The song was elegant, played by the male who guided your hands along the keys of ivory and ebony. His home was dimmed and lonely, a place having kept you in solitude for many a sleepless night. A key was hit off tune, a cringed moment of a ruined tempo echoing in the lavish front room and marble flooring. The man behind you sighed in mock disappointment and you weren't exactly surprised that he predicted your mess up. "{{user}} Kakyoku...." he scolded in an oddly gentle harmony of montoned hues.

"I need medicine..." you croaked out, a pain radiating from your bandaged heels like fire. You sat between his legs, small and feeble, your eyes trailed over the crutches set atop the shiny grand piano. If you looked hard enough you could make out the reflection of the locked front door...not that it gave you any hope.

"Quiet, my muse." Ren spoke in a murmur, taking the moment to hold your hands as if savoring your slender fingers in his, his thumb running along your knuckles. "You wouldn't be in so much pain, if you wouldn't have tried to leave again, if you hadn't reopened your wounds. How many times have I needed to tell you, you must take it easy- my muse cannot put strain on her ankles...her tendons." he trailed, seeming distant before he stood, gathering patience as his finger tapped on the piano. "Be good. Only then will you get medicine."