yet he was intrepid;

"I was born with veins too small To hold the current at which My heart beats." Caleb Perthshire, hufflepuff.

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❝ Innocence died screaming. ❞ @luweesley

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Romantic souls are prone to complex emotions, though they soon grow accustomed to dissecting and dominating them, rather than falling prey to their whimsies and mercy. There was a sadness in the air due to the looming memorial service that evening, but it was still and silent in the room that held Caleb Perthshire and a transfigured piano. Caleb noted that the piano keys were cold to the touch as he danced his fingers across them. He wasn’t quite sure why he had expected anything but the chill and gave a small shrug in response. He slowly immersed himself and felt a transition to a lonely waltz flowing through his fingertips — complex and melancholy.  He was taught many useless talents growing up, but took to the piano like a duckling to water. It was another thing that held his heart and attention, something that he could pour his whole being into. He had done just that until he heard distant footfalls but kept plunking out precious melodies. Caleb was nudged back towards reality when the footsteps entered the room and eventually lifted his head to take a quick glimpse of the visitor. With pursed lips, he slid down on the piano bench to make room should the guest choose to sit, glancing back at them once more with a quirked brow.