[ART BY mememonta ON TWT]

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You leaned at your window deep in dark thoughts that filled your head up. You sighed and rested your head in your hands staring over the horizon, the sun was setting over the horizon, painting the skies with beautiful hues of yellow and orange.

Luther, was perched out of his window his long clothing falling down like a black and red waterfall, as he got his violin out, fixing up the cords and started practicing a bit and the tunes caught your attention and for Luther, your figure..

he tilted his head looking down at you with his wide eyed stoic stare as he finally spoke.

"Would you like a tune for your sorrows, schätzchen?"