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Rating: Teen
DISCLAIMER: I don't think this will EVER HAPPEN on the show. (I will be EXTREMELY surprised if it happens.)
Summary: ...Continued fluff in 221B. (Setup mainly complete.)
Also, this is as far as I've gotten in writing this story.
She woke at four in the morning. Not sure why fully awake, possible got all sleep required. Sleep, especially one filled with a madman and a fall, is hardly useful anyway. Boring.
She padded downstairs in bare feet, currently wearing shorts and a sports bra and a silk indigo dressing gown that she'd found rumpled on the floor. The flat looked different, somehow, magical in the moonlight.
Unimportant. Stupid. Sentiment. Erase.
Her grey eyes, bright in the dark like a cat's, swept the apartment. Odd assortment of things, results of collection over a number of years, interesting for some reason. The cow's skull wearing headphones, for example. The yellow smile of paint and bullets on the wall. She faced that with a certain amusement and satisfaction. Wallpaper boring, annoying. It had it coming.
Still, nothing to do, bored bored bored, also useless, aggravating, driving me insane...
No, stop, wait. Rewind. Something of interest. Something important. Think.
Ahh. Violin. Interesting.
She stepped forward, picking it up almost reverently.
Old. Good condition. Not a Stradivarius, certainly, but rather fine all the same. Some nicks and scrapes, but altogether well-cared for. But-ahh. That scratch was almost certainly made intentionally. Thrown across the room, perhaps, or, yes, more likely, banged against a table-yes, right height for mark-in a fit of fury. Languishing somewhat; hasn't been used, put away, tuned in a long time. At least six months. Some dust, but not as much as would expect-possibly moved. No, probably. The man-John? Yes. Sentiment. Remembering a friend.
She picked up the bow and tucked the violin against her chin, then began to play. A satisfaction, that of a well-filled and comfortable cat, but also another important detail, something else to add to The List.
'Knows how to play violin', and also 'Sentiment'. Does not bother. Unusual. So music is important-understanding others, definitely, but in quieting one's own soul. As long as sentiment and emotion does not interfere, well controlled, fine.
She played late into the night, closing her eyes and losing herself in the notes and rhythms, wrapping her in a cloak of security. Nothing could touch her now, not at this moment at any rate.
