Cal adjusts his hold on the halikset, unsure as to whether he might actually be holding it correctly, and drags his calloused fingertips over the strings. The music feels right, so he tries to cobble together a few familiar notes, even if the memory of the melody he once plucked out so effortlessly is long gone.
"Can you play that?" Merrin asks, curled up comfortably on the other end of the sofa, watching him.
"I did," Cal responds, offering her a faint smile. "Once."
"Well," she encourages, matching his smile with one of her own. "Do it again."
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Date: 2024-10-30 06:07 (UTC)Strings :: Cal &or/Merrin :: 100 words
Cal adjusts his hold on the halikset, unsure as to whether he might actually be holding it correctly, and drags his calloused fingertips over the strings. The music feels right, so he tries to cobble together a few familiar notes, even if the memory of the melody he once plucked out so effortlessly is long gone.
"Can you play that?" Merrin asks, curled up comfortably on the other end of the sofa, watching him.
"I did," Cal responds, offering her a faint smile. "Once."
"Well," she encourages, matching his smile with one of her own. "Do it again."
He does.