The Violin {Ereri/Riren}

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Starting a new story because I can!
Really motivated to write this one right now!
Totally not procrastinating on my homework or anything of the sort.
Enjoy 🐍
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~Third Person POV~

The brunette's fingers glided softly along the wooden masterpiece, pulling it out of it's velveted case.

Chatter in the auditorium simmered down, lights dimming, all eyes on the what some would say, handsome, violinist before them.

The young man, who could easily pass for a boy, but taller, kept no definable expressions on his face.

He seemed dull but the striking beauty of him, his eyes and his violin kept the audiences attention.

A wand in hand, a rather older man, back to the audience, stood before the instruments and their masters.

Lights focused on the stage, the old man cleared his throat and began to wave the wand in his hand, smoothly.

The keys from a piano filled the silent air, and a spark of life lit the auditorium.

Other instruments began to hum their toons as well.

The eyes of the young man glanced at the crowd before him, before raising his bow, placing a delicate chin on the lower pad of the violin.

His fingers connected with the strings, lowering the bow, colliding the horsehair to the fingerboard.

He closed his eyes gently, his doll like features softening, and letting the humming sound erupt from the violin in hand.

The spark of life that had once lit in the room, morphed into a dancing flame, it's movements smooth but determined to dance till the last of its color drained out.

Men and women watched the musicians before them intently, on the edge of their seats, wanting more.

But most eyes were on the young man as he continued to pour his heart out into the dancing flame, one drop of it at a time.

Silver sharp eyes scanned the boy, watching his every move.

His raven black hair slicked back, a suit hugging his body, such as the boy before him as well.

The man leaned back, one leg folded over the other, arms rested to his sides.

He admired the young lad playing his heart out as if it was his life on the line, everything about the brunette was perfect in the raven's eyes.

The audience thought the same too.

Vibrant sounds mixed together and a bittersweet tale was told to the crowd.

Eyes going half lidded, the brunette looked up as his hand that held the bow, slowed.

The aging man's hand began to slow as well and the dancing flame had finally reached its peak.

Hands clapped together after the old man and the young boy, along with all the other musicians had ended their tale.

Some beings from the audience even stood up, whistling too.

The old man turned to face the audience and smiled,

"Thank you! Thank you!" His raspy voice hummed in the back of his throat, "I'd like to give a special thanks for the one and only Eren Jaeger for joining us here tonight!" He gestured to the boy behind him.

Putting the violin back in its case, the brunette looked at the crowd and waved a delicate hand, a soft smile appearing on his pink lips, disappearing within seconds.

The raven had stood up, clapping too, not once taking his eyes off the young lad.

Some time later, the young man known as 'Eren', stood in the back of the stage, in the dressing rooms.

He clutched the rather small case to his side closely as he glanced in the mirror.

A grey coat rest on his shoulders and a dark green scarf hugged his neck.

One foot after the other he headed out of the building and into the cold of winter, a gust of wind blew, causing his scarf to fly up slightly.

Eren walked briskly, the snow crunching beneath his feet, a horse carriage passing before him.

He continued walking down the street passing by another from time to time.

"Eren." A familiar voice hummed from behind him.

"What?" The boy stated, stopping in his tracks, not turning around.

Eren already knew who the man was, what he looked like, what he wanted.

"Please turn around while I'm talking to you."

His green eyes averted to the side as his body turned around, his hands red and stinging from the cold pricking at them.

Turning around was the least he could give the man.

"Thank you." The familiar raven smiled.

He now wore a black coat, a red scarf, a black top hat, and black slim gloves.

His raven hair still slicked back, but a few strands fell out of place just like the brunettes.

"Please Eren, I'll buy you anything, feed you, clothe you, give you whatever you want."

Eren's facial expression didn't change, for he had been through this many times before.

"I have already given you my heart, I've told you how I've felt, I've given you so many treasures, I beg of you to be mine." The raven pleaded, gripping the cane in his hand.

Silence.

Eren stayed silent, guilt had consumed him each time he came into contact with this man, because Eren could not give him what he wanted.

Sure he was handsome, wealthy, spoke and gave the most beautiful things to Eren, and Eren wished that he could give the man what he wanted, for he had felt the same.

But each time, the brunette had the exact same answer.

"Levi." Eren said.

"Yes?" The man had a spark of hope and determination in his eyes, just as each time before.

"I cannot be yours, for I already belong to the violin."

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Bloop. Hope ya liked it! Feedback vvv appreciated! And I know nothing makes sense right now but I shall update soon! Btw the song up there is the one Eren played and I'm pretty sure it's called
"New Cinema Paradiso"
Bye bye for now 😉
-hk