Aug 15, 2014
Threnody (Lynn + Akito)
There are many things Lynn is thankful for in this situation. Food, for instance. Her belongings, as her unworn clothes still smell of home and her family photo keeps her grounded. The piano as well. Pianos are a well-beloved constant. There was a piano back home. A piano at the hospital. And there is a piano here.
She sits and plays a lament. That's all she can do, after all.
She hears a footstep, and her breath catches in her throat. She stops playing and swivels to face the one who has intruded on her time self-expression, then breathes a sigh of relief, a small smile relaxing onto her face.
Maestro.
