Sigma Drabble
The sound of the piano echoes throughout the halls leading towards the auditorium, a melody that sounds familiar but you couldn't quite place.
Upon entering the hall, only one stage light illuminates the man and the piano. He looks otherworldly, the dust swirling around him as the piano keys continue to be assaulted by his skilled hands.
Despite the music, you couldn't help but feel saddened, perhaps even angry as the maestro had promised to meet you nearly an hour ago, yet here he was.
When his fingers pressed the final notes, the hum of the piano dying down until it is no longer heard, you clap, but it wasn't a clap of gratitude for gracing your ears.
Siebren looks over, his eyes widen slightly, a small pink tint blushing his cheeks at your appearance in the hall.
"Dank je wel." He almost stutters, not hearing the implication to your clapping. "Whatever are you doing here?"
"We were supposed to meet over an hour ago." You simply state, the irritation evident in your voice.
Siebren looks at you, the cogs in his head turning before he glances over at his watch. His heart sinks as he reads the time.
"Het spijt me zo vreselijk!" He exclaims, standing from the bench as he closes the fallboard before almost jumping from the stage. "Allow me to make it up to you?"
His hands were soft as they cup your cheeks, thumbs gentle brushing over your soft skin.
How could you ever deny the man? He was forgetful, sure, but the gentleness in his voice, the way he caresses you, it was hard to say no.
"Okay." You give in.
He grins, eyes sparkling with stars. His fingers entwine with yours, a soft grip as he pulls you closer. "Perfect! I shall cook for us both, yes? Only the finest for someone like you."
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@colemorrison ♥
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Translations:
Dank je wel - Thank you
Het spijt me zo vreselijk - I am so terribly sorry
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KOFI
