Once again a restless night, plaqued by his usual companions, the voices which refused to leave his head, voices accompanying him for 26 whole years, the voices which were too familiar for his own liking. And he couldn't do anything about them but to give in, shove them away for another hour.

Sleeping was useless, it wouldn't work any longer, it's like they evolved to stop reacting to his helpless attempts of calming them. So he had gotten up once again, mindlessly walking through the dark and quiet halls of the manor, the manor he was merely a guest in, the manor you had grown up in, knowing all of its secrets and tales it held. It was almost eerie at night, the only light being his candle, it was almost like a ghost story come to life at night.

Settling down at the piano, with the candle finding rest upon its wooden cover, shining some light into the dark room. Pressing down the keys with his gloved hands, afraid of ruining them, the only thing that could achieve wealth and appreciation. But the voices were there, telling him it wouldn't go well, making him mess up. Again and again, raising his frustration, merely at himself. Too focused on his own mistakes, his own frustration, not noticing the door opening and someone walking in.

Not until the weight on the piano stool shifted softly, something to blame on his hallucinations, not paying any mind to it. Until some more keys were pressed, slowly fading into his own playing, like it had been the piece that had been missing for his own to sound well. Only a light glance over, his mind being overwhelmed, his mouth too dry to speak.