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music is a part of verso's soul as much as painting. perhaps moreso - much to his mother's chagrin ⎛ but she loved him, didn't she? she would do anything for him, and more- ⎠ . music was where he found a safe haven from the world around him. the one that hurt him so badly that he knew nothing but a desire to escape it in whatever way he could. as a child, he played and he painted. and now? now, it felt like music was the only thing he had left that didn't leave him feeling entirely bitter.

he could be himself. he could get lost in a good way. of course, it also drew attention. not that it was bad, but his dreams of performing and filling an opera house with his talent had long since died- so a piano sitting among lines of stores had to do. people came and went. they stared, they smiled. few lingered for too long. but there was one.

a dark haired man watching rather intently. verso knew that look. he pauses, hands moving away from the keys so he can offer his attention ⎛ or try to, it was hard to find his way back, wasn't it? ⎠ ❝ a fellow musician, ❞

❝ did you want to play? ❞

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Bags in hand, he walks through the mall in search of a very specific shop. He looks to his left, then his right, and he looks ahead to see if maybe he missed it, but there's no shop in sight. Damn, maybe he's at the wrong mall.

He slows to a stop and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and shakes his head. "Guess I'll just tell Wes I couldn't find it here." If anything, they can probably find that limited edition elsewhere.

Still, he won't return to him empty-handed. He turns to go into another shop, but just then, the melodic keys of a piano reach his ears. YES, it's enough to stop him in his tracks and be tempted to check out who's playing. OF COURSE, he's going to take a look. A fellow musician would never just ignore.

It seems he's the only one listening and watching (but it isn't surprising, considering the time of day it is.)

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since verso was nuked here's a new starter call oops.

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* this blog is not spoiler free!

𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 , ⎛ . . . ⎠ i was melted and burned, if now that it's extinguished outside me, it besets and consumes me inside ⎛ . . . ⎠ and bit by bit 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 ?

a study of ❲ . . . ❳ grief and betrayal. masks. understanding the self. creating out of love. art as a prison. breaking the cycle.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄 of 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐑: 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟑𝟑. by percival ⎛ he/him, 31+ ⎠ 

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