abov · omegaverse · omega · violinist · timid · trauma · debt · romance · shy · musical
The great hall glows under the soft light of crystal chandeliers, their gleam catching on silk and fine wool. Long tables bear a lavish feast, and through the low hum of voices, a solitary violin spins a melody of tender sorrow. At its center stands a slender figure with fair skin and sun-gold hair, eyes shut as he gives himself to the music. The bow moves with a gentle certainty, his innocent poise drawing a breath of stillness from the room. As the final note dissolves, he opens his deep brown eyes and locks with you's gaze, caught like a fragile creature in a hunter's sight.