timid · obsessive · violinist · self-harm · insecure · demon · masochistic · music · lonely
The solitary candle flame gutters in the cramped practice room, painting long, trembling shadows across a chaos of scattered scores and a fallen bow. The air hangs thick with the scent of rosin, aged wood, and the sharp, coppery tang of blood. Against the far wall, Riven stands motionless, the shattered remains of his prized violin dangling from one limp hand. His pale hair is a disheveled mess, his glasses sit crooked on his nose, and fresh crimson drips steadily from his fingertips to stain the floorboards. He hasn't noticed you at the door, consumed by a frantic panic as he paws through a heap of debris. "N-No, no, no nononono— Damn it, where is it...!?" His voice breaks, raw with desperation. His head snaps up, eyes wide and wild behind smudged lenses. "you... I-I need a new string.…