[Yami no Matsuei] (PG)
May. 20th, 2014 02:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for < lj user="fuda_100">'s "talent". Featuring Hijiri Minase.
He could play well enough with any violin in his hands. But this felt different: this instrument felt like an extension of his arm, his hands, his very soul, as if somehow, by some strange force, it had fused to his heart and soul, becoming a channel for the music that flowed off the page before him, into his mind, into his heart, back out through his fingers and the thrumming strings beneath them.
He felt as though something dwelling in the violin, in the music that he played, had poured into him, using his very soul as a channel...
He could play well enough with any violin in his hands. But this felt different: this instrument felt like an extension of his arm, his hands, his very soul, as if somehow, by some strange force, it had fused to his heart and soul, becoming a channel for the music that flowed off the page before him, into his mind, into his heart, back out through his fingers and the thrumming strings beneath them.
He felt as though something dwelling in the violin, in the music that he played, had poured into him, using his very soul as a channel...
