[ 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... ]
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... ]