Well, his first few days here hadn’t been very interesting. He’d been with Dorn mostly, and although his first meeting in the courtyard had mostly slipped from his mind there were still times when it ate at him a little bit. But just a little bit – kissing each cheek was a custom over in Europe, which had to be where he was from, so it wasn’t a big deal. Even if it was something Nikki wasn’t entirely used to.
With nothing else to do but sit around, Nikkolai had taken to venturing up the stairs he had found to what he assumed was the second floor. He hadn’t used the map that Seth had given him very much, which he felt bad about; after all, the guy had been nice enough to give it to him, right? At least this time he had honestly forgotten it back on his dresser in his room instead of refusing to use it to try things out on his own. Hell, he’d forgotten to brush his hair, too… bah, whatever. It wasn’t like he cared too much.
He peered into a room with an open door, his curiosity having been picked at by its vacancy. His eyes lit up at what he saw, though, and making sure that no one was around Nikkolai moved swiftly into the room and took a seat at the stool that was set in front of the piano. There really should have been a bench, but a piano was a piano and that was all he cared about!
There wasn’t any music set there and he, obviously, didn’t have any with him, so he would be left to merely pick at the keys and do something from memory. That didn’t bother him at all, though – music calmed him and made him feel at ease, like there was somewhere he belonged. Lifting his hands to the beautiful, pure white keys, Nikki began to play slowly, placing his foot down on the pedal occasionally. He hummed along with the piece, something he only did when he was alone and certain that no one was going to hear him.
Oh how wrong he would be.
With nothing else to do but sit around, Nikkolai had taken to venturing up the stairs he had found to what he assumed was the second floor. He hadn’t used the map that Seth had given him very much, which he felt bad about; after all, the guy had been nice enough to give it to him, right? At least this time he had honestly forgotten it back on his dresser in his room instead of refusing to use it to try things out on his own. Hell, he’d forgotten to brush his hair, too… bah, whatever. It wasn’t like he cared too much.
He peered into a room with an open door, his curiosity having been picked at by its vacancy. His eyes lit up at what he saw, though, and making sure that no one was around Nikkolai moved swiftly into the room and took a seat at the stool that was set in front of the piano. There really should have been a bench, but a piano was a piano and that was all he cared about!
There wasn’t any music set there and he, obviously, didn’t have any with him, so he would be left to merely pick at the keys and do something from memory. That didn’t bother him at all, though – music calmed him and made him feel at ease, like there was somewhere he belonged. Lifting his hands to the beautiful, pure white keys, Nikki began to play slowly, placing his foot down on the pedal occasionally. He hummed along with the piece, something he only did when he was alone and certain that no one was going to hear him.
Oh how wrong he would be.