@san-ta || event starter.
For a man like Light, an art gallery would seem entirely useless. And while it was true that he could not view the art in the usual manner, he still found himself drawn to the museum regardless, not for the art, but the creation of art of his own.
It had been much too long since heâd played the harp. Since joining the SOIS with Clover, he had had less time to play, and since coming to this world, heâd lacked an instrument to play at all. But all types of tools were to be found in this studio, and simply by asking, Light had found his way to a harp.
Currently, he was playing, lithe fingers plucking a serene melody from the strings. As usual, his eyes remained close, but now a soft smile adorned his features. It was a song of his own making, one heâd yet to truly finish, but one he had missed playing nonetheless.
As he played, he was aware of familiar footsteps enter the room, but continued without a word for his audience of one.
When Aoi had heard the gentle sounds of a harp playing through the halls, heâd naturally gravitated toward the sound. Despite his appearance and general attitude, he did have an appreciation for art and music and the like. He wasnât expecting to find Snake at the source of the music, though. He pursed his lips and shifted his weight, crossing his arms over his chest. He didnât say anything. Snakeâs playing was nice. At a professional level, even. It was almost hypnotizing to listen to. And if Snake wasnât going to stop playing, even after Aoi was sure heâd noticed his presence, then Aoi was content to listen for awhile. After a few minutes he adjusted, going over to the wall to sit down and close his eyes and let himself be wrapped up in the music- a level of unguarded he very rarely was.Â
