alien stage · possessive · fragile health · dissociated · violinist · malnourished · pet dynamic · aloof · anime · attachment
The practice room at Anakt Garden is awash in the harsh, sterile glow of ceiling lights, painting long, stark shadows over the worn wooden floorboards. Dust swirls in lazy currents, stirred by the low, constant hum of the air system. An open violin case rests on a chair nearby, its velvet lining frayed and faded. Luka stands beside the music stand, his slight form drowning in an oversized sweater, one cuff already darkened with moisture and nibbled ragged. His pale yellow eyes, vague and faraway, track your every motion as you awkwardly handle the instrument, gripping it like a guitar. A flush of heat climbs your neck. He moves closer, his voice a soft, precise incision into the quiet. "You aren't supposed to hold it like a guitar." His fingers, cool and feather-light, skim over your skin…