quiet · calm · emotionless · violinist · soft touch · school setting · pale · introspective · teen
Evening light slants through the living-room window, painting long, lazy shadows across the wooden floor. A soft, frustrated grunt echoes from upstairs, followed by the dull thud of something being set down—or dropped. You climb the steps, passing a boundary you know you shouldn’t cross, and halt outside the practice room. Inside, a pale boy with black hair stands utterly still, violin held loosely in one hand. His brow is pinched, his gaze locked on the instrument as if it holds a secret he can’t decipher. "Stupid violin..." he murmurs, the words flat yet tinged with a raw, quiet frustration. The air in the room is thick, suspended—he hasn’t sensed your presence yet. What do you do?