aristocraxtic:

♮At first, Roderich was unaware that the boy had been watching him. But eventually he heard confused footsteps, pausing in their lost way briefly to hear the music. The man could do nothing but continue his sonata as young eyes watched. 

♮’It’s been so long, I can’t quite
    REMEMBER. Though, aren’t you
    supposed to be in a class?’ 

   there’s a piano back home, sure, but no one in his family
   could lace together a flawless piece the way the man had.
   he emits this air of professionalism, even comfort, when
   he’s with his piano, sam notices; obviously, a pianist.

   the mention of his whereabouts reels out a shrug from
   sam, “yeah, but .. i dunno, my parents’d be fine with me
   missing the first few periods of school–” a blatant lie, &
   IT SHOWS. “a-actually, no they wouldn’t. i just don’t
   feel ready for another day of it,” his voice trails off,
   returning to the subject of the piano. “what song is that?
   maybe you could play the piano at our house sometime.
   we don’t use it that often.”