With soft, quiet steps he drew upon the old house, hands cuffed behind his back. He was never very fond of his old home, he realized, but there was always something there that made him visit. He had, after all, chosen to visit as a 'last request' per say, before his execution date. It loomed nearer and nearer every day…. Though he was not afraid. It only meant freedom from the trials of his life.
When he lived there he was happy enough, he supposed, but when he left the house he found his life had improved substantially.
The house itself was due for demolition, after the estate sale for his parent's belongings had produced next to no profit. He couldn't help but to wonder if it was fate, in that the date of demolition fell exactly upon his execution date. If he went, so did the house, he mused in silence. So he came to see it one last time, before everything was hauled out and thrown away and before he and it were both wiped cleanly away.
"Brother, come here, come here!" A soft, boyish voice called out, a blond head bobbing happily from behind the couch.
"I'm busy, Klavier, later!" Huffed an older boy, busy with his studies as always. Though, that did not last long, as he was dragged away within seconds.
"We're gonna play pirates!"
He chuckled softly as he eyed the old writing desk he spent so much time at, then turned, looking to an old gramophone his mother had quite the affinity for. He could almost hear the soft music playing right then and there, a soft, lilting aria with a German singer and a soft piano in the background.
Piano.
"Krissy, Krissy! Come sit, come sit!" He grabbed his hand with his own tiny, perfectly cleaned ones, plopping down comfortably onto the bench of the piano. "We should play together!"
The boy's mother rushed into the room, face contorted in anger at the idea. "No! Klavier, Kristoph, I have told you! Kristoph is most certainly not allowed on that piano, you know just how much we paid for it!" The older boy was pushed off the bench, eyes huge and threatening to brim over with tears.
"….Yes, mutti." He said, very solemnly, pushing himself up and walking to the desk.
"Just go play your violin, hm?"
Klavier. That piano in the front room had been reserved for his brother, never ever for him, despite his superior skills at the time. He hadn't played since, he had thrown his violin onto the ground in a fit and didn't even touch that for years.
No, he could never win against him. And he never did, in all truth.
Sweet Klavier.
Oh, how he loved and hated that boy. He was the very bane of Kristoph's existence, and yet seeing him smile brightened his day so. As they grew up together, Kristoph could never resist hugging the sweet boy. He could be a brat at times, though what child wasn't naughty at least at one point in their life?
But once Klavier hit twenty, things between them bottomed out. Conversations became strained and worthless, compared to their usual kind exchanges.
The man leading Kristoph along grabbed his arms. "They want us out, now." He said, urging the blond along. Kristoph made a sigh and gave a weak little smile, insincere as ever.
Oh, how the past could take hold of someone.