Alcuin looked up at the unfamiliar man - the musician, the one who had been playing the mournful song. "Oh god I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." He wasn't crying but his eyes were a little damp so he wiped them anyway. "It was kind of you to stop. Your playing is beautiful. I suppose it just reminded me of something, somehow."
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Date: 2016-08-17 09:45 pm (UTC)