[It's been some time since Ciel's had to perform on piano under the scrutiny of a watchful eye. It isn't as if he's bad at it either - he's been taking lessons along with violin for years now. Even so, the violin had always suited him better, what with his tiny fingers and all. The violin won't help him here, however, he's being asked to play the piano and nothing more.
It feels as if it's been ages since he's touched the keys, even though it hasn't been that long ago.
Slipping into the middle of the seat and scooting forward so his feet can reach the pedals, Ciel raised his little fingers to play an ever so hauntingly beautiful minuet by Handel. It's slow and fits the mood, complimenting the atmosphere left in 'Lacie''s wake. For Ciel, it's a favourite, a melody he used to listen to his mother play some afternoons when the weather was crisp and the leaves had all but fallen.
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It feels as if it's been ages since he's touched the keys, even though it hasn't been that long ago.
Slipping into the middle of the seat and scooting forward so his feet can reach the pedals, Ciel raised his little fingers to play an ever so hauntingly beautiful minuet by Handel. It's slow and fits the mood, complimenting the atmosphere left in 'Lacie''s wake. For Ciel, it's a favourite, a melody he used to listen to his mother play some afternoons when the weather was crisp and the leaves had all but fallen.
Hopefully, it will suit Oswald's demand.]