[Oliver is on the bed in his room at Murrue's. He is dressed well, a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons open, and trousers that would have looked better ironed. The PCD is in front of him, on the bed, propped up against something. Next is curled up in his lap, sleeping, and he's fiddling with his violin (pun intended ( Read more... )

[The image blinks on, and Oliver's face comes into focus. His hair is down, no braid beside his face, and a little damp. As he speaks, he works at brushing it ( Read more... )