rodstrange:
There were some activities that Rodolphus relished in. Never mind how he’d tried his hand at casual torture and found he’d had quite an affinity for it. Pay no matter to how he’d gone relatively unchecked in Dueling club, where the prestige of his elitist raising proved him to be rather distinguished in his craft. Those were trivial things. What mattered to him in the moments he was allowed to call his own, were the pastimes he chose for himself. Rodolphus’ fingers glided skillfully over the ivory keys of the Baby Grand in the music room. The perfectly rounded corners and the domed shape of the ceiling meant there were no folds for any careless mistakes to hide in. The sound of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata rang out, like melodic thunder against the stark silence that would otherwise surround him. The song was equal parts inspiring and harrowing, a tragedy in the long run. It reminded him of himself in many ways, but he’d never stoop so low as to tell another soul. Given the opportunity, he could sit and play for hours. “You can come out.” He spoke up suddenly, his deep voice able to carry over the tune of the piano quite easily, “I heard you come in. There’s no use in hiding.” He continued to play.
Violin and bow in hand, Jackson was disappointed to see, or rather hear, another person in the music room. It’s not that they were secretive about their passion, they were proud of the skill they had gained through heavy amounts of practicing and getting irritated. But, when they wanted their alone time, to play as they wished, they were irked when it was interfered with.
It wasn’t like Jackson was actually hiding. They had already stepped into the room, but were standing silent, trying to decide whether they actually wanted to stay or not. Not that they had a problem with Rodolphus, it was just whether human interaction was something they even wanted to do at the moment.
But, they were stubborn and being accused of hiding irritated Jackson. So, they stepped out with a roll of their eyes, “I wasn’t hiding, just deciding.” By Avery’s side, their violin still rested in hand.
