A pale hand was pulling the bow, the tightly wrapped horsehair making the two of the strings emit higher pitches than they was supposed to. Fingers delicately turned the D peg and the E peg… and tried again. The bow drew across the strings now slowly, like a haunting mix of four base notes stringing together for the beginning of an unknown song.
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Great fic ^^
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his index finger on the G string
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I wonder whose G string it was....
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And wwwwwoooowww... *shakes head sadly* You've been far too corrupted XD Suits ya well
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