title – slowly.
summary – the notes, the keys, everything, was off. [pt. 1]
pairings –implied!schroeder x lucy
words – 312
His fingers danced across the keys, tapping out melody after classical melody. To the casual listener, everything sounded exactly as it should; every tone, every note was beautiful and timeless. Schroeder saw it differently as he scowled at the glossy surface of his piano.
It was all off.
The music wasn't has melodious as it should have been. The feeling to Moonlight Sonata wasn't has smooth nor vibrant has it should have been – as the greatest of musical composers, Beethoven, played it.
He slammed his fists into the keys of his piano, blonde hair falling across his forehead.
It had been a week.
It had been one long week since the last time Lucy had come to watch him practice.
The pianist sighed, leaning back in his seat.
Lucy had caught pneumonia a week earlier and hadn't left her house since he and Charlie Brown had watched the doctor pull out of the van Pelt driveway. Initially, Schroeder had been worried, of course. After years of seeing the same face and wavy jet-black hair at the end of his piano, it was obvious that he would develop some sort of an attachment to the sight.
And they were friends – sort of – beyond his music.
Schroeder stood, pushing himself away from his precious instrument. Wiping his sweaty palms against the fabric of his slacks, he strode the length of his room to the closest at the far end it. Inside, on the highest shelf beyond school books and clothes, was a worn, but still tuned toy piano.
Linus had said his sister was feeling better.
notes -
i was thinking of making this into a chapter fic with very very short chapters.
short is all i can manage before my muse wants to play with different toys.
regardless, i hope you enjoy.
schroeder (c) schultz.
