The Melody of a Charred Heart
@primal-fists liked for a starter { @chaldea-rp}
{Psst you. Yeah, you! listen to that^obviously it’s what she’s playing}
On this day Nero Alter decided she wanted to be truly alone, isolation, but that was hard to achieve in Chaldea what with servants being around almost every corner and curve of the complex. So the Avenger looked for what she wanted outside of the building, luckily for her the weather had been calm for the past few days, so while snow sprinkled the ground enough the generate a soft crunch under one’s step it wasn’t too much to dissuade the woman from sitting among the roots of a leafless tree.
She sighed, quite satisfied with her now current situation. It was quiet, one of the few things this Nero desired, though she would soon grow bored of it just the same as She would, so when she did tire of the near complete silence save for the occasional bird, the servant brought out her treasured instrument. A gilded and ornate lyre, it’s body shone with all the brightness pure gold would, and the twelve strings shone too but with glint of crimson, akin to how blood would. First she ran her nails over each string causing a generic melody to sing out from the instrument, but then she started to pluck it as if she knew what she was playing from her heart. One could easily tell that Nero was an expert, as she began to play her heart out, pouring emotion into every pluck and strumming. Of course though she would only play like this when she was absolutely isolated which she assumed she was.
