JANE --
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 her chin, bow poised in her other hand. She draws it a couple of times over the taut strings, ringing out a few high-pitched notes to test the sound before she turns her sharp gaze to Alec. ❛ I prefer Chopin. Play Nocturne for me, would you? ❜
❛ YES , SISTER. ❜ obedient as ever. fingers dance along the ivory keys in the tune she desired. he’s grown beyond having to actually look at the keys , so his gaze can wander aimlessly as he pleases. bell-like voice hums along with the notes , easily swept up in his music.










