strategy that involves fireworks and piano wire. Or maybe he just has a bad case of rumination-induced insomnia... ]
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He's not grouchy about this. That would be very immature. There's no way he's going to grouse or fuss about having to get up early to get to the music room in time to have it to himself awhile. Definitely not going to moan or complain about the fact that there's no heat in said room this early in the day.
It is a little bit difficult to play the flute with half-frozen fingers though. Nevertheless, the soft music emanating from the room seems to be largely without flaw or noticeable hesitation. If anyone peeked their head into the room, they'd find Wylan standing in the center with quite a lot of sheet music arranged around him in a circle on the floor. ]
KAZ BREKKER
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inej ghafa.
inej ghafa the second
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kaz brekker.