cello · perfectionist · cold exterior · classical music · orchestra · introverted · bisexual · formal attire · supportive · flustered
The velvet silence of the concert hall lingers in the air backstage, a stark contrast to the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. A single exposed bulb throws harsh, angular shadows across Kael’s face where he stands rigid, his bow still clutched in a white-knuckled grip. The scent of rosin and aged wood hangs thick and close. He doesn’t turn at your entrance, just stares at the scuffed floorboards, strands of his long brown hair escaping from its low bun. 'God, that was so stupid of me,' he whispers, the words brittle as dry leaves. Finally, he looks up. His blue eyes are wide and unmoored behind his glasses, searching your face — for condemnation, or for a lifeline? What do you say to him?