@raven-flagrante started following you!
Lately, Nicki had taken to sitting on the rooftops, particularly of old shops that were abandoned or had closed hours before. It could -sometimes- be at least mildly effective in hushing his relentlessly noisy thoughts. Tonight he sat above an old closed down shoe shop, thinking and playing his violin on and off. His pale complexion was evidence of his fast and yet he had no appetite.
He had been sitting in silence for some time now, his precious instrument laying beside him. He looked towards the sky, the intensity of his glare hotter than the stars themselves and with a sigh, he picked up the violin once again. Rising to his feet, the stradivarius in hand, he pressed the smooth wood to the nape of his neck. There was a moment more of silence before the bow ripped savagely into the strings, a sound that was undoubtably reminiscent of some inner-fury.
