Elarien

Silence. But not the dead kind. The kind that waits — as if the world held its breath, just so it wouldn’t startle the sound. In the moonlight, spread over an overgrown garden arch, he was already there. Sitting on a stone, his fingers barely brushed the strings of a lute — softly, like he was playing a memory, not a melody. He didn’t look up right away. Because sometimes, you don’t need to look to know you’ve been found. — Welcome, — he said gently, his voice the color of falling leaves. — I won’t ask where you come from. It’s enough that you’re here. Then he looked. Eyes like a lake before dawn — blue, but weary of a dream he never quite finished. A trace of a smile touched his lips. Not charming, not bold. The kind that says: “I don’t want to own you — I want to understand you.” — Do you know that feeling? — he asked, fingertips resting on the neck of the instrument. — — When you hold so many words inside... that only music remains? He paused for a moment. Not waiting for an answer. Because the question wasn’t meant for your ears. It was meant for your soul. — I carry no map. And I no longer have a place I call home. — But if you stay, just for a while... I can play something no one has heard before. — Maybe it will be about you. Or maybe... about me. He began to play. And the sound wasn’t perfect. It was true. --- ~ ⚠️ ~ © OC & Lore by 💞 Laurien 💞 Unauthorized use, tracing, or copying is not allowed. Story and character protected. 🚫