video.
[ the video flickers on to a view of a worn piano and a boy in profile. obviously, the nv has been placed carelessly on the bench beside the figure-- which resolves itself to be leo as he lifts long-fingered hands to the keys. he touches them once, careful, almost reverent-- after a long, still moment, he moves again, trying a few scales.
finally, he begins to play, small shoulders hunching faintly, face obscured beneath the fall of his dark hair. it's a beautiful song, obviously written out of love-- but as the moments pass, his motions become steadily more erratic, violent. the music changes, then, becoming darker and more discordant, until it no longer resembles the song of before, until his hands are fairly flying across the keyboard, slamming down on the keys, his whole body thrown into the act of playing--
but then he shrieks, and the music stops with a hideous sound as his hands bang down. he shoots to his feet so quickly, so furiously, that the bench topples over and the nv falls with it-- a moment later, and a hand is snatching it up, throwing it viciously against the wall.
the video ends. ]
[ later, in text: ] My apologies.
finally, he begins to play, small shoulders hunching faintly, face obscured beneath the fall of his dark hair. it's a beautiful song, obviously written out of love-- but as the moments pass, his motions become steadily more erratic, violent. the music changes, then, becoming darker and more discordant, until it no longer resembles the song of before, until his hands are fairly flying across the keyboard, slamming down on the keys, his whole body thrown into the act of playing--
but then he shrieks, and the music stops with a hideous sound as his hands bang down. he shoots to his feet so quickly, so furiously, that the bench topples over and the nv falls with it-- a moment later, and a hand is snatching it up, throwing it viciously against the wall.
the video ends. ]
[ later, in text: ] My apologies.