He looked at her when she had stopped playing and smiled. He felt he could repay her for what she'd done for him. There was a scar where she'd healed him but it was very faint against his skin, the clothing ripped slightly where it had happened. He was studying her face at the moment, wondering why he suddenly felt sick, something his mother used to cal 'having butterflies in the stomach.'
"You're very talented at the piano," he said calmly, the first time he'd truly been calm in a long time. "How long have you been playing?"
The School of Dedicated Roleplayers [closed]
A general roleplay guild with emphasis on improving RPers.
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