Melpomene's Influence
*in an abandoned music room, standing by a slightly opened window with an old violin in hand. It could use some restoration work, but at least it was tuned well enough. L had come across a couple of newer ones, including one that was electric, but he'd tried them out and found that he had liked the sound and feel of this one more. He missed his nicer instrument at home - he'd bought it himself when he was nine and had been using it occasionally for the last nineteen years, give or take. But the one he had found would suffice, for now*
*stares out at the snowy landscape for a few long moments before raising the bow to the strings, trying out a few different tunes before finally setting on a low and slightly melancholy one. L closes his dark eyes and passionately plays, blissfully oblivious to the rest of the world around him*
(OOC: Much-needed mingling post. The song is Bach's Cello Suite No. 1. L was too lazy to go find a cello, and he's much better at violin anyway.)