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Dec. 5th, 2008 12:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There's an Yrael lying on the hearth, tonight, hogging all the warmth from the fireplace that he can.
The albino young man lies on his side, his back to the fire. He is a white figure in white, backlit by flames and the occasional fireplace-fish, surrounded by more white. An assortment of papers are spread before him, covered in hand-written music. He's almost done with this piece; halfway through the sheet he's currently working on, he inscribes the word Coda over the bar.
The albino young man lies on his side, his back to the fire. He is a white figure in white, backlit by flames and the occasional fireplace-fish, surrounded by more white. An assortment of papers are spread before him, covered in hand-written music. He's almost done with this piece; halfway through the sheet he's currently working on, he inscribes the word Coda over the bar.