#zyren hendrix

Zyren was playing.

He had finally unpacked his violin. He missed his drums, something he couldn't bring with him, but he had his violin.

He hadn't really planned to play, but a few warm ups with the instruments and he felt himself fall into it.

Playing was relaxing, his focus on the strings and the bow in his hand, everything else faded as he moved his hands and fingers purposefully.

Soon he was in a trance, forgetting his surroundings as he felt his fingers against the strings, the other hand holding the bow and the music in his ears.

It was a gentle reminder. A sense of home when he was so far from it.

The music was all he was fixed on. So much so that he didn't notice you approach.

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