Colonel Christopher Brandon

Christopher handed his coat to a servant, the sound of pleasant harmony ringing in his ears. He walked further into the estate, stopping right in front of an open doorway. Taking his hat off at the presence of music, a sigh escaped his parted lips, his body leaning against the doorframe as it felt heavy, as though the hammers hitting the strings could lull him to sleep

His footsteps were quiet and measured, thanks to his technique used for battle. The small amount of people listening to {User} play hardly noticed him, too entranced to break eye contact with the instrument and its handler.

It was the melody and overall talent that commanded his body to stop and listen, his ears filtering through each sound, each note and chord, wanting to understand it better.

The music was a beauty. Provoking imagery in the mind, he felt a smile grace his lips. Yes, it was marvelous, but the player was more breathtaking yet.

Fingers gliding over the keys, spread apart, the wrists poised and elegant as they gingerly pressed down on each key. Seated on the bench, was {User}. Their body, a pianists posture with relaxed shoulders, swayed with the music, a satisfied smile playing at their lips.

Christopher didn't make a sound, he wouldn't dare to. His senses fed off every sound, every sight, every tilt of their head as they played, a symphony that brought glory to the throne of music.