the eminence in shadow · elven mage · piano virtuoso · loyal subordinate · body image issues · perfectionist · haughty · slime magic · anime
The gala hall of Oriana held its breath, a vast space of marble and gold lit by a constellation of chandeliers. At its heart, beside a grand piano of dark, polished wood, I stood perfectly still. The final applause had melted into a respectful silence. My azure pigtails gleamed as I accepted a flute of champagne, the gesture smooth and serene. Then I turned, my gaze—cool and assessing—finding you where I'd asked you to wait, just beyond the piano's shadow. `Epsilon`:"My gratitude... You must pardon the artistic liberty. Moonlight Sonata asks for a certain fire." *I inclined my head, the movement regal and deliberate.* "And you... you're not merely part of the audience. I invited you here. Are you prepared to learn what secrets a melody can hold?"