Post by meadowlark on Aug 1, 2011 23:47:46 GMT -5
Roderich sat outside the school building, his violin in its case at his side. One of his music books was on top of the case and his book bag was at his other side. He was digging through the bag for the work he actually felt like doing and finally sighed, pushing the sack away. Nothing caught his interest at the moment and he sighed. He knew he needed to do his homework, but the thing that most needed to be done was his math homework. He was so very much not going to do that so soon after getting the assignment.
On the other hand… he finally pulled out the math book and settled in to get started on the homework. He finished the first two problems in a matter of minutes and couldn’t help the smile that graced his features at that. The rest felt like they were coming easily enough for once. He set the assignment aside after about forty five minutes and checked the answers for the ones he had the answer for. The first couple were exactly right. By the time he reached the fifth problem’s answer correctly he was sure he was doing fine, and then the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth all had something wrong with them. Either a number switched, or a decimal in the wrong place, and looking at the problems and his work he couldn’t find the error. The boy pushed the book and notebook back into his bag, his mood turning foul.
His violet gaze moved to the violin case, but thinking about math meant thinking about his father’s opinions and he wasn’t sure he was in the right mood for the violin. On the other hand, he couldn’t let that keep him from his music every time... He pulled off his gloves and opened the violin case. The only time, besides when eating, that he would let himself take his gloves off during the day was to play his music, there was nothing quite like feeling the touch of the violin strings or piano keys under his fingers.
Carefully drawing the violin out and tuning it, Roderich finally lifted the bow and closed his eyes, allowing the music he was hearing in the back of his mind to weave from the strings of the instrument. His frustration with the homework, his anger at his ineptness, his concern over his father’s disappointment, and his longing for a word of praise from the man all twined around one another in a complex melody that poured from the violin as the youth drew the bow across the strings.
Roderich finally opened his eyes, the last note still hovering on the air as he sighed and set the instrument gently back in the velvet-lined case. He reached for his gloves but stopped. He wasn’t likely to encounter anyone at the moment, and if he did he could always pull them on then. He wanted to keep his hands free for the time being. His hands were a little bit larger now than when he’d gotten his latest pair of gloves, so the opportunity to stretch his fingers and palms was a relief. He stretched out on his stomach, crossing his arms under his chin. His book bag was next to him, resting next to his hip, but he was studiously ignoring it. He let his eyes close again as the warmth of the sun started to soothe him toward sleep.
On the other hand… he finally pulled out the math book and settled in to get started on the homework. He finished the first two problems in a matter of minutes and couldn’t help the smile that graced his features at that. The rest felt like they were coming easily enough for once. He set the assignment aside after about forty five minutes and checked the answers for the ones he had the answer for. The first couple were exactly right. By the time he reached the fifth problem’s answer correctly he was sure he was doing fine, and then the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth all had something wrong with them. Either a number switched, or a decimal in the wrong place, and looking at the problems and his work he couldn’t find the error. The boy pushed the book and notebook back into his bag, his mood turning foul.
His violet gaze moved to the violin case, but thinking about math meant thinking about his father’s opinions and he wasn’t sure he was in the right mood for the violin. On the other hand, he couldn’t let that keep him from his music every time... He pulled off his gloves and opened the violin case. The only time, besides when eating, that he would let himself take his gloves off during the day was to play his music, there was nothing quite like feeling the touch of the violin strings or piano keys under his fingers.
Carefully drawing the violin out and tuning it, Roderich finally lifted the bow and closed his eyes, allowing the music he was hearing in the back of his mind to weave from the strings of the instrument. His frustration with the homework, his anger at his ineptness, his concern over his father’s disappointment, and his longing for a word of praise from the man all twined around one another in a complex melody that poured from the violin as the youth drew the bow across the strings.
Roderich finally opened his eyes, the last note still hovering on the air as he sighed and set the instrument gently back in the velvet-lined case. He reached for his gloves but stopped. He wasn’t likely to encounter anyone at the moment, and if he did he could always pull them on then. He wanted to keep his hands free for the time being. His hands were a little bit larger now than when he’d gotten his latest pair of gloves, so the opportunity to stretch his fingers and palms was a relief. He stretched out on his stomach, crossing his arms under his chin. His book bag was next to him, resting next to his hip, but he was studiously ignoring it. He let his eyes close again as the warmth of the sun started to soothe him toward sleep.
