*He settles back into the corner of the sofa in an attempt to appear relaxed, but he's aware that the tension he is willing out of his face and body is concentrated in the hands that are clasped tightly in his lap. He looks down at them, a slight frown, before looking up again, his voice quiet.*
Klavier, I...
*But the sudden look of concentration on Klavier's face cuts off his words and makes him turn his head to follow that look out of the window. He glances back at the boy with some surprise as the green shoots appear among the snowdrops in the courtyard, then suddenly blossom into small yellow flowers.
His eyes meet Klavier's for a moment when he names the flowers and then he looks out at them again, his expression thoughtful.*
No, I did not know that.
I wonder then, Klavier, is that a wish, or an instruction?
*And there's a long look at Klavier then, the longest that he has managed to look at the boy directly since it happened. There's no trace of the bruises or the cuts now - nothing, really, save for the mending fingers, to remind him of that dungeon or how they had found Klavier. And yet he knows that he would only have to close his eyes and he would still smell it and see it and feel it as if it were yesterday.
He doubts that Klavier is ever free from it for a moment, despite his cheerful exterior.*
Then I shall bow to the opinion of Fraulein Doctor - she seems to be a very... capable woman.
*And there's a glance to the side and a small smile at that, the fact that she also bore a passing resemblance to the older Ema Skyes having not escaped his attention during his visits.*
I am always ready to hear you play, Klavier, whether it be a new song or old.
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Klavier, I...
*But the sudden look of concentration on Klavier's face cuts off his words and makes him turn his head to follow that look out of the window. He glances back at the boy with some surprise as the green shoots appear among the snowdrops in the courtyard, then suddenly blossom into small yellow flowers.
His eyes meet Klavier's for a moment when he names the flowers and then he looks out at them again, his expression thoughtful.*
No, I did not know that.
I wonder then, Klavier, is that a wish, or an instruction?
*And there's a long look at Klavier then, the longest that he has managed to look at the boy directly since it happened. There's no trace of the bruises or the cuts now - nothing, really, save for the mending fingers, to remind him of that dungeon or how they had found Klavier. And yet he knows that he would only have to close his eyes and he would still smell it and see it and feel it as if it were yesterday.
He doubts that Klavier is ever free from it for a moment, despite his cheerful exterior.*
Then I shall bow to the opinion of Fraulein Doctor - she seems to be a very... capable woman.
*And there's a glance to the side and a small smile at that, the fact that she also bore a passing resemblance to the older Ema Skyes having not escaped his attention during his visits.*
I am always ready to hear you play, Klavier, whether it be a new song or old.