@believedinjericho said: 🎹
Send in “🎹” to watch my muse playing the piano. // Accepting
Sometimes, a moment of reprise was needed, to spend time by himself to collect his thoughts and try to figure things out. Everything was a mess, a whole people trying to work through things and make their way all the while making a statement. One Markus was yet to decide on. They could take a violent path or they could take a peaceful path, North had one opinion, Josh had another, both where clear in their views. Both were good counsel. But it also helped to have someone who was just there, someone to talk with and try to work out which way to go, someone who’s path hadn’t been decided on yet, almost neutral. That position fell to Simon and Markus was happy to seek him out when he had conflicting thoughts about what they where doing, but right now he preferred to be alone.
Outside of Jericho in a nearby building where he could overlook both the ship and the city was where Markus held himself to his own counsel, the room he had claimed, where he was holding himself up in for some time alone was almost empty, it had a shattered mirror shard on the floor and a piano pushed up near to a decaying wall, it wasn’t much but Markus had claimed it.
Sitting himself at the piano and letting his fingers move over the keys, the sounds of the hammers hitting down bring a sense of calm and longing, he used to play the piano back when he lived with Carl, when the sheet was still pulled over his eyes. But the sound of the piano never failed to make him lighter, calming the raging thoughts that threatened to pull him one way or another.
He hears footsteps on the creaky staircase, only briefly looking up, a soft smile gracing his lips as he sees Simon, not a comment comes from him as he turns his gaze back to the aged and withered piano, intent on finishing the song. Only those in his inner circle knew of his get away. Perhaps Simon had noticed his absence. He hadn’t been expecting company, but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.