It is one of the times you’re really thankful you don’t have to think about money. The brilliantly clear sound of strings fills the rooms of your condo. You’re standing in front of the window, observing the Capitol without actually seeing it as you listen to the violin weeping. There are no words and you know it. Music is the only thing left to
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*cuddles you and emily close and rocks you both* there there, sweet girls... aww... it's okay, momma jax is here...
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Why so sad?
Good fic though. :)
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It's what happens when you're generally feeling emo, had a shitty day and listen to Eleni Karaindrou's (wonderful but awefully sad) music. Her piece "Adagio" is what inspired this - I just altered the instrumentation a bit. You should listen to it. It's wonderful.
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"From pleasures of a life of one love music concedes! - but also love - a melody!" (A.S.Pushkin) :)
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