When (name) had perked her ears to the sweet sounding lulling of a violin playing, she shrugged it off and assumed it was Rodrick practising as usual. Returning to her book, she didn’t notice that the soft brushes took on a dangerous, darker pace. After a few moments, she lifted her head up again, eyebrows furrowed. It sounded almost desperate.
Placing a bookmark on the page and setting it aside, the (h/c)ette slid off of the windowsill she had been using as her perch and walked towards the large mansion-type house’s stairs. The savage moans of the violin had once more been replaced, this time by a face-paced rhythm. She could almost see in her mind’s eye- the brunette, his face set, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed, a few beads of sweat collecting upon his brow as he worked through the tougher notes. Edging almost cautiously she walked down the steps, enraptured by the sound.
When she neared the large wooden doors