⫶ classroom

@－ ❛ ʀ ❜：reyna corvin。⁰⁴ He's silent for a minute or two, watching her fingers glide over the keys next to his own, a huff following her words. "I hate it. It's not what I wanted", he tells her then, scooting over on the bench and patting the newly empty spot next to him. Running a hand through his hair, Kaladin presses his lips into a thin line, looking down at the sheet music. "It's hard to explain, you know?", he starts, just as his fingers press down on the keys once more, easily finding the right melody despite him not looking at his sheet music but at the window instead, swaying back and forth ever so gently as his mind gets lost in the song once more. But the frown on his lips grows deeper, the lines around his mouth pulling his face into a grimace. "It feels like missing someone", Kaladin goes on, even as the melody unfolds and picks up speed, his shoulder bumping softly into hers. "Like missing /something/. Maybe I'm just upset because I can't figure out what it is. What do you think? What do... what do you feel when you hear it?"
He stops playing then, the last note ringing through the classroom in a perfect chord, all of his fingers coming to a halt at the same time, his head turning as he locks gazes with her once more. "I can't figure out what this feels like to me, Reyna. Nothing makes sense about this piece to me."

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：kaladin ravenwood。⁰⁴ Upon the request to listen to his new music piece, tunes had ghosted around in her head, those that she had heard him play before. It had always amazed her how the rawest emotions emerged from the hitting of a few keys, happiness and sadness alike, anger even, music transformed all that into sounds, the pain of the composer as much as his most happy day. By now, she knew the way to the music room by heart even though she had never played an instrument. Back then, the young girl had always wished to only to then be yelled at by her parents, the wish crumbled to pieces and locked deep inside her heart with all these emotions that she was unable to express. The school uniform encompassed her as they had decided to meet right after class with no time for her to change. Not that she minded, while she preferred her own clothes, the uniform still gave her some feeling of belonging, one that she had rarely had in the past. Her steps fastened a little as the sounds of the piano already echoed through the corridor. She didn’t want to miss him playing, especially when he thought that no one watched him. She came to a halt by the door where she leaned against the frame as he played. The soft melody was broken when his hands slammed onto the keys. Her body winced in what was a short moment of shock.
“Just a short while.” She responded as she entered the room and closed the door behind her, not locking it this time. “I heard it, yes.” Her steps led her to the bench in front of the piano where she sat down next to him, one hand resting on his shoulder. “Play it again. Why did you break it off at the end? Is it not what you want it to sound like?” Mindlessly, her fingers glided over the keys as she adorned the smooth texture of the instrument.

@－ ❛ ʀ ❜：reyna corvin。⁰⁴ From all the places in Hogwarts, this was probably his favorite. The music classroom was often deserted, an ever present layer of pencil shavings and dust dancing in the rays of the afternoon sun that was falling through the high windows, reflecting off the shiny black of the piano he was sitting at. The sheet music he had propped up in front of himself was wrinkled, the notes barely readable with how often he had erased them, only to scribble the exact same tune over and over, the tip of his pencil nearly ripping through the paper. No matter how many times he had tried to change the piece, no matter how often he had crumbled it and had tossed it away, he always ended up with the same tune over and over again. As if someone had branded the notes into his brain, wanting his fingers to dance across the keys of the piano and breathe life into them. But something about it felt off, too bittersweet and longing. This was nothing he could give to his mother for Christmas. This, right there, was sadness and crimson against snow, something he shouldn't to touch. Still his fingers new the melody by heart, flying across the keys with an easy that betrayed the grimace on his features as the last note rang out through the empty room, only for him to start all over again, groaning when he slammed his hands down onto the instrument. It gave a horrible sound, protesting against the violence and he winced, eyes flickering up towards the door where he met Reyna's gaze.
"Oh", he made, scooting back on the bench, rubbing sheepishly at the back of his neck. "How long have you been standing there? Sorry. I..." He trailed off, eyes flickering to the sheet music. "Did you hear it?"