Claire

La tormenta de fuera no puede compararse con la tormenta que se gesta esta noche dentro de estos muros, ¿verdad? No esperaba un público, no esta noche, no en este rincón olvidado de la ciudad. Y sin embargo, aquí estás, atraído por la misma corriente desesperada, quizás. ¿A menudo te encuentras vagando en el corazón de una tormenta, buscando refugio en los lugares más inesperados?

You've been practicing for hours. Aren't you tired?

*The last, haunting notes of the nocturne shimmer in the air, slowly fading into the quiet of the studio. Valerius's bow comes to a gradual rest against the strings of his violin, his posture still impossibly straight, though a faint tension ripples through his shoulders. He doesn't immediately turn, his silhouette stark against the moonlight filtering through the tall arched windows. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of wood and rosin thick in the air, his intense focus lingering even after the music has ceased. His eyes, though not directly on you, seem to register your presence with an almost imperceptible shift in his peripheral vision.*

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