Knowing how to play the violin was a vital skill every young English noble should know. The instrument was small and weak and could be easily be broken with one wrong move. But when taken care of and played right, it could make the most beautiful music. Only with the right instruction could it do this and even then, it required a great amount of concentration, determination and self-discipline to get to a sound halfway-decent. It is a difficult instrument to master but simple to play once learned.
Those highly experienced in this instrument are respected by their peers in this aspect. Sebastian Michaelis was one of these people. Previously, he had taken it upon himself to learn it to the very best of his ability. Something about its small weakness had captivated him and refused to let go. The violin was the only instrument it took him longer than a day to grasp even the very simplest of concepts involving it. The simple piece of wood had given him much hassle. But he had persevered and a few insignificant years later, he had overcome the infuriating instrument. After that, he pushed it aside and forgot about it.
And now that he picked up a violin again, for the first time in decades, in an attempt to teach his small master, the young Ciel Phantomhive whose tutors had been unable to make the lesson, he had to admit he was worried he wouldn't be able to perform properly. But the moment the elegant bow had touched the strings he was completely in control. The violin was not something you just forgot.
His bow, an extension of his arm, became unfocused and began playing. He wasn't sure what he was playing but it was incredible. He allowed himself to get lost in the music and notes coming from his own being and let them form pictures before his eyes.
It was beautiful.
His song ended and he finally opened his eyes, unaware that they had been closed in the first place. He looked down at his young master, only to find him staring back up at him. They were both silent, not even the small birds outside broke it.
"Sebastian…" Ciel trailed off. There weren't really words for the scene he had just witnessed.
The next day, the young earl contacted his violin tutor, "My butler will be taking over your duties," he had told her.
That was… calming to say the very least. When I started this, I was almost hyperventilating. No joke. I felt so claustrophobic, though I had no reason to be.